Chapter 3 Primer Dark Night

At first, it was dark. Just like all the unknown corners of this world, the darkness here is like a deep night, boundless, with no beginning and no end.It is far away from civilization, far away from cognition, and far away from human beings. In the past five hundred years, it has been sleeping quietly like this-according to the will of the builder, sleeping quietly, as if it will never wake up. Until, a ray of light. So small, so feeble, that in the outside world not even the humblest tramp would pay a second glance.But here, in this dark country, this vulnerable light is like an excalibur piercing the abyss, opening a gap for centuries of silence.

Accompanied by the huge roar when the stone slab was pried open, the light gradually gained the upper hand—from a point, to a line, to a large mass of light that could illuminate the entire staircase. The light beam swayed back and forth, facing such a huge dark world, as the nemesis, it seemed to hesitate.Finally, a crackling lighting stick rolled down and landed on the floor tiles at the bottom of the stairs, painting the surrounding ten square meters of space with a dazzling amber color. After a few more seconds, a figure appeared at the top of the stairs where the stone slab was opened.It was the silhouette of a man, with a medium build and a strong physique, but his steps were extraordinarily light. His cautious appearance was like that of a girl learning ballet for the first time. Every step she made seemed to have been carefully considered and calculated. Every step forward is full of apprehension and uneasiness.

Perhaps it was because of the gas mask that the man was breathing heavily.Judging from the outfits on his body, he is obviously not an archaeologist, and of course, he is not a tomb robber—or some kind of "occupation". A part of mystery and lust, but a part of toughness and determination. It took almost half a minute for the man to finally walk up the few steps. The moment his feet stepped on the floor tiles, he seemed to be relieved, and slightly lowered his arms that had been folded and raised. The tactical flashlight in the left hand can bring light, and the 92-type pistol in the right hand can bring deterrence, but in this secret room that is more than ten meters deep underground, the only thing that can really bring safety is the one on the man's waist. Small square box.

"'Canary'... didn't bark..." The man looked down at the LCD screen on the square box, breathing more and more heavily, making it difficult for him to even speak: "I think... I think... …it should be… no problem here.” As he said that, he couldn't wait to free his hands and grabbed the upper and lower edges of the gas mask. "etc!" At the top of the stairs, where he first appeared, another onlooker wearing a gas mask suddenly shouted: "'Canary' takes at least a minute to collect an air sample! And the carbon dioxide..." While the young female voice was chattering, the man under the stairs had already taken off the gas mask. He was sweating profusely, panting in small mouthfuls, then slowly turned around and smiled faintly. Looking back at his companion above.

"Luo Tao, Luo Tao," the woman shook her head, and sighed in a tone that seemed to hate iron and steel: "You just forget the pain when the scar is healed." Luo Tao, 27 years old, is a senior investigator of the Seventh Secret Service Division of the National Security Bureau of the People's Republic of China. Once upon a time, at the age of 19, he was the youngest agent in the department—of course, he is no longer. "Come down, 'beauty'," he waved to his companion with a smile: "There is nothing to be afraid of here." Women are not as relaxed as Luo Tao.It's not entirely because of her cautious personality, the mission she shoulders and the equipment she carries are also very different - as the eyes and ears of the entire team, carrying an expensive instrument weighing more than 30 kilograms and a lot of accessories on her back, I am afraid that anyone No one can relax.

With Luo Tao's help, the woman unloaded the large metal box behind her, and slowly straightened it up, laying it flat between the two of them.The woman who was already out of breath squatted down, installed the emergency lights, then opened the flip cover of the metal box, and got busy under the care of the flashlight. "'Beauty', take off the mask, don't suffer," Luo Tao said with a smile, "I see you are breathing harder than my grandma." Xia Meiyue, 26 years old, is a senior investigator of the Seventh Secret Service Division of the National Security Bureau of the People's Republic of China. As the nickname "beauty" literally means, she was indeed the most charming person in the department and even in the entire National Security Bureau. Flowers - as for now or not, it depends on personal taste.

She glanced at the "canary" on her waist. Except that the readings on it were below the "standard value" for air pressure and oxygen content, everything else was normal. After struggling to tear off the mask, Xia Meiyue shook her hair vigorously, took a loud breath, but immediately regretted it—— "What's that smell? Kerosene? Rosin?" "Ghost knows," Luo Tao shrugged, "Let the archaeologist come down and tell you later." "And it's very stuffy..." The woman frowned, "We shouldn't be wearing gas masks, but oxygen cylinders..."

