The woman stood behind the cold wind, her face was very haggard, and her spirit had already reached the edge of the cliff as pointed out by Wan Fu for more than ten years.

If it weren't for her concern, she was afraid that she would jump and fall into the abyss.

"Brother, didn't you say you were going to do the laundry, why are you still here?"

"By the way, did you see Ah Qiang, you didn't see him when you came together......"

Silly girl, your Ah Wei is only afraid that he is dead.

Liu Wei came up with the idea of killing his son seven days ago, and he hesitated for a total of seven days.

Seven days later, he finally couldn't stand the scolding and insults of the villagers anymore and began to implement the plan.

Seven days is the time for him to think, which is why there is a seven-day homestay in his dream.

The cold wind turned around, hugged the woman tightly, and gently patted her shoulder.

The woman smiled and kissed the cold wind with her dry lips.

"That stupid boy should have run somewhere to play, let's go do the laundry!"

"Don't go!" The cold wind was busy.

Of course, a woman cannot be allowed to come near the river, as long as the woman is close to the river and sees her dead son, she is afraid that she will collapse again.

"Let's not go first, let's ...... before the stupid child comes home" Leng Feng really couldn't find an excuse, so he had to say so first.

The woman's face turned red, "The children are so old, you still want this kind of thing." ”

"Let's go...... the woman's voice became quieter and quieter, her face full of embarrassment, gently tugging at the corner of the cold wind's clothes, and followed him towards the village.

The village here is really dilapidated and very closed, no wonder it still retains the old idea that close relatives had to fill the pig cage.

"I was so busy with bad things that I forgot the way home." The woman snorted and opened the wooden door of the house with the key.

The wooden house has a room, a large bed, a wardrobe, a table, and nothing else.

The toilet and kitchen are built on opposite sides of the room, not far away.

The woman's small face was covered with red clouds, and she looked at the cold wind with affection, and consciously began to shed her clothes.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door. The woman panicked and put on her blouse and opened the door.

Before the cold wind could react, a terrible scream came from the door.

By the time the cold wind looked over, the woman was already lying in a pool of blood.

Outside the door, the three of them hugged Liu Qiang's cold corpse and looked at the woman lying on the pool of blood with a playful expression.

Now Leng Feng is really galloping with 10,000 grass and mud horses in his heart, and he can't wait to take out a chainsaw and split these three people.

It was dark again, and in the blink of an eye, the cold wind appeared at the door of the village again.

"Guess who I am!"

The woman's face was still pale, but she smiled reluctantly.

"Brother, didn't you say you were going to do the laundry, why are you still here?"

"By the way, did you see Ah Qiang, you didn't see him when you came together......"

Leng Feng took a deep breath, turned around, and looked behind the woman.

"Isn't Cuong going anywhere?"

"Really?" The woman smiled and turned back slowly, but suddenly her neck hurt, and she fainted with her eyes rolled up.

This woman's spirit has reached the edge of the cliff, and it is helpless to stun him.

The cold wind picked up the woman, ran to her home, put her on the bed, and probed the woman's snort with his fingers.

The breath is very stable, there is no danger, just now, it can let her sleep for half a day.

Now it's just a matter of getting rid of the child and keeping it out of the woman's sights.

Thinking about it, the cold wind pulled its legs and rushed towards the small river.

Three familiar people came from the opposite side and crashed into Leng Feng.

Wang Jie sneered, stretched out his hand and pushed Leng Feng staggering, "Liu Wei, where are you going, that stupid son who doesn't accompany you!" ”

Bigfoot hurriedly played a round, but there was a look of banter on his face.

The cold wind was too lazy to bird these three pit goods, so he directly kicked Wang Jie away and ran towards the river.

Running to the river, the cold wind saw that scene again.

The man shivered with his back to the cold wind, and his hands pinched the little boy and swayed in the river.

In a trance, the man's figure gradually became illusory, and as before, the cold body of the little boy appeared in Leng Feng's hands.

As the world became clearer, Leng Feng took the little boy's body and threw it into the river, waiting for the little boy to sink to the bottom of the river before turning to leave.

As he walked, he meditated in the cold wind.

"This was killed by Liu Wei, not my ......"

The game supported by the 10th generation of Shake Light technology is very realistic, and it will make people feel that the game is reality.

As early as more than ten years ago, various game companies have developed this thing, but it has not been approved by the state for a long time.

Even if it is fake, but if it is too real, it will cause immeasurable damage to the human body, and may even change the personality of the person.

The cold wind exhaled a breath of turbid air and walked towards the village.

When they were about to reach the wooden house, an old man with a towel over his face ran out of the woman's room carrying a bloody kitchen knife and brushed himself against the cold wind.

Time seemed to freeze, and the masked old man glanced at the cold wind coldly, and ran away in an instant.

