4. Run or kill
Run or kill
Red alert: My world has collapsed.
I’m dead again.
I’ve been in a cycle of death since I got on this high iron, and I’ll never be able to live until 2:30.
Whatever means I have to escape, I will eventually be killed by the same person.
What should we do?
Is it necessary to fight that man to break the cycle?
One.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
An intense and rhythmed military drum, followed by a man’s voice with a strong music:
“I’ve got the reach and the Teeth of a Killin’ Machine…”
I was awakened by this voice from the darkness, and I was tired and opened my eyes.
How many times is this?
The scenery on the left side of the window was moving back, with five rows of seats filled with passengers.
The electronic screen on the head of the car shows the current time, the number of the car and the speed of the car, along with the English letter G representing the car and the four numbers behind it.
Obviously, I’m on a line of high iron.
I was sitting next to a beautiful woman dressed in cold clothes, looking up at her eyes, and she had a nasty beginning and pulled out a bluetooth earpiece from her purse, and she overstretched two ears.
I named her Xiao Mei, and every time I answer the phone a little later, she gives me a bad face as if my bell was loud.
Well, I admit, it’s a little noisy.
I took out the phone in the exit bag, and it showed a strange number starting with 188.
When the phone came through, there was a voice like a robotic passenger, and she said mechanically:
“You have two options — one to run like a mouse, the other in your bag. The phone line is closed.
It’s the same line … I took out my clothes and pants in my pocket, no tickets and IDs, nothing, clothes that were bought in the closet, nothing.
There’s only one army green climbing bag at my feet, and that’s my only luggage.
Although I knew what was in it, I bended and slowly pulled the zipper and put my hand in the bag.
Metal touch, cool.
That’s a pistol.
“Mom, I want to play the phone!”
“No, the phone’s running out of power. I’m sorry.
“Oh, no! I want it now! “The boy has a crying voice, and the sound’s piercing is terrible.
I saw in the back, a fine-dressed boy entangled with his mother’s cell phone and slapping on the back of the front row.
He was sitting in the front row with a staff member with glasses, whose laptop was shaking, but he wrinkled and did not speak.
“How are you?” Can you keep the kids quiet? I’m sorry.
“Isn’t that how kids are? Besides, I already told him. What if he doesn’t listen? I’m sorry.
The student didn’t think the mother would react so much, and he said, “No, I mean–
“What do you mean, what do you see with kids? I’m sorry.
I watched with interest the students and the mother of the child fighting, which was one of my few pleasures, and I could carry every line of their words.
Sometimes I get in the way of, for example, helping out with a little something, and every time I see a new reaction from two people, I go crazy.
After a while, time came unexpectedly at 2:13 p.m.
In two minutes it’ll appear.
My nickname is Mi-Yung, because he always wears a yellow raisin, and I can clearly describe his appearance — little round eyes, thick eyebrows, garlic noses, thin lips, thin hair and a little beer belly.
If I could, I’d really like to ask his name and talk to him for a second, but unfortunately I never had a chance.
Because when he shows up, it means I’m going to die again.
At 2:15 a.m., Mi-Yung appeared on time in the aisle, and he came straight towards me, walking at ease, and only saw his right hand reaching into his arms and pulling out a pistol like a lighter, with a black hole gun pointed at me.
A clean shot.
The bullet was right in my eyebrow, and I didn’t even feel the pain, and the comforting moment of darkness covered me.
I’m dead.
But the darkness didn’t last long, and in the middle of it, I seemed to hear the drums of the army, which were growing until I could not help but open my eyes again.
“I’ve got the reach and the Teeth of a Killin’ Machine…”
The phone was ringing in my pocket, and I turned my head and Mei looked at me. I took a look at the front of the car, and the time was 1:45 p.m.
Yeah, I’m in a loop.
The car arrived in the city of T at 4.45 p.m. from S, but I never lived until 2:30.
Because between one and 2:15, the man in the yellow windsuit will kill me, and I will be resurrected half an hour ago.
Again and again, I’m not tired of it, until now I can’t count how many times he killed me.
I tried to find a police officer, to hide in the bathroom, or to pull the emergency pole and force the high iron.
But it only delayed my death by a few minutes.
Mi-Yung always finds me, no matter how safe I may be. – The bathroom or the waiter’s lounge at 2:30, and I’ll be found and killed.
