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I glanced at the metal door, then at Xiao Guolin's disfigured face and exposed upper body. A sudden wave of discomfort washed over me. I had seen it before; Xiao Guolin had nothing left to feel pain about.
"Old Xiao," I swallowed hard, my throat becoming dry and itchy. This time, it was meant to scare Xiao Guolin. "Are you suggesting... we escape?"
Xiao Guolin flashed a terrifying smile. "Did you not notice there's air here?"
I suddenly realized. "There's a Ventilation System!"
Xiao Guolin nodded. "I've explored that Ventilation System. Although it's quite narrow, someone who isn't too heavy can still get through."
I scanned the entire Metal Room, my gaze primarily focused on the ceiling. The Ventilation System wouldn't be built beneath our feet.
On the Flower Board of the Metal Room, several non-metallic colored rectangles, about eighty centimeters on each side, were scattered about, each differing in color and seemingly decorative. They appeared to be painted on; I couldn't see any seams between these rectangles and the surrounding metallic color.
I tilted my head back, turning my neck and eyes for a moment. Even though I couldn't find any seams between these seemingly decorative frames and the metallic Flower Board, I also didn't spot any other objects that looked more like ventilation openings. I could only conclude that among these differently colored square decorations, there was indeed a vent.
"Which one is the Ventilation System?" I gestured toward the Flower Board and asked Xiao Guolin.
"The one in the middle."
I stood up and walked over to take a closer look. Above the metal table, there was a rectangle that was the darkest in color. The others were lighter.
My actions attracted most people's attention. In fact, many must have overheard my conversation with Xiao Guolin; although this room wasn't completely silent, it was quiet enough that anyone who wasn't deaf likely heard us.
Jack, A San, Liu Squad Leader, Hakka People—everyone who could move gathered around the table, all looking up at the rectangle above it.
Jack stood beside me. On his other side was the European. Despite the difficulty of standing, this European Physicist's interest in the peculiar Rectangle outweighed his own injuries.
I slightly turned my head to Jack. "Can the injured person be moved? I need to use this table."
Jack furrowed his brow. "The heart can be moved, but keep it level and don't touch his wounds."
"Understood, let's lift him down."
I called over the uninjured individuals. Together, we lifted the unconscious warrior.
It was chaotic. Even though Jack kept shouting for everyone to maintain balance, we had no stretcher, and keeping an unconscious person who couldn't control himself balanced was quite a challenge.
Moreover, he was still attached to an IV Stand, which tilted awkwardly during the commotion. Fortunately, it didn't matter much; the field equipment's IV bags were soft-packaged, not glass bottles. They wouldn't shatter.
However, one soldier panicked and let go of the injured person to grab the IV Stand. Instantly, the previously stable warrior lost his balance, and everyone's strength couldn't synchronize; the injured man's body twisted and rolled like a pretzel.
I didn't know how much harm this would cause him, but Jack did. He shouted hoarsely, "Steady!"
How could that be possible? I watched as the injured man was about to flip and fall to the Ground.
Suddenly, I couldn't imagine or describe the speed. Xiao Guolin appeared like a flash of lightning in that gap, one hand firmly grasping the body of the injured warrior who had begun to turn.
But my face went pale in that instant.
Xiao Guolin's hand was steady; despite our chaotic movements and mismatched strength, he managed to stabilize the injured man by coordinating with everyone's actions, keeping him balanced.
We hurriedly laid the injured person flat on the ground. The scene we had just witnessed drained the color from everyone's faces, leaving them as pale as Jack.
My complexion was no more striking than anyone else's, but my heart felt different from everyone else's, devoid of any relief for surviving or not injuring the severely wounded. Instead, it was filled with deep fear and despair.
Everyone gathered around the long table. Some were eager to jump up and examine the rectangular pattern. There was a way out.
But I stood there, dazed, next to the injured person lying on the ground. My eyes were fixed on Xiao Ting, who was still sitting against the wall eating. She was looking at me too, her eyes filled with an overwhelming sadness and helplessness.
At the same time, I saw her eyes convey a message, perhaps a word or a short phrase. I knew that at this moment, my eyes were conveying the same message.
The message was: Left-Handed. My dad is not Left-Handed.
Xiao Guolin used his left hand to turn over the injured person!
Just like Xiao Ting's: My dad is not Left-Handed.
Yes, I have known Xiao Guolin for a long time; I am well aware that he is not Left-Handed.
However, in that brief moment when he grabbed the injured person, given his angle and position, his right hand would have been more convenient. But without hesitation, he used his left hand, which meant that his left hand must be his dominant hand. He is Left-Handed!
"My dad is not Left-Handed." I knew that Xiao Ting's statement must carry some deeper meaning. I had racked my brain trying to decipher its significance and had searched high and low for any Left-Handed individuals around me. But I never expected that the message she wanted to convey would be so straightforward and terrifying.
I no longer knew if he was still Xiao Guolin. However, this person must be the one who had exited Lop Nur Underground Passage with me last time. At the same time, this person could not be the one who entered Lop Nur Underground Passage with me.
Who is he? Is he even human? I silently questioned myself, feeling a chill run through my limbs from the fear within.
He arrived in our world, back by Xiao Ting's side, and his unusual behavior must have been noticed by her.
After he returned, Xiao Ting underwent a significant change in temperament, deliberately avoiding contact with her and often spending time alone.
I always thought of Xiao Ting as an independent and strong-willed girl, but I never imagined she was under such immense pressure. I couldn't help but feel both respect and deep sorrow for this stubborn girl. It must be tough for her.
I quickly analyzed and made choices. Who is he? This question cannot be answered in the short term, so I had to give up on it for now. The choice I needed to make was whether to believe him or not.
At least up to this point, Xiao Guolin had not done anything overtly harmful to us, and he even saved all of us at a critical moment.
Perhaps this is just a disguise, merely to numb us, or the prelude to a larger conspiracy. However, I decided to trust him for the time being.
I believe that even if there is a conspiracy, his ultimate destination is likely the Eternal Gate here. This is also our destination.
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