"Quick, take the western passage!"
Li Baiyu tossed the access card over, the photo of the boy on the card was the crying child from the memory fragments.
The swarm of rats surged like a black tide. Shen Jingqi slammed open the rusted iron door and found an ambulance parked at the end of the passage. The blue light on the roof blurred to purple in the rain, the license plate number was inverted: THX-1138. When he pulled open the car door, a constantly struggling figure was tied to the foldable stretcher in the back seat — it was himself, with blue luminescent fluid flowing from his temples.
The countdown jumped to 65:00:00. The whole world began to distort. The asphalt road twisted like intestines, streetlights transformed into giant neuron synapses. Shen Jingqi reached for the medical kit under the passenger seat, inside, the defibrillator electrode pads were smeared with ginkgo leaves, the leaf veins flowing with a cold light matching Uncle Li's eyes.