"There are oxygen backpacks in the team," Luo Tao pointed upwards, "Do you want me to get one for you?" "Ha, leave me here alone?" The woman raised her red eyes: "You are quite relieved." While talking half-jokingly, she pressed the power switch on the metal box: "Three A few months ago, you said with snot and tears that you wanted to die with me." "Oh!" Luo Tao was intentionally stunned for a moment: "At that time? At that time, I thought we were really going to die." "So what now?" There was a hint of a smile in the woman's voice.

"Now?" Luo Tao leaned down and whispered softly beside the other person's face: "Now I want to live a good life with you." "You found the wrong time to be courteous," Xia Meiyue gently pushed away the face he had pasted on him, "Protect me before the 'road sign' activates, move slowly, Brother Leng Bing will definitely not spare us." "Hey! Haven't I been protecting you?" "Please be more professional, please," the woman gestured to the other party with a "chest expansion exercise" gesture: "Be vigilant around, no matter what is approaching, hit it violently! If fists don't work, use a dagger! A dagger won't work." Just use a sapper shovel! If it doesn't work, shoot!" She paused: "...Don't make it like the mission in Shaanxi, where even a few smugglers couldn't be dealt with, and Brother Leng Bing came to rescue him." you."

Hearing this, Luo Tao straightened up and sighed helplessly: "You, you are still so ruthless..." "If I had a better temper, I would have married a long time ago," Xia Meiyue said with a self-deprecating smile, "It's not your turn." No more words, Luo Tao resumed the vigilant posture when he just stepped on the steps - holding the tactical flashlight in his left hand and the Type 92 pistol in his right hand, clasping his wrists in front of him, holding his breath and carefully looking around. But no matter how you look at it, as far as this entrance is concerned, the environment the two of them are in seems to be nothing to worry about——