The cold wind was not good, so he hurriedly ran into the room.

The woman was lying on the bed, her body twisted, blood gushing from his neck.

She barely opened her eyes, and her slender jade hand shook twice towards the cold wind, "Help me take care of Ah Qiang." ”

In the end, the woman's hand hung weakly, and the world in front of Leng Feng began to collapse again, and the sound of the alarm clock became louder and louder.

The cold wind sat up from the bed, his forehead covered with sweat.

"What, did you see the results you wanted!"

In front of him, the old man Wu Hong put down the medical record book and glanced at the cold wind.

He pressed the alarm clock, and the alarm stopped ringing.

"This is your first dream."

The premise of this dream is a bit like Inception, everything you see here is a dream, unreal but real.

The old man looked at Leng Feng's blank expression and sighed heavily.

"Whether it's reality or dreams, fate can't be changed......"

Leng Feng lay on the back chair, looked at the dilapidated ceiling, and was silent for a while.

"Really, even in a dream."

Leng Feng suddenly wanted to fulfill his wish for this Liu Wei, not to complete the task, but for the inexplicable sadness in his heart.

"It should be possible, it depends on your choice."

"Come on!"

Old man Wu Hong nodded tremblingly, took out a hypnotic device like a pocket watch, and shook it in front of Leng Feng's eyes.

The cold wind darkened in front of his eyes, and the familiar village gate appeared in front of him again.

"Guess who I am?"

The boneless slender hand covered the eyes of the cold wind, and the woman's playful voice.

The woman's appearance is still haggard, and her weak appearance is very pitiful.

Leng Feng coughed, "I'll ask you something." ”

"If I lock the door to my house, who else but you can go in."

The woman was blindsided, not knowing why Leng Feng asked this question, but she replied anyway, "O village chief, he has the keys to all the houses......"

Is the village chief......

Leng Feng remembered that when he left before, the door was indeed locked, but the masked old man still easily entered the woman's room.

"Brother, you ask this ......"

Before the woman could finish speaking, Leng Feng slashed at her neck with a knife.

The woman's eyes were dark, and she fell into the arms of the cold wind and fell into a deep sleep.

This time, after the cold wind carried the woman to the bed, he directly sat aside with the chainsaw, and no matter who approached, the cold wind would split him with a chainsaw.

Not long after, the door lock rang, and through the gap in the wooden door, a figure could be seen outside the door in the cold wind.

There was a click, and the door opened.

The cold wind had already prepared, standing by the door, and a chainsaw slashed down, directly chopping off the man's arm.

Blood splattered and spilled all over the ground.

At this time, a sharp pain rushed through the cold wind all over the body.

It was not the village elder who came, but another Liu Wei in this world......

The world began to crumble, and in a trance, Leng Feng saw his severed arm fall to the ground stained with blood.

[You are mortally wounded, and your health is reduced by 90%.] 】

[You are bleeding rapidly, decreasing by 10% per minute]

In this way, the cold wind can last for a minute, and the cold wind will not leave this dream for three minutes each time the alarm goes off.

He didn't know if if he died in his dreams would die in reality.

If you die, this game should fail, and Cold Wind is not willing to work hard for so long and get nothing.

So, the cold wind pulled out a short piece of chalk from the backpack.

[You have used Kiki's Blessing to spawn a safe zone, which exists for thirty minutes.] 】

After taking out the chalk, the cold wind drew a circle on the ground uncontrollably.

After the circle was drawn, the sharp pain in the cold wind's whole body disappeared, and it was like an anesthetic.

[You have reached the safe zone, increase your health by 50%, and there is a hidden buff in the safe zone]

The alarm bell became louder and louder, and as soon as Leng Feng's eyes closed, when he opened his eyes again, he was greeted by the familiar ceiling.

"What, did you see the results you wanted!"

Old man Wu Hong slapped the alarm clock, stuffed a flue-cured cigarette stained with sparks into Leng Feng's mouth, and wiped the cold sweat from Leng Feng's forehead.

"Forget, you don't smoke......" Old man Wu Hong touched his nose, took away the cold wind on his mouth, and then put it on his mouth, and comfortably spit out a puff of smoke rings.

"If you die in a dream, will you die in reality?"

"Of course!"

Old man Wu Hong didn't think about it, and blurted out.

In 1946, a famous experiment was conducted in a California prison.

In the experiment, scientists put a condemned prisoner in a secret room, blindfolded, swiped the back of a knife across his wrist, and then released the ticking sound of water.

Much later, scientists open the chamber and find him dead in his seat.

In the same famous experiment, scientists tied a condemned prisoner blindfolded to a chair, then took out a fork and told the prisoner that he was holding an electric iron.

The noise of the iron is then played, and the fork is placed on the prisoner's arm.

At this time, there was a real scald wound on the prisoner's arm.

Sometimes, dreams are real......