I don’t know why Mi-Yung killed me, or even who he was, as if he had lost his memory.
Perhaps I have done so much harm that I have suffered death over and over again.
This is the cruelest punishment in the world, an endless half hour and an endless death.
I thought I had some sort of locator device on my body, and I went to the bathroom to take all my clothes off, and then I threw them away, and I didn’t work.
I can only suspect that the locator was buried in my body, but even then I had only half an hour to live and no conditions for a physical examination.
“Why did you kill me? I’m sorry.
I really wanted Mi-Yung to give me an answer, but he just looked at me naked.
I’ve tried to talk to him a few times, but the killers in the movie don’t talk until they kill the target.
But Mi-yeon never killed me in silence, and again and again, I didn’t even see his face change.
The same thing happened this time.
Two.
“I’ve got the reach and the teeth of akillin’ machine…”
In the dark, I woke up again with the same bell, but this time I didn’t even care to open my eyes.
It’s like an endless nightmare, actually, I’m numb.
Either way, it’s gonna be dead. Let’s just give me half an hour.
My spirit has reached its limit by dying over and over again, and it would be easier to die by sleeping for a little while and sleeping in the dark.
But God was cruel enough not to give me such a short peace, and the kid who wanted to play with his cell phone was loud and loud, and then the same scene, and the mother of the child and the students in the front seat got in a fight, so let’s go.
I’m tired of hearing it. Go somewhere else.
I just got up and found that the man with the glasses next to the students across the aisle was on his way out, with one hand with his cell phone and the other with his hand against his back, with his cell phone on the screen, and seemed to be going out to answer the phone.
“You go first. He’s humbled.
I nod my head, and I took a look at his phone screen.
Walking, I suddenly felt something was wrong, but I couldn’t tell.
A few more steps, as if a lightning had passed through my head, and I was stuck, and I finally knew what was wrong.
The moment I got wrong, I had a call on his phone, which showed a bunch of strange, but not so strange numbers.
That’s because that number is the only number on my phone.
It’s the “188” number that must have been received after every rebirth.
I turned around and the staff with glasses were standing at the door, looking out the window and saying something by the phone.
Every time I connect, it’s the same thing, and it’s a robotic voice, and it doesn’t come through any more.
And this guy’s talking to the owner of this number… interesting, interesting.
I just feel like my heart is beating faster and faster.
I slowly walked towards the man in the glasses, step by step, slowly, quietly, but by accident, the mother who was yelling at him suddenly got his attention.
I clearly felt a little panic in his eyes a few metres away.
I realized that he was in a hurry to hang up his phone and then to go to the bathroom.
When I got to the bathroom door, I just heard the sound of a plug in the door and the guy locked himself in. We hammered the door and shouted, “Come out! I’m sorry.
“First, sir, if anything, I’m still in the bathroom…”
“Don’t fucking pretend! * I’m angry, “How did you get that number? Come out!
“Sir, what happened? The flight attendants have been busy again, and I don’t have time to talk to her, and I’m still smashing the door.
“If you want to go to the bathroom, you can go to another car, and I’ll go to the police!” I’m sorry.
“Just find it. Leave me the fuck alone! I’m sorry.
The crew got scared and turned away. And then I heard the man in the bathroom whispering:
“It’s useless, you’re doing useless work. I’m sorry.
“What useless work? You know what I’m doing, right? * I was so excited at the door that I said, * You know what’s gonna happen in a minute, right?
“Aigoo, why do you have to come and embarrass me? “I’m a working man. Go. Go. I’m sorry.
This man knows something! I was thinking about hitting the door, and the crewman I scared off came with the police.
“Guard, if you keep smashing the door, I’ll hold you for destroying public property. “Now go back to your seat.” Come on! I’m sorry.
And I raised my hands, and I laughed, and I said, “Come on, I’m not breaking it. I just wanted to say something to my friends inside. I’m sorry.
“I don’t want to talk to him, Officer. Get him out of here! The man in the glasses seems to have seen the saviour and shouted out.
“X, you bitch!”
“Where’s your seat? Forget it. Come with me. I know it won’t work, and I’m like, “Wait! I’m sorry.
Two cars were taken by the police and came to me in front of a yellow figure, and I pulled out my cell phone and it was 2:15.
Little glasses, you wait. Milkyon raised his gun and shot me in the head again.
