In this quiet and secluded forest, it suddenly seemed to become a battlefield of World War II, with missiles flying, heavy artillery flying, streamers shuttling, and gunsmoke everywhere, which was very tragic. I looked along the spot where the rain of bullets and artillery had come from, and the armed forces of more than a hundred or so men appeared, rushing straight to the place where the old ghost and I were standing.

The group of troops was dressed strangely, they were gray-brown all over their bodies, their faces were wearing gas masks, two large lenses were buckled in the center, their mouths were surrounded by pig-nose-like filters, and the tubes attached to them were pulled directly to their waists, and each of them carried a shoulder bag cross-body, which was bulging and I don't know what it contained. They stepped into black boots, the cuffs of which were tightly clung to their calves, as if no air could get in. Each of them had different weapons, but those who rushed to the front were very brave with steel guns, followed by gunners with short cannons, and soldiers who specialized in loading shells. The last group of people in the line had different things in their hands: they were sweeping around the ground with long poles and instruments; or spray left and right as if spraying pesticides; Others carried the box on their backs and looked at the instrument dial in their hands, following closely behind. This kind of scene was an eye-opener for me.

I was born in the Eternal Forest Farm, and the most heavyweight state machine I have ever seen in the Eternal Forest Farm is the forest policemen who come to the field several times a year, and they are never equipped with guns, at least I have never seen them, and now the sudden appearance of such a group of people makes me feel that the seriousness of the matter may be far beyond my imagination.

From this group of soldiers, I saw at a glance the fat policeman who was complaining and tired, as if he was giving the troops directions, pointing at me and the old ghost in a gesture. I guess this unit is what they call the King of hearts.

Before I could think about it, another wave of bullets and bullets flew straight towards the old ghost, pouring mountains and seas, as if I didn't care about me as an innocent person, and a few stray bullets flew past me. The old ghost is not an ordinary little demon, seeing this scene, his body squatted slightly, and with a slight effort of his legs, he jumped onto an old pine that was seven or eight feet high. He hung on the branch with one hand, looked at me on the ground, as if he had something unfinished, glared at me very unwillingly, and then turned his head and jumped on another old pine dozens of meters away, and in just a few clicks, the old ghost disappeared into the deep old forest.

The whole army ran in the direction of the old ghost's escape, leaving only three or five men, who came up and put my arms on my arms, and carried me out of the forest without difficulty. I couldn't reach the ground with my feet, and kept kicking up and down in the air, and within a few counts I was taken out of the woods.

I saw more than a dozen tanks parked on the road, and their guns were pointed into the depths of the old forest, as if they were ready to blast out heavy artillery at any moment. There were seven or eight armored vehicles standing in the distance, and the scene of the rolling iron was so imposing that I suddenly lost the courage to struggle, and I seemed to be suppressed by the aura of this armed force. Before I could take a second look, a black hood suddenly fell on my head, and my world instantly went black.

I looked for it, and I must have been taken to the car, perhaps the armored car parked in the distance. As the door slammed shut, the car started immediately, and it drove very fast, but it was very bumpy, and it was very uncomfortable to sit in the car. I struggled to ask a few questions, begging to let me out, but I never got a response. No matter how much I shouted, no one would answer me, but as soon as my butt left my seat a millimeter, it would be immediately pressed down by a large hand, and I couldn't move.

Once people are in extreme panic and anxiety, their perception of time will undergo a series of changes, and it is impossible to accurately measure the length of time that has passed. I don't know how long I've been driving the car, but I'm so exhausted that I feel like I'm able to spit out all the acid I have left in my stomach. Finally, after a bumpy half-day, the armored car stopped.

My neck could no longer support my groggy skull, and I followed the brakes, and a fallen onion was pierced, but the big hand next to me came up and grabbed me and took me out of the car. After about twenty minutes in an unknown place, the hood on my head was finally removed.

This is a small enclosed space, with four walls and a ceiling floor, all of which are snow-white and very cold. There was only one white single bed in the room, and there was no second color from the legs to the pillow bedding on it. On the wall directly opposite me, there is a large TV, the bezel is silvery-white, the curved glass screen protrudes outward, and the TV is with a huge back butt, and this TV, the butt seems to be embedded in the wall, the screen is flush with the surface of the wall, not opened. I could clearly see myself standing in this snow-white room on the TV screen, out of place.

There was a person standing next to me, also dressed in white, with a white coat, white gloves, white shoes, white plastic shoe covers, a white mask on his face, and a white hood on his head. This man was very tall, and the way he stared at me seemed like I had seen it somewhere, but I couldn't remember it. He gave me a few glances, then turned and went out, and with a "bang", threw me alone into the white room.

I stood in this confined space for three to five minutes before I realized my situation. I rushed to the door, and found that the door did not even have a handle, and there was a thick layer of leather cushion on it, which was very soft, I kicked the door a few times with my foot, and shouted for help several times outside, but there was no response, this door did not even have a small window, and the whole room, and did not see a single window, as if even a cockroach could not enter or exit.

I followed the door and felt against the wall, and found that the white wall was covered with a thick layer of leather cushions, and even the only bed was wrapped in this white leather cushion, without a trace of edges. The whole room is like a thick protective pad, and even if I want to kill myself by hitting the wall now, I don't have a chance. The only light source in this room was the lamp on the ceiling, I looked up, my eyes seemed to be branded, I subconsciously lowered my head, only to hear the light tube "buzzing" noise, very annoying.

I tossed around the room for a while, but I couldn't stir up the slightest ripple, and shouting like this was a waste of energy. About half an hour passed, and I didn't have the strength anymore. From the TV screen, I saw myself sitting on the ground, as if I was a mess of mud, with my back against the legs of the bed, without any energy, not as happy as the old pig that was about to be slaughtered.

Suddenly, the TV screen lit up.