The Lost City of Alien Beasts

Chapter 937
An hour later, somewhere in the upper reaches of the Lijiang River.

This area is an old cement embankment, with several sewers connected under the embankment.

In the early years, urban sewage was discharged into the river through these sewers. Later, environmental management began, and sewage was centralized for treatment.These sewers have been abandoned for many years and have long since dried up, turning into small tunnels that no one cares about.

Douhu took the sewer line map from the early years and carried a large flashlight to lead everyone from the Xia Shui stronghold to successfully get out of the "maze".

"Whoa-"

Douhu used the Green Dog Demon Sword to push aside the weeds blocking the entrance of the tunnel and went out first.

He strode to the shoal, put down the flashlight, stretched, looked around to make sure it was safe, and then made an OK gesture behind him.

Others couldn't wait to emerge from the small tunnel.

With the help of Ke Mao and Crow Shark, Dead Pig put down the wheelchair and Suzaku.

Gao Xinxin and Jingshu were responsible for watching over Meng Yang and Wang Weizhen to prevent them from running around.

Hengmu directly created [afterimages] all around to protect everyone from being discovered.

Soon, everyone became quiet. The cold night wind blew by. Everyone stood by the river, breathing the fresh air and looking at the bustling night on the other side, as if looking at the light of hope.

The cruelty of time is that no matter how you choose to spend this moment, it will pass by coldly and fairly.

Just like the Spring Festival under the civil war, no matter how many close relatives and loved ones died, the other side was still full of lights and neon lights, those festive reds and the roar of people's voices, spreading and fermenting in an endless stream, which is what everyone talks about I despise the "taste of the new year" in my heart but am looking forward to it.

Gregor was wearing a CEO-style silk nightgown and a pair of fur slippers. He put one hand in his pocket and held half a cigarette in the other. He stood by the river, half-squinting his eyes and facing the cold wind and said: "This scene reminds me of a movie. Movie."

"Really?" Douhu squatted beside him, holding a military flask and sipping the wine.

"There is a saying in it that says: Fear makes you a prisoner, hope makes you free," Gregor said.

"Well said." Douhu agreed.

"Uncle Douhu!" Wang Weizhen, wearing a red cotton-padded jacket, ran over with her cheeks flushed. She grabbed Douhu's hand: "I want to watch the fireworks!"

Douhu smiled and pinched Wang Weiyuan's face: "Yuanyuan, be good, wait a little longer, the fireworks are coming soon, they are guaranteed to be super big and beautiful!"

"Yeah!" Wang Weiyan ran away happily.

"You plan to set off large fireworks here?" Gregor was curious: "Aren't you afraid of being discovered?"

"How is that possible? Besides, how can I find the time to make these things for you?" Douhu pretended to be mysterious: "Just wait, it should be available soon."

"Should?" Gregor grasped the key point.

Douhu smiled half-heartedly, then raised his head and took another sip of wine: "It depends on Cang Dao's strength."

……

At the same time, the third hospital was on the roof of the inpatient department.

Inside the iron guardrail of the rooftop, two figures, one fat and one thin, were sitting on folding chairs, wrapped in down jackets, holding binoculars in their hands, working the night shift. They were Lao 7 and Red Bee.

Old 7 crossed his legs and held a thermos cup with heated Coke in it.

Red Bee chewed gum boredly and complained: "Old 7, haven't you heard this sentence? Dogs won't drink Coke when it's heated."

"Haha." Old 7 smiled bitterly: "Before, no matter what the weather, I would only drink iced drinks, but recently, my heart feels a little cold."

"It's the Chinese New Year, what can make our 7th brother feel cold?" Red Bee said strangely.

"Stop pretending." Old 7 glanced at Red Bee: "Yishi and Tingting didn't come back. Do you know this?"

"I know." Red Bee didn't take it seriously.

"The higher-ups haven't made a conclusion yet, but I guess these two people must have defected." Old 7 lowered his voice.