I don’t know.
“I’ve got the reach and the Teeth of a Killin’ Machine…”
When the bell woke up again, I opened my eyes and turned around and looked at the man in the glasses.
I’m surprised that the man in the glasses is looking at me, and that he’s not looking in the right eyes, and that he’s not looking at a person he doesn’t know.
The eyes were a little panicking, and in the moment he was touching my eyes, he sensed something wrong, and he moved his eyes away, and it seemed to me even more so!
He’s got memories of the last cycle! It was almost instantaneous for me to come to that conclusion and turn it into an unstoppable ecstasy.
If I don’t say anything, I’m going to get him. He’s not slow, he’s going to the bathroom like a rat.
He got in ahead of him.
“Shit, are you funny? * I laughed and knocked down the door and said, “Come out, let’s talk? I’m sorry.
There’s no answer in there.
“Don’t worry, just like you said, you’re just a working man. I’m sorry.
“I just want to talk to you about getting out of here, and you have to be kind to me. You’ve been killed dozens of times for no reason. I’m sorry.
“Well, you don’t understand, I can’t say. I’m sorry.
Hey, that’s it. He’s not talking.
And We made our speech as soft as possible, saying, “I understand, and you are forced to do so. Everyone has a reason. Let us understand each other. I’m sorry.
“No, brother, I don’t know what to say to you — “The man’s voice in the glasses is starting to soften, “It’s time for you to realize that I’m talking to you and let me go, brother. I’m sorry.
“All right, I see. It’s no fun to keep bothering you. I’m not an unreasonable person. After that, I turned away.
It’s been about five minutes since I left, and there’s the sound of a softly pumped door in the bathroom, and it’s slowly opening, and the man in the glasses is looking around like a mouse.
How could I miss this opportunity to come out of the dead corner in a moment, stuck the door in my arm, smiled at the man in the glasses and said, “Hi, see you again.” I’m sorry.
The man in the glasses was anxious to close the door, but it was too late, and I was much more powerful than him, and then squeezed in. When I entered the door, I choked him and put him on the wall.
“You experimenters certainly have no good people.” I’m sorry.
“Employees? New lines?”
I laughed a little, and my finger was strengthened, and his face was red and he struggled, but his strength was so small that it posed no threat to me.
“Sir, what are you doing in there? The sound of concern came out of the door, and I shut the door and plugged it in and said, “Now, let’s talk. I’m sorry.
The bathroom is so narrow that the two of us are almost face-to-faced, but it makes it easier for me to see his face.
And I shall loose my hand from his neck and ask, “Who are you first, and what is your task?” I’m sorry.
“I don’t…”
Didn’t wait for him to finish. I strangled him hard again, and this time I took ten.
When his eyes began to disintegrate, I let go of his hand, and he was breathing like he was drowning, coughing, and his nose was tearing into his mouth.
I said, “If you don’t say it’s okay, I’ll slow you down, or I’ll get killed later. You better pray that you can run faster next time, or the first thing I wake up is for you.” I’m sorry.
“It’s not fair that I’m killed alone, and I’ll die as many times and torture you before I die. I’m sorry.
I didn’t frighten him, and he understood that I was serious, and I saw a little fear in my eyes.
I saw his face changing, fear, hesitation, and finally, he fell apart and cried:
“Why are you messing with me? I’m just trying to make a living! I’m sorry.
I know it’s only one step away from the door, and I’m rushing to say, “Shut up and talk! I’m sorry.
“How dare you kill him if you’re so aggressive with me? I’m sorry.
“Kill who?” I say.
“Whosoever kills you, kill him!” He stares at me, “Why not choose another option? I’m sorry.
4
“You have two options — one to run like a mouse, the other in your bag. I’m sorry.
The woman on the phone turned in my ear and I remembered the pistol in the bag.
Murder? Once again, this idea has risen from my heart, and I am surprised to find myself less resistant than I was at first.
Maybe because the same person killed him so many times, I don’t think it would be too much to kill him once or twice.
“Wait a minute. Do I have to kill him to end the cycle? I was watching him.
“You think about it. I’m sorry.
“Don’t give me a fucking riddle. Just tell me the answer! “I punched him in the stomach, and he screamed.
“Well, I don’t care what happens, I don’t care. I’ve had enough!” “The man in the glasses turned himself on, and he watched me with hate, and he said, “You want to know, I’ll tell you everything! I’m sorry.
