I stood by the window for a long time, looking at the green outside the window, the sun shining on my face, and I could feel the hot temperature. All of this proves that the scene in front of us is not false, but real.

I thought about it, the only possibility of weirdness at this moment was a spiritual attack from the Iron Mask.

This person is so awesome that I can't even tell whether the scene in front of me is real or false.

I went back to my place and waited, feeling the coldness in the room, and even the goosebumps on my skin were so real.

After the iron mask made a move, the third uncle would come to save me next, but I didn't panic, and I could naturally get out of this illusory illusion when the time came.

I sat for a while, and the sun outside was gradually turning west, and the light was not so abundant, and the room was already cold, and it was even darker.

I couldn't help but sigh, everything I saw in front of me was fake, the iron mask invaded my brain to create an illusion, this illusion is too realistic, even the light passes, the shadow cast by the object changes, if the computer does real-time calculations, what a lot of calculation.

I'm in a trance, is what I'm seeing and hearing now fake, or is it true?

After a long time, the sun had completely set, and it was dark all around, and I couldn't see my fingers. The empty lobby was like a long-abandoned cavern, and you couldn't see anything, but you always felt that something was hidden in the deep darkness.

I didn't dare to move, for fear of provoking the unknown in the darkness, so I could only sit dry, suffering every minute and second.

Why didn't the third uncle make a move? I secretly complained.

At this moment, the stairs suddenly "popped", and someone was going up the stairs quickly. My heart is racing,...... Why are there still people in the fantasy world?

The man finally went up to the third floor, didn't seem to see me, and ran over in terror. In the dark, I looked vaguely like a child, and when I got closer, I realized that it was a little girl.

"Hello." I say.

The little girl was visibly startled, screamed, and fell to the ground trembling.

She wiped her eyes and finally saw me clearly, "You, who are you?" ”

Her accent does not seem to be Chinese, but she clearly speaks Chinese. I was surprised: "Who are you?" ”

"My name is Xiao Sui, brother, you are not a bad person, you save my mother and my brother." The little girl cried.

"What's wrong with them?" I kind of doubted that this was a fantasy, because it was so real, every detail was so real, I could clearly feel this little girl standing in front of me.

This girl named Xiaosui came over and took my hand: "Brother, come with me, save my family." ”

I wanted to say no, but I couldn't refuse the plea of such a weak little girl.

I followed her down the stairs and out of the building, and she couldn't let me question it, holding hands and running deep into the forest. She was a child who grew up in the woods, she was very sloppy and very familiar with the surrounding mountain roads, and it took me a lot of effort to keep up with her.

Out of the woods, large fields appeared, green in the moonlight, and rivers in the distance.

I am a farmer, and I am most familiar with farmland, but the farmland in front of me is something I have never seen before, divided in a regular manner, and some places are undulating according to the terrain, forming terraces, and small temples can be seen faintly in the distance. This style of farmland is definitely not rural China, much like the countryside of Southeast Asia.

Xiao Sui pulled me through the dream-like green fields and came to the entrance of the village. As soon as I arrived, I was shocked to see that many of the thatched houses in the village were on fire, and some naked arsonists in straw skirts were walking by.

They were fat and thin, dark-skinned, and their naked bodies were covered with horrible patterns of rough paint.

Most of them carried knives, and some of them still carried the heads of dead men in their hands, their long hair in their hands, and their heads swayed back and forth in the rhythm of walking. The expressions of the heads of these tragic victims were numb, and their eyes did not look like pain, but rather as if they were asleep.

In the midst of the fire, the men pulled a woman out of the house, stepped on her, cut her clothes with knives, and let out a hideous laugh. They dragged the desperately struggling woman around to the back of the room, not knowing what to do.

I've never seen anything like this, it's a bit top-heavy, isn't it obvious that it's a slaughter village.

"What's going on here?" I asked.

Xiao Sui cried and said: "They are headhunters, not that there are Viet Minh spies hidden in our village. Brother, please save my family and save the villagers, please. ”

"But there are so many of them, they are all holding knives, I, how can I save them?" I stumbled.