Where the light of the flashlight reaches, it can be basically judged that this is the top of a narrow corridor.The ground under the feet is flat and smooth, slightly damp, and the walls on both sides are made up of overlapping large rectangular stone bricks. Although the stone bricks themselves are slightly rough, the joints between them are tightly connected, almost invisible There are no traces of bonding.If you look carefully, it seems that there are gorgeous "relief carvings" carved on a few bricks, neither like animals nor ordinary architectural decorations - with Luo Tao's current knowledge, it is completely impossible to distinguish that this is obviously Chinese style What did the relief express, and he didn't need to figure it out. The archaeological team on the ground was already gearing up. As long as they were sure that the bottom was "safe enough", they would definitely rush down crying and shouting. The faint smell around was still lingering, Luo Tao slowly walked forward a few steps, except for the echo of footsteps accompanying him, there was no sound around - there was no problem, everything was normal, yes, at least for now, It's very safe here. Raise the flashlight and shine it forward, the corridor stretches all the way, and the end of it is completely hidden in the darkness beyond the reach of the light, far exceeding the limit of Luo Tao's desire to explore. Years of working in Secret Service No. 7 taught him a truth: awe of the unknown is a reliable guarantee for survival, which is the fundamental premise for completing all tasks. "It's done!" Muttering to herself, the woman squeezed her sweaty palms tightly. Now, she only needs to press lightly on the operation panel, and the space within a radius of 500 meters should be displayed on the screen. On the screen of the iron box in front of him. No more traps, no more traps, no more secrets - this is the miracle known as the "signpost", and it is also the key element that distinguishes the NSA agent from the average archaeologist.Of course, if there is money and a way, the tomb robbers can also equip themselves with such a "German-made NSP23 sonar remote sensing instrument", but if they have money and a way, who would go to the tomb? What's more, this is not a tomb. Except for Bai Suzhen, no Chinese would bury themselves deep under a high tower and dig out such a huge and complicated double-layered underground chamber. In any case, the answer to the mystery is about to be revealed, half excited, half nervous, and with a little inexplicable "fear", Xia Meiyue raised her right hand, and was about to press it down hard—— "Can you leave this honor to me, 'Beauty'?" The man who held her wrist from behind had a hoarse and vicissitudes of voice, as if he had just been discharged from the battlefield and was exhausted physically and mentally. He had already seen everything in the world clearly and indifferently. "Brother Leng, Lengbing?" Xia Meiyue was surprised for a moment: "Aren't you...on the upper floor?" Leng Bing, the legend of the National Security Agency, the flag of the Secret Service Seven—no amount of words may be as appropriate as the word "brother". At the age of 33, although he is still an "action captain" in his position, he has already To become the spiritual leader of the department, whenever and wherever he appears, no matter who is around him, his words are the "imperial decree", and he has the unconditional "obedience" of his colleagues, subordinates, and sometimes superiors "Divine power". "Leave the moment of witnessing history to a young couple?" There was a slight smile on the corner of Leng Bing's mouth, but his voice was as low and flat as usual without any emotion: "I don't think God should be so partial. All the benefits have been taken.” "Brother, I can't be considered a 'little' couple at this age..." Xia Meiyue smiled and compared to the iron box: "As for the 'history', it is lying here, please enjoy it slowly." Leng Bing stood up. In the darkness, his face looked so vague and gloomy, but just the sharp outline showed an indescribable fortitude and determination.The well-groomed beard and the slightly disheveled hair complemented each other, making his face, which was not young and sunny, more mature and dejected on purpose. Not knowing whether it was due to the turbidity of the air or nervousness, he raised his head and took a deep breath, then stretched out his right index finger and pressed the sonar switch hard. "Om—" The buzzing sound reverberates in the cochlea. Although it is only a short moment, the invisible and intangible sound wave spreads along every passage and every gap in the underground secret room. It is pervasive, unstoppable, mysterious and dark. In front of it, the underground world suddenly became naked and vulnerable. When the sound wave returned, the information of the entire building structure had been displayed on the LCD screen of the instrument. "My god..." Xia Meiyue couldn't hide the shock in her heart, she almost screamed: "What the hell is this?" Hearing his lover's exclamation, Luo Tao rushed to Xia Meiyue's side in two quick steps, and squeezed together with Leng Bing. "Wow." Although civil engineering is not his strong point, Luo Tao can still understand the meaning of the picture on the screen, "It's not small." "What the hell do you know, Luo Tao..." Xia Meiyue seemed to be joking, but her eyes were extremely dull, staring straight at the screen: "This thing can make our name go down in history." There is a faint blue light on the LCD screen, and a huge geometric body composed of lines and polygons flickers on and off with the frequency of sound waves. It is really difficult for laymen to understand this almost holographic picture for the first time, but With Leng Bing's operation, the pattern kept changing its angle, and