“Fight-or-flight, the translation is a battle or escape, which is the stress of life in the face of an unknown danger, the anger that causes an attack and the fear that leads to a flight, so to speak. I’m sorry.
“This was a scientific project, and then the project manager found a bunch of “experiments” — said to be trained criminals — so that we had the opportunity to study the escape response with living people. The way you study is what you’re going through. I’m sorry.
“I don’t understand. I’m just saying,
“A technology similar to virtual reality, they put your spirit into an infinite circle of dreams in which you don’t remember who you are or where you are. I’m sorry.
He talks like a dream, but every one of them looks like it’s true. “Then they shape a killer in your dream. His only mission is to kill you. I’m sorry.
“Why don’t you let the killer sit directly in Mei’s seat? I’m sorry.
Who’s Mei?
“Sit next to me the girl. I’m sorry.
He shook his head and said, “What’s the point?” They’re not trying to kill you. I’m sorry.
“What’s that? I feel like my brain’s going to crack, “You’re going to study my reaction, so why don’t you do it twice? Why do you want me to die so hard? How many times now? When will it be? I’m sorry.
“I said it was a scientific project. “The glassesman pushed me away, he fixed the collar, and said, “The project was taken by some big people, and the nature changed. I’m sorry.
“Researchers have found that if the memory of each cycle of the experiment is to continue, it is unexpected to achieve a `training’ effect. When the negative feedback of escape reaches its limit, the experiment will use war as its only option. I’m sorry.
When he saw my confused face, he explained, “However you hide, the killer will kill you. It’s a system set. I repeat, what would you do? I’m sorry.
“It doesn’t matter now. I’m sorry.
“Well, it doesn’t feel like it’s gonna happen. He nods his head and goes, “Well, what would you do if you repeat it a few hundred times? I’m sorry.
I’m talking a little bit.
“You’ll remember that gun once! When a man doesn’t care about his life, why does he care about others? You’re going to fight with a gun and kill him, and that’s the only choice you’re going to have, and that’s what this project means! I’m sorry.
“This is a combat training camp, brother. Someone wants to train your subconscious. I’m sorry.
He turned his back on me, who was already petrified, and said to himself, “After training, they erase the dream from your memory and you become a soldier of great psychological quality. You’ll never run again. You’ll fight. You’ll kill the enemy. I’m sorry.
“Ah, the supervisor also joked that if you were to assemble your experiment into an army, the enemy would never see a deserter.
Of course, if you’re really trained, you can’t be a leader, or at least a specialist, or something like that. I’m sorry.
“I have a question. I hear here I’m cold and sweaty, but still trying to stay calm, “What if I never choose another option?” I’m sorry.
“Then choose not. I’m sorry.
He turned his eyes upside down and said, “How many test bodies do you think are experimenting? Maybe hundreds? Thousands?
Qualified persons are immediately removed and are trained until they qualify.
Of course, if it takes too long and resources are wasted, it will be dealt with and replaced. I’m sorry.
Says he points to himself and complains:
“Registers like us are only responsible for following up on the conditions of the experiment, because it is impossible to monitor every dream in real time outside, and only one commissioner for each experiment.
And I was sent to you to fight the killer, but instead I’m here. That’s great. We’ve lost the bonus. We can’t even deduct the money! I’m sorry.
I’m pale and powerless against the walls.
If that was the truth, it would be cruel.
Irregularly manipulated memories, massacred in dreams like mice, and even when they escaped from here, they were manipulated like tools until they were used and abandoned.
And I laughed, “Why suffer so much if you had told me this before?” I’m sorry.
“What is subconscious training? If I told you from the beginning, would that work?
Why do you think the killer was set up to kill you in half an hour to give you time to think, to hesitate, and finally to choose?
You’re going to do it on your own and you’re being forced to do it in two complete concepts… and you’re going to have to go through with me. I’m sorry.
After that, he sits on the floor, he’s got his head covered, he’s in mourning.
“I know you’re pathetic, but I’ve got a hard time, or anyone who wants to watch such a bloody scene, or because there’s enough money, it’s all for a meal!”
I’ve got a loan to pay this month.
I stood across from him and watched him complain all the time, suddenly feeling ridiculous.
He can be upset just because he’s being held back.
What’s so many times I’ve been killed for nothing?
