My back was soaked with moisture and my inner clothes were sticking to my body.

But he didn't just sit in the room, but kept muttering: "Four thousand and fourteen breaths."

The memories in my mind are endless.

The various sounds I heard on the way here appeared one after another in my mind, just like scenes from a movie.

"One hundred and twenty-five breaths, speed up."

"Three hundred and sixty-five breaths, turn left."

"Four hundred and forty-four breaths, downhill."

"Seven hundred and fifty-four interest, the sound of selling newspapers."

"One thousand five hundred and sixty-five breaths, the high notes of Sichuan Opera are all in your ears."

"Two thousand and five breaths in, the pungent smell of paint hits my nostrils."

"Two thousand three hundred and forty-five breaths, the rich aroma of new tea."

"Two thousand eight hundred and fifty-four breaths, the remaining smell of scorched earth."

"Thirty-five hundred and forty-one seconds later, the car kept bumping and the road surface was uneven."

The memories of the scene, one scene after another, gradually become clear, and then slowly blurred.

Song Shutang, who closed his eyes and recalled, couldn't help but frown, clenched his hands, and forced himself to deepen his memory.
Chapter completed!