Bang! Bang!

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Deep in the forest of the valley, a freezing warehouse covered with metal moss was violently opened from the inside.

Ren Zhong trembled and got out.

He climbed out of the warehouse on hands and knees, and then held on to the wall of the freezer with both hands to prevent his butt from hitting a sharp stone below when he slipped from above.

The last time he came out of the freezer like this, he sat on it at an angle, and his hip bone collided hard with the sharp stone, causing him to grimace in pain.

This time, Ren Zhong, who had suffered a lot, subconsciously took an extra step and let his feet touch the ground first.

Then he leaned against the metal warehouse board and slowly slid down to sit on the ground.

Cough cough cough!

He coughed violently, coughed for a long time, and then gasped for air.

He took a deep breath to make sure he was still alive.

He slapped his chest again and again, trying to calm down.

Over and over in his mind were images of himself being shot through the chest a few seconds ago, and then having his head opened to remove his brain.

He looked around for a long time in fear.

What you can see is still a mess of abandoned freezer warehouses, giant trees with leafy branches, vines running all over the ground, dense bushes, and moss like patches of bald spots.

There is no such aircraft, thank God.

Wait, why did I go back to the freezer?

Ren Zhong pinched his face again to make sure he was not dreaming.

He began to have new doubts.

What happened just now?

Am I not dead?

Really dead?

Or was it that after my brain was taken away, it was placed in some container and artificially cultivated? Is this a dream that my brain was guided out of?

Ren Zhong thought about it for a long time, but still had no idea.

He even twisted his thigh hard.

Hiss, it does hurt.

Maybe it's not a dream, maybe it's just too real.

He was so engrossed in thinking about things that he didn't notice that the freezer next to him started to automatically broadcast information again. It wasn't until he heard his parents' last words again that he suddenly came back to his senses.

Heard his last words again.

He calmed down.

Although I can't figure out whether this is reality or an illusion, what is the situation now, and why the aircraft wants to kill people and take their brains without saying a word, I still have to take a look.

Dad said, you have to look forward in everything.

Just as he felt thirsty again, he set off!

Following his memory, Ren Zhong came to the creek again, squatted down to drink water and wash his face again.

But this time he didn't lie down and think about life, nor did he pick up pebbles and throw them away. After taking a short rest, he chose to walk in the opposite direction to last time, in order to avoid the unlucky aircraft.

After taking two steps out, there was another snap behind me.

Ren Zhong looked back in surprise.

It's still the same red fruit, smashed into pieces.

He walked back, looked at it carefully, then raised his head and looked to the side.

There was a flat stone there. If I remember correctly, this stone was picked up and floated by him last time.

The position of the stone now is exactly the same as last time, exactly the same.

Look at the shattered red fruit, which was smashed into the middle of two palm-sized marks on the ground, one gray and one black.

Ren Zhong closed his eyes and recalled for a long time, with a look of surprise on his face.

The position where the red fruit was smashed, the direction in which it was scattered after being smashed on the ground, the shape and position of the large or small pieces...

All these details were exactly the same as in his memory, one-to-one correspondence, exactly like going back in time and resetting the years.

Ren Zhong's shape turned into stone, and he stood there for a long time.

He already had some incredible conjectures in his mind.

About ten minutes later, the stone statue that Ren Zhong had turned into suddenly moved and headed straight to the direction opposite to the aircraft that had been previously selected.

Not long after walking, he suddenly covered his neck again, curled up and fell to the ground.

After the pain subsided for a while, Ren Zhong slowly stood up and counted the time in his mind.

He felt more confident.

The time, scale, extent, location and other details of the onset of the pain were exactly the same as last time, every second.

Then there are only two possibilities left.

This is either a dream caused by the brain that was taken away, or... time is really reset after death, and everything returns to the moment when you just woke up.

At present, it seems that the first scenario is more likely, and the second scenario is a beautiful vision.

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Bang! Bang!

Ren Zhong climbed out of the freezer again.

He lay limply on the ground, his pupils contracted violently, and there was lingering fear and confusion in his eyes.

He just "died" again, at the hands of an aircraft.

This time he chose a new direction. After leaving the dense forest, he carefully walked forward quietly with his waist raised. However, he was still noticed from a distance by the patrolling aircraft, which then flew over and took him away in a clean wave.

The method was the same as last time, one shot through the chest, and then the skull was opened to remove the brain.

Ren Zhong punched the ground angrily.

Isn't this just like the ghosts hitting the wall when you have nightmares, infinite matryoshka dolls?

I don’t believe it! I’ll change the direction again!

Based on the direction of the sun, he chose due east for the first time, due west for the second time, and this time he chose due south.

It was slightly better than the previous two times. He at least walked out two or three miles more in the open grassland, but in the end he was still harvested on the spot by the roaring aircraft.

This time, Ren Zhong used the "God's perspective of the underworld" in just a few seconds after death to observe a little more details.

He wrote down the serial number on the side of the aircraft, 11899, as well as the location and route of 11899's patrol flight.

This number is written in Arabic numerals!

Arabic numerals!

…

Bang! Bang!

Drilled out of the freezer again.

This time I have to go all the way north.

…

Bang! Bang!

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Bang! Bang!

A puff of smoke filled the air, and Ren Zhong emerged from the freezer again.

The last time, Ren Zhong returned to the due east direction, and before walking out of the dense forest, he used his clothes to hold the red fruit that fell from the sky and ate it half full.

It doesn't matter whether it's poisonous or not.

Anyway, death is inevitable. If you can eat fuller first and have more strength, then your chances of rushing out will be greater.

Fortunately, red fruits are not poisonous.

Before leaving the forest this time, he huddled in a bush at the edge of the forest and carefully observed the outside through the gaps in the bush.

He wanted to see if he could avoid the aircraft and then sneak out while it was far away.

A few minutes later, the roaring sound of the wind came from the distance, and the aircraft broke through the sky again.

Ren Zhong, who held his breath, observed quietly.
To be continued...