The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 385 Space Crack
The early spring sunlight at sunrise shines through the morning mist outside the window, revealing a face with thin eyebrows and plump lips.

The woman swallowed her saliva with lingering fear, propped up her wrists breathlessly, and turned over and sat up from the mess.

The continuous pain caused by muscle spasms came in waves, and she tried her best to crawl to the dressing table and sit down.

Looking at the mature and plump face in the mirror, the woman gradually calmed down and gently stroked her chest, "It's been so many years, everything is over..."

The wooden floor creaked and an elderly couple rushed into the room in panic, hugged the woman, and checked on her anxiously.

"What's wrong, my baby?"

"It's okay, Mom and Dad, it's just a nightmare. I... dreamed about the scene in Hawkins Laboratory again." She clung to her parents like a baby bird, feeling extremely safe.

"It's that damn telepathy, right? Let's sell the house and move farther away, to Canada or Europe, and never come back!" Four old hands held the suffering daughter to their chests with pity.

"It's okay, Dad. I just dream about what I think about during the day."

The woman immersed in the affection of her family murmured, as if she was comforting her relatives and herself at the same time: "Everything is over, the research plan has been stopped, the person responsible has been punished, our family is reunited, and we have received compensation. There is no longer any Experiment No. 11. There is only Jane Ives in this world..."

Recalling the nightmare scene in her mind, a strange black coat suddenly flashed by. She frowned in confusion and searched her distant memory: "Is there anyone similar among the researchers in the base?"

The woman shook off her vague uneasiness and looked at her still worried parents. She pursed her red lips and said expectantly, "Okay, Mom, don't worry too much. It's time to prepare breakfast. I want to eat jam cakes today..."

The clear sound suddenly stopped, and her eyes moved slowly, her expression changing from astonishment to disbelief.

"Excuse me? It's Ms. Jane Ives, right?"

As if he had just broken into reality from a dream, a burly figure wrapped in a straight black plush windbreaker walked in from the door step by step.

The Federal language with a hint of Slavic tongue-twisting sounds entered her ears, and a cold and brutal breath immediately enveloped her, crushing the woman's hasty resistance.

"I...I want to ask you for help with something."

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A small town called Hawkins is located among the rolling hills at the border of Indiana and Ohio.

With the development of the economic structure, the siphon effect of big cities has become increasingly obvious in recent years. The already scarce local residents have moved away one after another, leaving only two or three hundred households still holding on.

Perhaps for the new generation, the mysterious medical laboratory in the suburban woods is just a bedtime story used to scare children.

But the elderly still keep their distance from the police because when they were young, they had seen with their own eyes the nasty faces and cold claims of the armed security guards.

In the Federation, the consequences of accidentally trespassing on private property vary depending on the temper of the owner, and this neighbor is clearly the least tolerant.

Dense barbed wire and brick walls surrounded five or six three-story buildings in the middle. The doors were locked, and there was no human figure except for a few ferocious mastiffs.

And under the dozens of meters of soil, although it is just as deserted, there is still some trace of human presence.

The neat synthetic material walls were still as white as when they left the factory, but there was thick dust in the hidden gaps, indicating that the cleaning work had been done in a perfunctory manner.

"Fuck."

The incandescent fluorescent light flickered, as if it had some poor contact, and the empty corridor was dimmed and brightened. A middle-aged man poked his head out of the room next door, glanced around, and then retracted his lazy gaze.

"Everything is fine?" The companion at the table asked casually after playing a straight flush.

"Fuck, how about... another round?" The man threw out his bad cards and said angrily, "How could it be possible? An empty base that has been stagnant for more than ten years, let alone spies, even the damn real estate developers would not be interested in it!"

The transparent airflow fluctuated, passing through the guards who had been negligent for years and disappeared at the end of the stairs.

The huge hall, which is dozens of meters in radius, is empty. Traces of the installation of many large instruments can still be vaguely seen on the ground. A thick special glass wall divides the space into two halves.

On the opposite rock wall, a hideous scorched black mark was particularly eye-catching, as if a giant flaming insect several meters long had been lying there.

As if not caring about the rotten smell of dust mixed in the air, Ivan took a deep breath with a complex expression that was difficult to understand, seeming to be both happy and sad.

He waved his hand and unlocked the restraints on the captive, "Miss Jane, as I said, as the [key] born from the same source, open this [door], and then you can turn around and go home safely."

The words were friendly but firm, and there was obviously no room for bargaining.

The woman tugged at her pajamas awkwardly, staring at the familiar scene engraved in her soul, trembling slightly in pain.

"The small subspace at the back is full of monsters. There is nothing valuable there." She tried to persuade him, trying to dispel his terrible idea.

However, the man choked her back with just one sentence:
"Humans can survive 5 to 7 days without drinking water. Your parents are still waiting in the basement."

Jane bit her lips in frustration, clenched and unclenched her fingers, and finally raised her hands helplessly.

A huge pale light refracted between the palms, expanding and contracting repeatedly, like the breath of life.

These lights were condensed into electric-like beams, which continuously hit the scorch marks on the wall, as if trying to break down the solid barrier.

An illusory space crack opened up, and as the energy impact slowly expanded, black and red substances like asphalt and vines spread across the space, separating and scattering fluffy dust.

Many tiny and strange roars came from far away, filled with a desire for the flesh and blood of creatures in the material world.

Jane looked at the man hopefully, but she only saw a hand reaching out to her head. Her heart sank and she closed her eyes in despair.

The action suddenly stopped halfway, Ivan's expression changed, and then he laughed silently - since he had made up his mind, why bother doing anything unnecessary.

The murder that the woman expected did not happen, and what greeted her was a little relief.

"Come on, take your family and go far away."

He uttered out the remaining kindness and turned around again. There was only determination in his eyes, which was the deep hatred for the destruction of his country and the collapse of his faith.

A crystal-like ball of light emerged, with countless burning embers inside, fluttering and flying like gray-white snowflakes.

The ball of light was sent into the space crack, and the black and red background there suddenly turned gray, and the strange hissing was mixed with the shrill sound of sirens.

"The space is connected. Now let's plunge this country into a sea of ​​fire! The perfect ending is for both sides of the Cold War to perish together!"

(End of this chapter)