I looked up at the ceiling and looked up.
“Hey, did anyone outside just hear us? I’m sorry.
“Who?”
“is your leader, your supervisor, the person who created this dream. I’m sorry.
“I don’t know yet, he doesn’t have time to monitor all the experiments, so let’s call him in a few circles. I’m sorry.
So that’s why the man in the glasses just called, and I didn’t catch him yet, so people outside didn’t know what happened.
“Do you want to make a deal? I’ll take care of Mi-yeon, and you’ll forget nothing happened. I’m going to go down and say something.
“This…”
It’s a good thing to hesitate, and I went on and said, “Look, I want to go out, you want money. It’s in our common interest that I succeed in training to get out and you get a raise. I’m sorry.
“But from the moment you learned the truth, training has been–
“Who knows? Who knows what’s going on here? You said you were in charge of regular reporting. If you don’t, who knows? I’m sorry.
“Uh…”
“And then again, what does it matter if I go out and become a good soldier, and then, even if there’s a problem, you put the blame on me, and who’s going to have trouble with you?” Am I right?”
This time it’s his turn to struggle and I smile at him, and I’m sure of it.
“What the hell, that’s it. “I opened one eye and closed one eye.” I’m sorry.
“I knew you’d say that. I looked at the time of the eye phone, and it was on the screen at 2:15.
And I saw the man in the glasses: “Sorry, you may have to help me now. I’m sorry.
Help you with what?
“Come on, stand up, stand here, yes. “I will lift him up, put him against the door, then try to tighten his body.
Bang, bang, bang!
The bullets that came in from outside the door were blocked by the back of the glassesman, thanks to him, or I was the one who was sifted.
I’ll carry the man’s body when the chorus is out. On the shoulder, with your hands on the doorknob, you are silent:
“It’s just a dream. I’m sorry.
The next minute, I pulled the doorbell, paused for a second, and the moment I pulled the door open, I threw the man’s body out of the window.
The rice yellow outside the door was changing the magazines, but it was smashed by the body I threw out, and I ran at him in the moment of his physical imbalance.
I punched him in the chin with all my efforts, and it was easy for a man to be hit hard in this position, and Miyev was no exception.
For two short seconds, I took the opportunity to pick up his pistol and cartridge, and when he came back, I was putting my gun at him when I changed it.
“Go to hell. I’m sorry.
Bang, but not me this time.
That’s it? Looking at the bodies of Miyem, I have little in mind, perhaps because I know the truth, and I have no guilt in killing with my own hands.
It’s just a mirage.
The passengers in the surrounding cars ran away screaming, and the two cars around me were empty, and only the bodies of the Mi-yellow and glasses men accompanied me.
I stayed there, and the train continued on its way. I looked at the phone and it was 2:30.
What’s going on? Why isn’t the dream over? Although I lived for the first time at 2:15, I was not happy.
I can’t ask the dead when the glasses man is dead what should we do now?
Put down your weapons and hold your hands! I heard the police shouting at me in a far-off car.
I had no idea of resistance, threw the gun away, watched the police come a little closer and then held me down.
When I was tied up and sent to the rest of the car crew, I was locked up and appeared to have been handed over to the police when I arrived.
So I spent more than an hour in the dark room, just as I thought I’d just get to the station, the whole train suddenly made a huge noise and turned around, and I heard people out there shouting:
“De-tracked, de-tracked!”
I lost consciousness when I couldn’t make a sound.
5
“I’ve got the reach and the Teeth of a Killin’ Machine…”
As soon as I opened my eyes, I looked to the man in the glasses, and he looked to me, and we all saw anger in each other’s eyes.
“You took me for a bullet! I’m sorry.
“Why is the dream not over? I’m sorry.
As the passengers around looked at us with a surprise, the glassesman was the first to walk towards the no-man’s aisle, and I had no good to say, “Look! Then follow him.
And when he reached the clean place, he cried out: “I have been shot so many, I have been sorely hurt that you are an evil son of a bitch.” I’m sorry.
I laughed, “I’ve felt this a million times, and this is just the first time. I’m sorry.
“For the first time? Holy shit!” he pointed at my nose and said, “You’re criminals with a record. I’m a normal man with a five-and-a-half-dollar deal. I’m sorry.
