Mr. Zhao's first reaction was to raise his hand and shoot. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info bullet entered through old Joe's forehead, the back of his head pierced, and old Joe's head exploded into a bloody flower, and he fell to the ground and did not move.

Hell alive. Mr. Zhao scolded in his heart, and pointed the gun at Lao Qiao, who was shot in the head, and retreated step by step, for fear that Lao Qiao would get up again. As a result, he took two steps back and felt the same chill behind him, and then Old Joe's voice sounded behind him. The same words: "Yo, Mr. Zhao, I can be regarded as seeing you again." ”

Mr. Zhao turned sideways, and Lao Qiao behind him just raised his gun and pressed the trigger. The bullet flew past Mr. Zhao's forehead and hit the stone wall, sending sparks flying everywhere.

"Lao Tzu is the most annoying scum like you! Exercise! ”

Mr. Zhao was going to shoot a second shot, but when he heard this, he put down his gun, and he looked at Old Joe's angry face, and realized that his face was the same as when he met him in the woods, and there was no sign of corruption into the living dead. Lao Qiao fired a few more shots at Mr. Zhao, all of them were aimed at the forehead, and the accuracy was terrible, and Mr. Zhao easily dodged it, and then looked back at Lao Qiao, who was killed by himself at the beginning, the body was gone.

"Why does your subordinate named Xiao Ji know so much?"

Originally, Mr. Zhao was still a little suspicious, but now it can be determined that this so-called Lao Qiao is just an illusion or entity that is a collection of what he said to himself during his lifetime. I just don't know if this is Old Joe's ghost who is unwilling to be lonely and wants him to accompany him, or if the place itself is weird.

If it's just an illusion, then Fang Cai's own bullet should go directly through Lao Qiao's body instead of knocking Lao Qiao to the ground with a headshot, if it's an entity, or the whole incident is an illusion constructed in his mind, then if he was injured by a bullet, is it true or false?

Mr. Zhao didn't dare to gamble with his life.

As if trying to confirm his fears as a reality, Old Joe was copied every few minutes, each of whom shot himself with an identical shotgun. Even Da Luo Jinxian couldn't dodge so many guns shooting at the same time, Mr. Zhao only felt that his legs were shot at the same time as if they were burning, and then the whole person knelt down and couldn't stand up again. Blood continued to gush out of the wound as the pain deepened, staining the pants red and the ground red.

Mr. Zhao gritted his teeth and forcibly ignored the injury on his leg, grabbed the ground with both hands and crawled forward little by little. He could feel his life quickly leave his body with the blood, and then he was shot in the back, and the whole person was suddenly paralyzed.

Mr. Zhao's throat began to bleed out, and he pounced on the nearest replicant with the last remaining strength. The replicant's body turned into light smoke the moment Mr. Zhao's fingers touched it, and then countless memory fragments filled the sight, the true and the false were intertwined, and the entire brain was instantly at the critical point of chaos to collapse:

Su Lan stood next to the jeep, looking at Mr. Zhao and Sun Yue next to him uncertainly, her dark pupils flashing with hesitation and distrust......

The three-year-old girl opened her mouth with her baby teeth that had not yet grown, and babbled and smiled at Mr. Zhao, her eyes curved into two small crescent moons......

The four-year-old girl lay in a pool of blood, a large hole was shot in the middle of the two pigtails on her head, and blood mixed with brains was scattered everywhere......

The naked man was locked in the torture room with his head bowed and dying, and his bare skin was densely covered with the scars of various punishments. As Mr. Zhao walked past him, he heard the man spit out a few words intermittently:

"Help me."

"As long as you get me out of here, I'll tell you everything you want to know and help you get that power."

The corners of his mouth pursed a triumphant smile, and Mr. Zhao raised his hand to pick up the man's jaw, firmly staring at his blue-gray eyes that had become dull due to torture and hunger: "Deal." ”

……

"Ahhhhh!!hh

Mr. Zhao heard an extremely terrible cry, and it took him five seconds to realize that the sound came from his mouth. The scream disappeared the moment he realized it, and his vision blurred several times, but finally slowly returned to normal. Mr. Zhao found that the front half of his body was lying on the damp and cold ground, and the back half of his body was actually empty.

How can it be?!

Mr. Zhao tried to move his toes, but found that he couldn't sense the presence of his feet at all, so he hurriedly turned over with his arm support, and looked back with his elbows on the ground. There was no obvious difference between the cave where half of his body was located and the other half with the naked eye, except for the body from the waist down to disappear from sight.

Mr. Zhao laboriously moved his body to this side, and slowly, first the waist, then the thighs, and the calves appeared in sight step by step. Because his lower body was completely unconscious, the project consumed almost all of his strength. After pulling his body out of the opposite space completely, his legs were completely unable to exert his strength, and Mr. Zhao lay motionless on the damp and hard ground for a long time, and it took a long time to stand up tremblingly against the wall.

He turned on the wolf's eye lamp, and looked at it carefully, but still didn't see any clues. He picked up a bone from the ground and threw it over, the bone was completely invisible after passing through the tipping point.

I think this is the connection point between the two dimensions, and after falling through the secret door, I walked forward and walked directly into the other dimension. Obviously, this alien space has the effect of distorting and reading human memories to create illusions, which will cause people's consciousness to distort and go crazy, and eventually trap them to death.

Perhaps from the moment he fell down the nylon rope into the door of death, he was in an illusion, and it was only now that the real world was real.

Among the materials he collected, there was a special theory that the people of the city were adept at using poisonous mist and poisonous gases to create illusions and trap enemy forces that tried to invade their territory. This kind of manufactured prison is odorless and tasteless, and it is extremely difficult for those who are tricked to escape, and it is called a maze.

If he didn't struggle to crawl out before he fell into a coma, or if he was in a coma for too long and his body was completely lost, Mr. Zhao wouldn't even dare to think about the consequences.

“…… I relocated myself on the map, marking the path with a blue pen as I navigated the way, and then met Xiao Su swimming in through a gap in the bottom of the lake. What will happen after that, you will all know. ”

A few hours later, Shinto in front of the mausoleum. Mr. Zhao was surrounded by Su Lan and Zhang Xuan in the middle, and the narration was nearing the end. For obvious reasons, Mr. Zhao omitted the hallucinatory content seen in the maze. After speaking, Mr. Zhao cleared his throat and took a few sips of water to moisten his throat.

"That's it?" Su Lan looked unsatisfied.

Mr. Zhao glanced at him lazily: "It's over." Do you still think I'm talking about stand-up comedy? ”

"It's not me saying that your eloquence is really good, and it's no problem to say that talk shows are fine." Su Lan said, "But you didn't explain how you and Xiao Ji discussed how to save Zhang Xuan to meet here." ”