Red Bee curled his lips and said nothing.

"Yishi must have gone to Jiu Si." Old 7 continued.

"You might as well be a Sanren." Red Bee said deliberately.

"You're still pretending! Don't you know the reason? You and Yishi are both Suzaku's old subordinates. Jiu Si's war letter at that time clearly stated that Suzaku is still alive and on their side."

Old 7 was half testing and half joking: "Red Bee, I think you have some ideas in mind."

Red Bee suddenly withdrew his smile, raised his head, and looked seriously: "Old 7, how about we run too?" Old 7 was startled, his face changed drastically, and he jumped up on the spot: "You, are you crazy? I don't have this. Idea! If you want to run, run yourself!"

"Haha!" Red Bee also slapped his thigh and raised his voice: "Look at how nervous you are. I'm just kidding. Do you think I'm a traitor like Ishiki? I'm loyal to the Kirin Union!"

"Me too! The Baichuan regiment has been kind to me, how could I defect?!" Old 7 also raised his voice, as if speaking to the air.

Old 7 sat down again, unscrewed the lid of the thermos cup, and drank two sips of hot coke to calm down his shock.

"brush--"

Suddenly, a white light jumped out from behind the guardrail and fell between the two of them.

"what!"

"Mom!"

Old 7 and Red Bee were so frightened that they almost rolled off their folding chairs.

"An Hege?" Old 7 quickly saw clearly, "What are you doing!"

"I'm going! Can you not be so surprised!" Red Bee covered his chest, "I thought I saw a ghost."

"I'm on patrol." An Hege replied coldly.

She has been passing through the "Man in the Mirror" and shuttled between various mirrors and glass windows in the Third Hospital. In the past few minutes, she has been staying on the glass window under the two people's feet.

Old 7's face darkened: "So, the conversation we just had..."

"I didn't hear anything." An Hege said.

"That's good. Actually, there's nothing to talk about..." Before Old 7 finished speaking, he suddenly noticed something strange coming from behind him.

"Someone!"

He turned around suddenly, and Red Bee and An Hege also became alert.

"Om-"

Two seconds later, a blue portal the size of an ordinary door appeared in front of the three of them.

Soon, a figure walked out of it, it was Qu You, the owner of the portal.

He was holding a dozen beers in his left hand and some braised meat and peanuts in his right hand. He was also startled by the three people facing him: "Ah, you, why are you here?"

"Lao 7 and I work the night shift," Red Bee said.

"Patrol." An Hege replied.

"Oh, I thought you were on night shift in Building [-]." Qu You felt a little embarrassed for a moment.

While he was talking, two more people came out of the portal behind him, namely Lin Fu and Bumblebee.

The three of them had been watching the party in the lobby with the mentally ill patients and the soft-controlled medical staff.

The more I look at this, the more depressed I feel.

The three of us together, we might as well go to the rooftop to drink some wine and chat.So the three of them pretended to go to the toilet and asked Qu You to open a portal and sneak up to the roof.

At the moment, the working trio faced off against the fishing trio. They stared at each other for a while, and the atmosphere was very awkward.

"Haha, how about we have a drink together?" Qu You broke the silence.

"Drinking is not allowed during working hours." Red Bee said seriously. Two seconds later, he raised his eyebrows and smiled smoothly: "But what the heck, we won't let anyone celebrate the New Year."

"Nothing wrong!" Old 7 agreed. He glanced at An Hege and said, "Xiaohe, are you an adult?"

An Hege frowned slightly, "I'm one year older than you."

"No, you can't tell at all. I thought he was a high school student." Bumblebee also smiled. An Hege gave him a cold look, and he immediately shrank his neck, not daring to express his anger.

Lin Fu stroked his beard, walked forward with a smile, put down the wooden box on his back, and sat down as a chair: "What are you waiting for? Open the wine."

Six people sat around and each opened a bottle of beer.

Just as everyone was about to toast, the rooftop door opened with a bang.

(End of this chapter)