finally became clearer. "The main corridor alone is 200 meters long!" Xia Meiyue's voice was trembling with excitement: "Look at these 4 large chambers, I estimate that each one is 50... no, at least 80 square meters!" "And it's an inverted trapezoid," Leng Bing added calmly: "It should be a supplement to the water conservancy facilities on the upper floor, used to activate the mechanism in the tower... It's a very wonderful design, although it failed." "No, brother Leng Bing, look here—" Xia Meiyue stretched out her finger and made a gesture on the screen: "These thin strips should be used to connect to the underground water system, and have nothing to do with the water conservancy facilities on the upper level. I speculate They were probably chambers used to store water." "Treat the four largest rooms as pools?" Luo Tao shook his head puzzled, "I really don't understand what these Tang Dynasty people think." "No, this is obviously not the work of the Tang people..." The cold face looked a little dignified: "Not to mention whether they have the interest and custom of building large-scale underground buildings, it is obviously wrong just by looking at the architectural style." Hearing this seemingly self-talk, the other two were silent for a few seconds. "But the underground palace and towers on the first floor have been confirmed to be buildings from the Sui and Tang Dynasties, aren't they?" Xia Meiyue paused: "Brother Leng Bing, you mean that a certain rich man built a viewing tower After the underground palace of unknown purpose, people from another dynasty unlocked the secrets of the tower, opened the water conservancy system, found the entrance to the underground palace, and then built a larger...bigger ..." She pointed at the screen, momentarily at a loss for words, "I don't know something." "Who told you it was 'after'?" Leng Leng Leng asked softly: "What if this underground palace was before the Tang Dynasty?" Xia Meiyue looked astonished, as if saying "impossible". "There were also archaeologists in the Tang Dynasty, for sure," Luo Tao nodded, "After they discovered this huge underground monster, they built underground palaces and towers above it in order to leave a memorial or revitalize the local tourism industry... What do you think of this explanation?" "Hehehehe..." The cold snort was short but powerful: "You have a lot of imagination, Luo Tao, this is your great advantage." "It's just talking nonsense." The woman said angrily. "Think about it, comrades," Leng Bing smiled slightly—this kind of heartfelt joy usually only appears when Leng Bing completes the entire case: "The answer is actually right in front of you." Apparently, in this dark underworld, he had found the last Beacon. "What do you mean?" Luo Tao and Xia Meiyue asked in unison. "The mechanism made by the water conservancy system cleverly concealed the existence of the first floor of the underground palace." Leng Bing straightened up: "If it wasn't for the complexity of the system, which exceeded the technology and capabilities at the time; The water level in the basin is rising; if it weren't for the fact that no one has maintained it for thousands of years, we may not be able to discover the secrets under the tower." "It's not high-tech either." Luo Tao shrugged: "The Roman Republic used a similar automatic water gate before BC, but it used the principle of hydraulic pressure..." "Shut up," Xia Yuemei said impatiently, "Listen to Brother Leng Bing." "The first floor of the underground palace is full of traps," Leng Bing continued: "Most of them have failed, but if it weren't for the night vision goggles and sonar, we would have to die at least one person to discover the second floor, and until now, The main force of our vanguard is still busy on the upper floor to crack the mechanism and install the lighting system." "Isn't this one of the jobs of Secret Service Seven?" Luo Tao interrupted again: "Scholars must not be allowed to take risks." "I guess the archaeologists will be disappointed." Leng Bing gave him a sideways glance: "I'm afraid they won't find anything on the upper level. According to the current floor plan, I believe that there is nothing at all in the upper underground palace." The actual function—" He looked at Xia Meiyue again: "It's neither a tomb, nor a warehouse, nor a cave for hiding soldiers. It has nothing but mazes and organs, and the maze itself, as we all know, is meaningless, then , what is the purpose of building it?" The woman suddenly said "ah" as if she had realized something: "The maze itself has no meaning, but the maze was built to prevent others from finding the exit." "So, this is not the entrance," Leng Bing nodded, "it's the exit. The maze in the middle is not only a fortress that blocks those who need to be blocked, but also a signpost that guides those who need to be guided." These two sentences made Xia Meiyue completely confused, full of doubts were brewing in her chest, and after rushing into her mind, they turned into a word that was so common that it was almost like a mantra: "what?" It was this simple word that made Leng Bing feel that there was no need to continue the topic. In "Increase the accuracy of the sonar, start scanning inch by inch from here." He stepped forward, turned his back to the two, and ordered slowly: "Three minutes, after a full three minutes of scanning, tell me the result." In silence, Xia Meiyue carried out the order without hesitation - this is not technical work at all, as long as the knob is adjusted to the end, anyone can increase the density of sound waves to the point of "scanning inch by inch". Deep underground, not to mention humans, even small mammals like mice have nothing to hide from. Leng Bing took another two steps forward, and the front end of the boots had already stepped on the