“What’s the difference? I smiled and twisted his hand, and he screamed, “Tell me why the dream didn’t end after killing Mi-yeon.” I’m sorry.
“Stop, stop, stop! It hurts so much… what’s training, can it be training at once? How many times have you been killed, how many times have you had to go back, at least not less than the number of times you were killed. I’m sorry.
How many times I’ve been killed I can’t remember, that is, I’m going to kill Mi-Yung so many times…
“This car will never make it to T-Mart, before you get to the system the number of times you’re supposed to be. I’m sorry.
“Hmm, but high-strike before the station. I’m sorry.
“This is it. It’s a waste of time. You don’t dream until after you die, so I suggest you kill him and kill yourself, so it saves time. He said:
“Oh, you don’t treat me like a human being. I’m sorry.
“Come on, it’s better to talk about this than to get to you. And he looked at me, and he said, “Well, I’ll tell you this, too. I’m sorry.
I didn’t care about him. I went back to my seat to get the gun in the bag, and my hand was in the bag and my face changed.
“What’s going on?” I’ll take out the weapon in the bag, and it’s a crossbow.
Every time you kill him, the weapons you supply change, and that’s part of your training…
“Hey, what’s that? ”I took out my crossbows, and the passengers were watching me with vigilance, and the students next to the glasses were the first to ask me.
“The crossbow, haven’t you seen it?”
“Is it a fake model? I’m sorry.
“It shouldn’t be fake. * I touched the crossbow on the string, and the arrow easily cut my finger.*
“Then you can’t bring it to the car. How did you get through security? The students frown and say, “There are children behind them, dangerous, and you’ll give them to the police.”
A crossbow should be shot from the skull of the student, and the arrow should come out of the back.
The car blew up a pot after a brief silence, people were crying and pushing away, and a few went straight to faint.
“You’re sick! “Why kill him?” I’m sorry.
“I’ve never used a crossbow. Why don’t you try it?”
He shut up right now.
“Where’s Mi Huang?” I asked.
“It’s usually in car number one, and it’s probably making it more difficult to be in another car at random. I’m sorry.
The man in the glasses whispered, “Look at that scene, he’s a lot more honest than he said, “It’s set to be half an hour before coming to you, but before you approach him, he’ll attack you right away. I’m sorry.
“OK. I’ll take the remaining three arrows in my bag and go in the direction of Car One.
I can’t shoot again, but if I don’t get an arrow, I have to find a bunker, and his pistol is re-fired and I think about the tactics, and it’s strange that I’m trying a little hard.
It was a hunt, but not you.
I went into car number one with my hands.
There’s just a man in the trunk who’s going to the bathroom and walking with me.
“What are you doing walking around with such a serious model?” What about the kid? No quality at all.
Without an exit, the crossbow went through his head.
After a brief silence had passed, there was an instant noise in the car, screams, cries and running.
And the most striking of them is the rice yellow that rises calmly in the crowd.
He stood up faceless, turned around, saw me.
And then I saw a slight change in his eyes, just like the robot that was activated when I found the target, and I was locked in my eyes.
Even though it was not 2:15, he had raised his gun at me.
I’m naturally not weak, but I shot the crossbow first. The one that will be wasted on the passengers will then be picked up in the open.
For the first time, he hasn’t been able to react.
But he did not even look at the bleeding wound, but instead lifted the trigger with another good arm.
The bullet was almost wiped from my ear.
I leaned so hard on the car that the new gunfire was again.
I grabbed a man who had run from me, waved his arms, threw him in front of me and helped me with my body.
Mi-Yung began to move, and the bullets came to me without stopping.
It has to be admitted that in the case of bad heart, we have a good fit, and even with me there are people who have not come and run away, the miyeon has maintained a non-discriminatory attitude, with all of it.
I didn’t hide. I got a few holes in my body.
I put up with a lot of pain, I scolded him and I shot him with a crossbow.
The last one in our midst fell.
I leaned against the walls of the car and the blood swung from my small abdomen and several holes in my thighs, reding the ground.
I shot him in the right chest and he was stuck to his back.
Both hands lost the strength to pick up the pistol.
I stomped on my mouth and scolded him with a dirty word.
It then unties the crossbow, and the crossbow shoots out at a fast and steady intruding through his garlic nose into his brain.
I watched his little eyes slowly lose their touch.