I have never heard of what Xiao Sui said about Viet Minh or headhunters, and I have never heard of it. I'm sure now that this is the illusion. Listening to the little girl's meaning, it should be in Vietnam now, I definitely can't fly from China to Vietnam suddenly without knowing it, there is only one explanation, I am now hypnotized by the iron mask, and I am having an extremely realistic dream.

Xiao Sui looked at me: "Brother, you help me, I have a way." "She pulled me around the burning house to the back of the village.

There is a small open hall at the back of the village, with a stage in front and a large open space below.

The headhunter men walked around with knives.

On the stage, there are three or four headhunters trying a villager. The interrogation was quite civilized, with a table in the middle, someone holding a pen to record, and the interrogated villager still had a chair to sit on.

Xiao Sui and I hid behind the outer wall and peeked in, and they were very loud on stage, and there was a loudspeaker coming out of it, so that everyone could hear it. I listened carefully, I didn't understand it at all, but I could probably feel that it was the language of Southeast Asia.

The interrogation process did not go smoothly, and the villagers who were interrogated did not know anything, and they were so frightened that they almost collapsed in their chairs. The headhunter men roared loudly around him, fanning his mouth.

One of the interrogators made a downward slashing gesture, and the interrogated villager was pushed to the center of the stage and forced to kneel.

A headhunter man took a long wire from the backstage and wrapped it around the villager's neck several times, tying a dead knot. Someone was holding the villager from behind, and a few other headhunter men began to pull the wire in the other direction.

The wire immediately tightened the villager's neck, and he grabbed the neck with his hand, but he couldn't get the wire out.

The headhunters laughed very happily, as if they were playing a game, pulling the wire hard, the villagers were in great pain, their faces turned purple eggplant, and they slowly stopped struggling, still maintaining a kneeling posture, like a statue of pain in the moonlight.

The headhunters watched a living life die at their hands, and they sang and danced as if they had drunk a fine wine.

A headhunter jumped off the stage, and another villager was caught and brought up to the stage for public trial, this time by a woman in a long skirt.

Xiao Sui took my hand and said anxiously, "It's my mother, it's my mother." ”

I stared at it closely, the woman knelt on the stage and pleaded, and the headhunter was unmoved, slapping her in the mouth and asking something.

Xiao Sui cried silently.

Seeing that they couldn't ask anything, the men on the stage were furious and began to tear the women's clothes. The woman cried and begged, but it was useless, and in a few strokes her clothes were torn to tatters.

A man held a long hunting knife, ran the blade down the woman's cheek, and slowly slid down to the neck, the woman was too frightened to move, crying in a mess.

I couldn't stand it, so I gritted my teeth and rushed out, yelling at the stage: "Stop! ”

I'm not impulsive, I'm deliberate, if this is a fantasy, it's like a dream, then I won't die here. Dreaming, even if you are killed a hundred times in your dreams, you are still you when you open your eyes.

At my throat, everyone's eyes turned, and several headhunter men came to arrest me. I threw my punch at them, and the men giggled around me as if they were laughing at me.

At first glance, these men look like they walk in the mountains all year round, like savages, and their physical fitness is like that of an old ape. My two hits are a joke in their eyes.

Suddenly, a hunting knife flew from nowhere, and the sound of the wind arrived.

I couldn't dodge it at once, and I was slashing at my left arm, but fortunately I was able to dodge quickly, and I cut a deep wound, and I could cut off my arm a little later.

Severe pain came from the wound, blood stained the entire sleeve red, my brain was dizzy, this, this is not scientific, this is in a dream, how can I be injured?

The men surrounded me in the middle and punched and kicked me so much that I almost choked.

I was put on the stage in a daze. The man in charge of recording walked over coldly, he was tall and had a cold gaze, and I read something different from other headhunters in his gaze, this person should be from the civilized world.

He should be the leader of the entire headhunters. He looked at me and asked.

I didn't understand and shook my head blankly.

He nodded to the others, who brought long, thin wires and wrapped them around my neck.