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Actually, I'm just making sure that a few of them are still conscious, and after getting a no, I won't hesitate to shoot. Let this be their grave, of course, mine.

The Hakka prophecy turned into a joke, and we all became nourished and prey to zombie fungi, which is really sad.

I made a roundabout approach to them, trying to see at least one person's face, especially the eyes, from one side of the story. Language communication has become a luxury, and I can only confirm it by looking into their eyes

Whether they are self-aware or not.

I did it. But it wasn't that my efforts paid off.

Suddenly, a head that looked apparently broken was twisted horizontally ninety degrees downwards and then ninety degrees horizontally, and the face showed me teeth that were not smiling in an incredible way

Tooth.

Is my adrenaline rushing? Obviously not, all kinds of negative emotions make me weak at this moment, and I have to desperately lift my anus and tighten my buttocks to ensure that I don't pee. This face scared the hell out of me.

I was mentally prepared to shoot, but the real thing was in front of me, and the pressure of pulling the trigger made me feel so weak that I could hardly move the index finger of my right hand that was pulling the trigger with almost all my strength.

"Captain, don't shoot. It's me. ”

It wasn't the face that said it to my head, the head that was speaking didn't move, but it gave my adrenaline pumping.

"What are you doing here? Acting in zombie movies? Is it necessary to pretend to be a ghost in this ghost place to scare people, if you don't need to scare, you are going to be mentally ill. ”

"Don't look at my face, look below." The strange face finally spoke. Maybe the flashlight is too harsh. After saying these words, the face twisted back ninety degrees, and returned to the hanged ghost

State.

This very short period of time has almost exhausted all my physical strength, and it makes me more tired than running a full marathon. I almost sat down on the ground, the hand holding the gun falling uncontrollably like a pendulum.

The guns were almost out of their hands.

The owner of this face whose neck can be twisted at will is naturally Jack, like the unruliness of a fat man, Jack's rigor can be reflected in this sentence. They have their own consciousness, and

Very sober. This surprised and angered me.

I really wanted to go crazy and squirt on the spot, but I was too tired and tired to vent my emotions. Also, I was curious about what attracted the three of them to look at the ground intently

Face? Beauty figures? Could it be that Tang Yumo is also good for this?

I staggered over. Glancing at the ground between them.

"Buzz"

A distinct sound rang in my ears, perhaps from inside my brain. I had the feeling that my brain had been hit by some kind of force, not in the head, but straight

Hit the inside of the brain through the skull. I finally fell to the ground literally out of control.

At the same time, Tang Yumo also fell.

Sitting on the ground changed my perspective and I could see everyone's face very clearly.

Of course, I care most about fat people who are in the mood to ridicule. But after seeing his face, I felt that his ridicule was purely instinctive, and he owed so much that some words could not go through his brain. At the moment, he

The flesh on his face really went sideways. The two big eyes stared at the ground without a look. Just looking at the ground, I'm not sure he can see what's on the ground. From my point of view, his gaze was focused

The point should be far away, not close to the ground.

The black face turned pale, and the fat white face was covered with beads of sweat, as if it had just come out of the water.

Jack's condition is no better than that of a fat man, his facial muscles twisted and trembling slightly. Gritting his teeth, sweat dripping down his hairy face.

I looked at Tang Yumo, who was sitting next to me, raised my head and said, "Sit down, don't hold on." ”

"Grass, this idiot. I deserved to be lame. The fat man spat and sat down on the ground hatefully.

As the fat man sat down, Jack collapsed to the ground.

I ignored these two goods, which were going to die in any case, and pointed to the ground and asked, "Who drew this?" You? I tilted my chin at Jack.

Jack wiped the sweat from his face. "Yes."

I took a deep breath. "I just drew it"

Speaking of which, I couldn't go on with a short breath. I know it's not that I'm out of breath, it's that I don't believe or dare to say this guess, and I hope I'm guessing.

At this moment, the ground I am referring to is in the center of the four of us sitting, and it is also the center of the three of them standing in a triangle just now. There, there are two markings that are extremely similar, two straight several

The nearly parallel lines, at the same end, the end of our direction, each have an arrow indicating the direction.

I saw Jack close his eyes tightly, take a deep breath, and shake his head without opening his eyes. "It's not. I don't have time to draw at the moment. Also, only single arrow markings are made along the way. I miss you

That's what it does. ”

"We're lost." Once again, the fat man moved out of his conclusions.

I swallowed, my throat was unbearably dry.

"The last time, the time we determined the direction, the mark you made was a double arrow. One is the direction we are traveling, and the other is the direction of the target. I pointed to the marker on the ground and said to Jack, "

That's right. ”

Jack opened his eyes and nodded.

"We turned back. Looks like we're really lost. "I glanced at the fat man's crow's mouth." But how can we explain that the direction of our progress is the same as that indicated by the arrow? If

Coming here from other directions, I think I'm okay with it, and even though it's a blow to my sense of direction, it makes sense. But we're coming in the right direction, what's going on

What's going on? We're in a dead loop and we're hitting the wall. ”

"I don't understand the ghost hitting the wall, but the endless loop is very likely." Jack touched the broken leg and said, "Also, this mark is indeed made by me, but I have made two of the same mark, and I made it."

The first. Do you remember? The first time you woke up, you were the only one who fell asleep. While you were asleep, we threw a flare and set the direction. I did this at that time

tags. ”

"This mark?! You say it's the first mark you make! Have we returned to where we started? What are the Yankees talking about with their blind dicks? The fat man's voice of disbelief and dissatisfaction sounded like thunder.

It seems that the fat man would rather believe that this mark was the one Jack did last time, and he can't believe that we are back to square one.

My mind was already filled with fear and doubt, and I couldn't think normally. However, I found that Jack, although he was equally frightened, did not panic, as if this outcome was something he had anticipated.

"Who found this mark?" I looked at Jack and then at the fat man and asked.

"Him." The fat man pointed at Jack and said.

My eyes began to light up at Jack. (To be continued......)