edge of the halo cast by the emergency lights. Only then did Luo Tao, who raised his head, notice that Leng Bing was not like the other team members. Wearing a standard action suit, he kept his usual outfit - a knee-length black windbreaker. Although he was suspicious, considering that Leng Bing was a maverick and weird person, even if he asked a question now, he might not get any answer. Facing the endless darkness, Leng Bing pulled the collar to his mouth, lightly pressed his index finger, and turned on the radio communicator pinned to it: "One group, confirm the location and current situation, over." The slow and soft order received an immediate response: "Here is a group. We are still trapped in front of mechanism No. 013. We are considering using drilling and blasting, over." Leng Bing didn't give any other instructions, but switched the channel directly: "Second group, confirm the location and current situation, it's over." "This is the second group..." The male voice who replied sounded immature, and could even be said to be a bit "mother": "We are waiting at the entrance of the main corridor, and everything is normal. In addition, there is something wrong with Sister Juan's night vision device. Might have to go back to the surface for a replacement, over." "No." Leng Bing paused: "Tell her not to move, wait for the archaeologist to come down and talk about it, over." The last channel—for some reason, Leng Bing took another step forward, half of his body was buried in the darkness, he stroked the relief on the wall, and took a deep breath through his nose: "Pei Pei, please answer if you receive it, it's over." "Pei Pei received it." It was a young woman's voice, probably younger than Xia Meiyue: "Please give me instructions, it's over." "Is the archaeological team still on standby at the entrance? Over." "Yes, they...they're right behind me, over." "You're given thirty seconds to order everyone other than Secret Service Seven to leave the tower, over." At the end of the call, the cold hand that caressed the relief also stopped, and he took off the flashlight from his waist with some curiosity, and carefully looked at this weird artwork of unknown age—— What exactly is this?At first glance, it looks like overlapping layers of waves, surrounded by patterns similar to flower petals. If you let a layman look at it, you will definitely say "this is the creation of ancient Chinese", but there is a lot of research on history. Leng Bing understands that this seemingly full of Han style picture is far from the artistic style of any dynasty. "Brother Leng Bing!" Xia Meiyue's call interrupted his thoughts: "The scan is complete." Leng Bing turned his head slightly and looked at the other party expressionlessly. "Except for us, there is no other breathing things on this floor," the woman said with a smile, "but there may be a problem with the small room at the end of the corridor." Leng Bing put away the flashlight and walked over slowly. Compared with other people's reports, he always believed in his own eyes. "There's a strange depression on the ceiling," Xia Meiyue made a gesture in front of the screen: "Look, it's here. I suspect it's a possible falling trap." "Maybe it's just some kind of ceiling decoration..." Leng Bing reached out to adjust the angle and zoom of the picture, checking over and over again that there were no other suspicious objects in the entire space. Be it Xia Meiyue, or her lover Luo Tao, they have never seen such a dignified Leng Bing. This may not be difficult to understand - in the face of a "big archaeological discovery" that is enough to be recorded in history, as a discoverer, one must remain as calm and calm as in the past, even Leng Bing, who has seen countless big scenes, can't do it ? but why?Have such an unspeakable anxiety in your heart?The female intuition made Xia Meiyue stare at the cold profile, observing every subtle change in the expression of this legendary figure. "Very good..." Finally, Leng Bing straightened up as if relieved: "In this way, the only remaining problem is the lighting." People are always afraid of the darkness instinctively, not because of how scary the darkness itself is, but because the "unknown" shrouded in darkness is too dangerous. This is a memory that has been handed down from ancient times and engraved in human genes. Unless one day, people can see through the night with the naked eye like cats, otherwise the fear of darkness will continue forever. Even though the remote "unknown" has been swept away by the divine power of technology, the darkness before the three of them is still so deep and thick.What is hidden at the end of this corridor?Is the secret dormant in the dark good or bad?These things that even technology can't do anything about, I'm afraid I can only rely on myself to confirm it with my own eyes. "The emergency lights we brought are definitely not enough," Luo Tao said helplessly, "No one thought that there would be such a second floor of the underground palace." "The ancients didn't have emergency lights," Xia Meiyue hurriedly took over, "Look carefully, there must be slots for torches or oil lamps on the wall." It was cold, as if he didn't care about this issue at all, and opened the communicator on the collar again: "Pei Pei, did the archaeological team drive away? It's over." "Yes, they are very cooperative, over." Leng Bing looked down at his watch, and took out a small cylindrical thing from the inner pocket of his coat—it looked like the kind of spray used by asthma patients: "One more thing, Pei Pei, did you see that camouflage rucksack next to the entrance? It's over." "...There are a lot of backpacks here, oh!" The female voice in the headset sighed softly: "I see! Is it the one with gray and white urban warfare camouflage? Over." "Yes, is it in front of