And I looked around, in the middle of me and Mi-yellow, and there were several passengers who were killed by our mistake, and the blood of the flesh piled together to form a sad and strange painting.
But at this point in time, I think it’s a little beautiful.
After a while, I wanted to smile and coughed blood. The glasses man was right, and then a little waste of time. I didn’t want to be dragged by the police to lock up the dark room.
I grabbed a crossbow that was rebounded on the ground and stabbed my back in the direction of my heart.
I don’t know.
“I’ve got the reach and the Teeth of a Killin’ Machine…”
Once again, I’m going to confirm the weapon in the backpack, and this time it’s a triangulation.
How am I supposed to get close?
“Are you happy? “The glasses man stood next to me in the aisle, staring straight at me.
“Where are you happy? I’m sorry.
“Your face, like a kid who just got a toy you should look in the mirror. I’m sorry.
“What are you talking about? “It seems like we’re having trouble talking between her and her.”
And We took out the land of the army, stabbing it, and her face was frozen.
It was so interesting to observe how people’s faces changed, and I stretched my hand out of her bag with bluetooth headphones, which I naturally wore in my ears.
“I want to hear a song, play one for me. I’m sorry.
“What do you want to hear? “With the stabbing’s deterrent, Mei apparently treated me like I’m a psycho and asked me carefully.
“This is it. “I pulled out the phone that was still ringing, and every time I woke up the bell, it sounded pretty hot.
“Well, I don’t know what it is. I’m sorry.
“So go find it. You can find it, right? “I can’t even say my little words.
After a while, this is The Warrior Song:
“I’ve got the track and the teeth of abilin’ machine.”
I’m an armed killing machine.
“Sorry, that girl looks scared. Can you stay away from her? “The ancient hottest students said to me,
I smiled a little and held the army and stabbed him in the stomach.
“Kills! “The screams are on the rise.
“with a need to break you when the light goes green”
♪ And you’ll bleed in between the greens ♪
I’m very pleased with the bleeding effect of the stabbing, and the student struggled for a while.
“This is crazy! “The man in the glasses ran like most passengers and didn’t need him after all.
My body moves freely with the rhythm of music, holding blooded stings and turning around with great interest.
“Put a grin on my Chin when you come to me”
“When you’re running, I have to smile”
Am I crazy? I don’t think so. If this is my dream, then why can’t I do whatever I want?
Anyway, these passengers are illusions, they’ll be replaced every time I die.
I admit that I did feel a sense of excitement when the army stabbed him in the body, and maybe I was the one who used to be happy with it, and the man in the glasses said I was a criminal, maybe I was. I picked up the handbag that was left behind while Xiao Mei was running away, and there was a little comb mirror in it, and I opened the mirror, as the man in the glasses said, the face of the mirror was smiling.
I’m a one-of-a-kind and I’ll bring death.”
Because victory belongs to me, I’m a first-rate killer, and what brings you is death.
I held on to the stabbing, and I took a easy step towards Car 1.
Not here?
I’ve been looking around in car number one for the figure of the white yellow.
It appears that the difficulty adjustment replaced not only my weapon, but also the position of Miyet.
Put down your weapons and hold your hands! I’m sorry.
The police officers who came from the rear of the car were holding a truncheon to the bridge of the car and guarding me against the enemy.
I turned around and turned my back on the stings, but that’s what happened.
I’m going to hit them first.
They probably didn’t expect me to be so desperate that I couldn’t react and I seized the opportunity and the general stabbed one of them.
When he fell, his eyes were still open and his incredible eyes were stuck to my face.
I pulled the horn and the general stabbed it out.
“Aah…”
There was a sharp sound inside the car, followed by a loud cry for help and a crash.
The policemen who surrounded me also took two steps back.
Blood-stained military stabbings round my hand, with blood flowing on the floor of the car, aggregating into a swarm of blood with eyes.
The policemen jumped again.
I’ve dealt with a few more with my life’s death, but after all, I’ve had experience and weapons, and I can’t cope with them slowly, and I’m going to hit my head with an electric baton.
Boom!
Blood blossoms in front of my eyes.
In a red-and-white gap, I saw the white-white with the gun.
His cold eyes fell on me and his fingers pressed the trigger again.
Somehow from somewhere, I earned the security guard who controlled me and then got down and escaped from the Mi-yeon bullet.
After the shots were fired, the police and others panicd.
