Dreamlike, Huck could vaguely hear a melody that was somewhat familiar, but he was sure he had never heard of it.

But the melody made him a little drowsy to listen to, as if he didn't even have a clear head.

Unbeknownst to Huck, the melody he was listening to now came partly from the King's Jumping Game Helmet landing music, and partly from the psychiatrist's lullaby that Britney downloaded from the Internet.

Accompanied by a beautiful melody, a scene appears in front of Huck.

At that time, Huck's family was very poor, and he couldn't remember what festival it was on, but it was related to the sacrifice anyway, and it seemed very lively.

On that day, the turbaned eyes showed love, and took out a bottle of milk, yes, milk, not the usual goat's milk, to Huck.

Huck remembers the taste, sweet and sour, without the fishy smell peculiar to goat's milk, and it was particularly delicious.

But Huck knew that milk was much more expensive than goat's milk, and it was a luxury for the family.

Father returned, carrying half a leg of mutton, set up a bonfire, and began to roast the leg of lamb, just looking at it reminded Huck of the taste of roasting a leg of lamb.

Milk, leg of lamb, parents, this is Huck's childhood, and it is also the happiest time.

Before you know it, Huck is immersed in that time.

One day, little Huck got lost in the desert, he didn't know where he had gone, and his parents taught him how to find his way in the desert, but none of them worked.

What's ahead?

Is it a temple? No, it was the sea of blood, that was the first person he killed, at that time, Huck was only twelve years old, and it was in a training camp.

He was scared at the time, but his instructor forced him to kill his best friend.

No, no, it's not like that, he's never experienced anything like this, the first time he killed someone, was he eighteen, or was he twenty?

Since then, he has been killing people like hemp, and those who have been killed by himself are like crawling out of hell.

Men, women, old people, children, some of them lost their hands, some of them lost their feet, but more of them, their heads separated, holding their heads, kept coming towards Huck.

"Give me back my life, give me back my head......"

Huck knew it was fake, but the weird melody reminded him of his first killing.

No one is born to kill, and no one is born to kill, under the brainwashing of terrorist thoughts, Huck is still a child, picks up a gun, follows behind the adults, wolf smoke, blood with him growing up.

When he came to Huaxia, Huck realized that this world should not be like this, and it still has countless beautiful things, such as milk.

When a cruel person, even a psychologically twisted person, is reminded of good memories, then it is when he is most vulnerable.

If Huck didn't come to China and didn't experience real life, then he wouldn't necessarily be afraid of the scene in front of him.

Even if it was true, he Huck could kill again.

However, Huck's cruelty was formed by being deceived, so it was extremely easy to break down, and for some reason, a sense of guilt appeared in Huck's mind that had never been seen before.

If you want to make people vulnerable, you have to make people crazy first, and if you want to make people crazy, then you have to make them fragile first.

In the desert, wolf smoke rises everywhere, sand cities are drowned in the sea of corpses and blood, they flee, they hide, they beg for mercy, these pictures that Huck deliberately forgot appear in front of his eyes again and again, constantly looping.

"No, no, I didn't do it, I didn't do it, no, no." Huck yelled in a panic, "It's them, they're the ones who forced me to do it." ”

The guilt in the heart is infinitely magnified, and when Huck's guilt is magnified to a certain extent, then it is fear.

[The target person's pupils are dilated, and the second stage is implemented.] 】

As if knowing the fear in Huck's heart, the lives that had been ended by him began to become hideous.

An originally miserable seventy-year-old man, his eyes suddenly glowed red, his fingernails grew long and sharpened, and his thin skin began to dry up, stacking layers of wrinkles, he was still calling Huck to return his life, but the miserable voice became extremely hideous.

"Give me back my life, give me back my life......"

"You, don't you come here......" Huck swallowed as he became a little fragile.

As time passed, Huck forgot what he was here for, all he knew now was to escape, he was chased by the old man who had become hideous and terrifying, he was chased by countless human heads without body, he was chased by the lizard that had become huge.

In the end, emmm, he was chased by a four-legged snake, and he felt like they were coming for revenge on him anyway, whenever something alive came running at him.

Not to mention Huck, Brother Zheng was extremely depressed at this time, he was the first person to accept the rules of the game, but until now, he has a pistol, and every time he sees a person, he can only hide in Tibet.

He is a dignified brother, when has he ever enjoyed such treatment.

The so-called artist is bold, the first time Brother Zheng saw the thick smoke rise into the air, he subconsciously thought that this was an airdrop, so he didn't think about it, and approached in that direction.

In general, where there is an airdrop, there are three benefits, the first benefit, you don't have to look for people everywhere, the second benefit, it must be in the safe zone, and the third benefit, you can lick the bag and lick the airdrop.

Of course, the disadvantage is that it is very exciting and easy to die.

However, Brother Zheng didn't care at all, just like Boss Jin's thoughts, if he didn't die, he would only deduct one point, and if he accidentally took the points, it would be a lot of money.

What about the masters, what about the heroes, it's not the same fear of hunger.

And Brother Zheng didn't know, at this time, Brother Qiang was sneakily following behind him, Brother Qiang's idea was very simple, there was the first hitter as a shield, eating chicken or something, wasn't it easy?

Hearing the sound of the poison, the people in those theaters couldn't sit still, if they really waited for their private detectives to bring food, they would starve to death.

If this is still poisoned, then it is better to go out and fight, maybe earn points for food?

I had no choice but to fight.

So, these people moved their delicate bodies and began to run towards the safety zone.

However, these people still don't know the situation, they can never eat chicken when they are standing, and they still run on the main road.

Because of these people, for a while, gunshots kept echoing over the residential area.

"Wang Youcai was eliminated by Chen Duxiu......"

"Jin Sanpan was eliminated by Huali ......"

"Zhang Chahui was eliminated by Gutian Tianle......"

These theater directors have a feeling of beeping ghosts when they land, didn't they all go to grab the airdrop, why do they feel like they are being guarded by the bridge.

So running poison or something, it's the most annoying.