you? Over." "Yes, what's the matter? Over." There was no answer. Instead, there was a "click" sound from Leng Bing's hand - he pressed a small switch on the "spray". A terrible roar like thunder came from the top of the head, and the whole space shook violently a few times as if it had been hit by an earthquake, and debris and dust fell from the sky, covering the whole body with ice.This situation makes people think of the appearance of the "underground bunker" when it was bombarded, and this is exactly the case - at the entrance connecting the tower and the underground labyrinth, a bomb that is not too big has just been detonated up. While throwing away the remote control switch in his hand, Leng Bing tore off his headset—the call signs of the groups inside had become a mess.He was still expressionless, looking at the two of them with the same eyes as in the past, calm as if he no longer belonged to this world. But the two people he was looking at were completely stunned as if their souls had left their bodies. "You...Leng Bing...Brother?" Luo Tao swallowed with difficulty: "Just now...what happened?" He said coldly, "Give me your gun." "Let me ask you..." Luo Tao slowly raised the Form 92 in his hand, but instead of aiming directly at Leng Bing, he lowered it slightly: "What happened just now?" "Give me your gun, Luo Tao..." The voice was still calm and deep, but in the cold words, for some reason, there was a heavy sense of oppression: "It's filled with empty space." Bullet, you can't hurt anyone." An unusually strange atmosphere enveloped the three of them. When Luo Tao asked, even Xia Meiyue held her breath: "Is it you? I heard the conversation between you and Pei Pei! It was you who started the bomb attack." Bar!" "For the last time," Leng Bing took a step forward, "Luo Tao, give me the gun." "What's the matter with you? Brother Leng Bing, you..." Luo Tao suddenly raised his gun to aim, and a beam of bright red laser calibration lines landed between Leng Bing's eyebrows: "You are not Leng Bing! Right? Damn it! You are not cold at all!" At the same time as the gunshot, Leng Bing's left foot had already stepped into Luo Tao's middle palace. He lifted his right hand lightly to avoid the opponent's wrist holding the gun, and his left hand curled into a claw, grabbing the opponent's jaw. The force started from the ground, passed along the waist and spine to the arms, and finally turned into a terrifying strength in both hands——Leng Bing snatched the Type 92 pistol and at the same time broke Luo Tao's neck. The young talent of the Security Bureau fell limply like this, and turned into a corpse in the blink of an eye. At the same time, the bullet case that had been ejected from the gun just now fell to the ground with a crisp "ding jingle". As Leng Bing said, this is really a blank bomb. Luo Tao's resistance was doomed to have no effect from the very beginning. As if she couldn't believe what was happening before her eyes, Xia Meiyue was stunned for five seconds before responding: "Luo Tao!" The cries of dying struggle echoed in the corridor, sadness, anger, despair, and unspeakable emotions swirled in her eye sockets, and finally turned into a drop of crystal tears, dripping down. But this strong-tempered woman maintained restraint for a moment—she is an agent of the National Security Agency after all, she is a warrior who has experienced the test of life and death, after all, she understands that a dead lover cannot be resurrected, but a living But he himself is not out of danger yet. No longer needing words, Xia Meiyue pulled out the war dagger from her waist in a "swipe", jumped up from the ground, and slashed at Leng Bing's seemingly defenseless side with a horizontal slash. Although she has a frivolous-sounding nickname "Beauty", Xia Meiyue is not a beautiful vase. In fact, in terms of shooting and fighting skills alone, there are very few people in the department who can match her, and the country Some acquaintances in other departments of the Security Bureau often use another nickname to call her: "Sister of the Seventh Division." But unfortunately, Leng Bing is just one of those "rare". With one hand turned outward, he caught Xia Meiyue's dagger-waving wrist impartially, then turned his body, leading the woman in a half-circle on the spot, not only defusing the opponent's sudden cut, but also deftly sliding the force to On the blade, it became a fatal blow to Xia Meiyue's heart. The corners of the woman's lips parted slightly, and her eyes widened. She did not expect that the strength of the two sides was so disparate that life and death could be separated with just one move.And Leng Bing folded her hands in front of her chest, posing in a posture similar to an "Egyptian pharaoh", blocking the wound and the dagger. "Going alone on the road, will you be lonely?" Facing each other, after speaking this sentence calmly, Leng Bing slowly let go of her hand, and Xia Meiyue fell to the ground, and there was no more movement. Pulling the bolt, ejecting the last empty cartridge, Leng Bing took out a new magazine from his coat, and loaded it into the Type 92 pistol that belonged to Luo Tao. After taking another deep breath, Leng Bing pulled up his collar: "Attention everyone, it's cold here, it's an emergency..." He knew in his heart that this was the last sentence he uttered as the "Captain of the Seventh Secret Service": "Each group immediately gathers at the entrance of the underground palace on the second floor. Repeat. Each group immediately gathers at the entrance of the underground palace on the second floor. It's over." It is not aimed at anyone, nor is it intended to kill one or two people. Today, here, what Leng Bing wants to eliminate is... In the sound of gunfire, the emergency lights were simply reduced to a pile of debris. Then, it was dark.