Zhang Heng found Song Jia in the innermost cubicle of the bar's women's restroom.
Fortunately, the translator had only fainted. Zhang Heng gave her a quick check and found that there was nothing wrong with her body. So, he woke her up. Song Jia was at a loss, and she couldn't remember what happened earlier.
Her memory stopped at the moment when she washed her hands in the toilet. She had no idea that she had just taken a trip to the gates of hell.
If it weren't for Nyarlathotep's original plan to insert the freshly made spine into Zhang Heng's body without anyone knowing, Song Jia wouldn't have been spared. Zhang Heng would've found a way to cover up tonight's incident.
However, Zhang Heng did gain something from the fight with Nyarlathotep.
The improvement in his ability to control water was secondary. The most important thing was that he had gotten the last piece of the puzzle about his life from Nyarlathotep. Combining it with the story that Satchus had told him and the words that Loki had said before he died, he could finally begin to reconstruct what had happened back then.
Of course, Zhang Heng didn't think that Nyarlathotep was as honest as he claimed. In fact, during the conversation between the two, Nyarlathotep was talking about how to make Zhang Heng accept the spine willingly.
The bloody gadget's function was obviously not just to help him resist the mental attack of the master of the city under the ice. Zhang Heng believed that Nyarlathotep was hiding something else from him. On the other hand, in order for Zhang Heng to install the spine into his body, Nyarlathotep had been unprecedentedly honest about other things.
Of course, the most important thing was Nyarlathotep's attitude. He was very confident from the beginning, seemingly convinced that Zhang Heng had no other choice but to accept his proposal. When Zhang Heng rejected him, and the two fought again, Nyarlathotep warned Zhang Heng not to go to the city under the ice.
From Nyarlathotep's point of view, the two did not become enemies after this separation. They would meet again one day, and when that day came, Zhang Heng would believe what he said before and accept the spine again.
"What are you thinking about?" Song Jia asked when she saw Zhang Heng frowning.
"Nothing. It's almost dawn. I'll drive you home first," Zhang Heng said.
"Oh, okay. Thank you." Song Jia stood up from the ground. When she thought about how she had slept in the toilet for so long, her cheeks heated up. Sure enough, getting drunk was not a good thing.
As soon as she got up, another female customer walked in from outside. The female customer was stunned when she saw Zhang Heng. About two seconds later, she poked her head out and looked at the sign on the toilet. After confirming that it was indeed a women's toilet, the way she looked at Zhang Heng and Song Jia became a little strange.
Song Jia knew what Zhang Heng was thinking. If she were in his shoes, she would be thinking the same thing. However, it was difficult for her to explain herself. So, she lowered her head and quickly followed Zhang Heng out of the women's room.
Zhang Heng drove Song Jia's off-road vehicle and sent her back to her place. After that, he went back to the hotel to sleep. After a night of torment, he felt a little tired. Besides, he needed time to digest the information he received from Satchus and Nyarlathotep. Of course, he would have to worry about that later.
Zhang Heng thought that he would sleep until noon, but not long after he lay down, he opened his eyes again. When he looked at his right hand, he realized that the starfish he had been wearing was not there. At the same time, light shone in through the gap in the curtains.
Zhang Heng walked to the bed, opened the window, and saw that the entire street was on fire. The shops, cars, and trees on the street were all set ablaze. Even the hotel room he was in could smell a burning smell coming from it.
The fire was approaching his bedroom on the second floor. Zhang Heng put on his clothes, but he did not go to the stairs because it was already surrounded by flames. Instead, he jumped out of the window and landed on the ground.
Although Greenland's public finances were mediocre, and the departments that provided public services were understaffed, it was still strange that the fire was so serious that the firefighters were nowhere to be seen. Zhang Heng looked around, and he could hardly see any houses that were not burning. Many of the houses were far away from each other, and he had no idea how the fire spread.
What was even stranger was that even if the firefighters did not come, the locals had no reason to watch their houses burn. In fact, Zhang Heng found that he did not see anyone on the street at all. It was not until he walked about fifty meters away and came to an intersection that he finally saw a person. However, Zhang Heng could no longer get any information out of him.
Because the poor guy was surrounded by fire. Although he was still running, he looked like a burning torch. Before he could run past the intersection, he fell to the ground. He crawled a few steps forward, but in the end, he didn't move anymore.
It was an extremely tragic scene, but Zhang Heng did not see any expression of pain on the burned man's face. On the contrary, the torch man's eyes were full of joy and madness. Zhang Heng was no stranger to this expression. That was because the fanatics in the art museum had this expression.
Zhang Heng seemed to think of something, and he raised his eyebrows. He then stepped over the body on the ground and continued to walk forward. Five minutes later, he finally met new living people, and this time, there was more than one.
There were three young people and an old man. The three young people were dressed like students, but instead of books, they were holding torches and gasoline, and the old man was carrying a shotgun.
They seemed to be playing a happy game. The old man blew a student's head with a shotgun, and the other two students poured gasoline on him. The old man turned the gun and killed another student, but another student finally struck a match and lit the old man on fire, burning him along with the street.
At the same time, the student picked up the old man's shotgun on the ground and aimed at Zhang Heng, who was walking toward him. However, when he raised the shotgun, he lost sight of the Chinese man.
Zhang Heng picked up a broken light tube from the roadside and stabbed the sharp glass fragment into the last student's neck. After that, he did not look at the body but continued to walk forward.
Finally, at the end of the street, he saw a figure.
The figure sat on a throne piled up with corpses, looking down at him like a king. At the same time, Zhang Heng also looked up at the person on the throne. When their eyes met, Zhang Heng saw that the person had the same face as him.
No, to be more precise, the person sitting on the throne now was him, but the glint in the eyes was completely different from his. It was filled with indescribable horror.
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