But neither I nor Mi-yeon ever cared about the reaction.
At this point, we have only one goal.
Mi-Yung continued to shoot me, and I ran away, and the blood of the wrong person splattered me.
I picked up the electric bar on the ground and dumped it on the right-legged knee of the rice.
He fell down on one knee.
And I finally stomped my leg, and strung it in a pounced position in front of Mi-yeon, and the thorns in my hand were thrust into the temple of Mi-yeon without distinction.
I haven’t had time to pull out the stings to solve myself.
As a result of a gunshot, my chest was blown from behind and blood was pouring out.
I turned my head with my last strength and saw the coming police officer pointing a gun at me.
Fine, I won’t have to do it myself.
I don’t know.
“I’ve got the reach and the Teeth of a Killin’ Machine…”
I opened my eyes again, and this time the weapon was a leash.
I didn’t hesitate to pick up the line and go to car 1.
I don’t know.
“I’ve got the reach and the Teeth of a Killin’ Machine…”
I don’t know how many times I opened my eyes. I’m used to looking for weapons first.
But in the moment of its low head, it was seen that the little beauty next to it was changed to the white yellow.
I don’t know.
Six.
I’ve forgotten how many times I woke up.
I just remember.
I strangled him through his neck, stabbed him in the heart with a dagger, and stabbed him in the throat with a pencil…
But after the last suicide, I had a dream…
Thank you very much for your participation in our introspection.
Tickets have been reserved for you. The tickets are in five days. You can play for two days.
The big bed is 268, the mark 198, which one do you want to live in?
Passengers with tickets are requested to step forward and line up at the ticket office.
I don’t know.
“I’ve got the reach and the Teeth of a Killin’ Machine…”
I woke up again and looked around like I had a long dream.
I dreamt it was just an introspection of the game, and the tester kindly sent me out of the base and bought me a ticket home. After a few days of fun, I got on the high iron to go home.
But what’s in front of you is turning me back into reality.
“3-3E” I looked at the familiar seating number and laughed at myself. It was a dream.
Isn’t this my dream? Do you dream in it? I shake my head and don’t think about anything so complicated. I pressed the switch on the phone, and it was the same.
“You have two options — one to run like a mouse, the other in your bag. I’m sorry.
Nothing new. I’m about to hear it. Hang up the phone and I’ll look under the bag.
Strangely, the package looks different. I looked over my head at the beauty next to my eye, and she changed her clothes, and the t-shirt with the t-shirt on it.
But she’s still Mei, and I’m staring at her, and I’m swung around, and I’m showing up.
What had changed earlier was the type of weapon, and this time it seemed that even the environment in the car had changed, and I was busy looking at the man in the glasses and asking him what was going on.
There’s a middle-aged man, 40 and 50 years old, who’s concentrating on the starter. The guy with the glasses ran away while I wasn’t watching?
Pistols, crossbows, stabbings, knives, daggers, line, pencils… Since then, I have killed many times, and he has killed several times, and the weapons I have supplied have become less and less, and I have had to do my best to kill it.
But it also gives me a lot of pleasure to overcome the difficulties, and sometimes I even think, if that is the reality, it would be nice.
Killing itself can make people addictive.
Well, look at this weapon.
I can turn over my bag, but I can find only a few broken clothes and toothpaste brushes and nothing looks like a weapon.
Well, I guess it might end this way, but it’s sick.
Let me kill a guy with a gun with my bare hands. Is this the final level? If not, I feel like I’m not far from the end of the training.
But it’s hard for me, in countless cycles, to understand the fact that there are thousands of ways to kill, and it’s important to learn to adapt.
All of a sudden, I look bright, because I turn over a razor — not electric, but one that can tear down a blade.
That’s enough. I took the sharp blades off, pulled a little bit of the cloth off the rags and stuffed them in my pocket.
Everything’s ready. I’ll take a blade and head for Car 1. Although the position of Miyet was not stable since then, I was used to go to car number one to confirm it.
I did not try again on the road, because there was a lesson to be learned once: Mi-Yung died after killing several passengers and drawing the police.
I was in front of car No. 1, and I locked the back of the miyeon.
Curiously, Mi-yeon did not wear his iconic Mi-yellow windshirt this time, but rather dressed in a suit, like a business elite.
But Mi-yellow is Mi-yellow, and he’s deep in my mind. How can I be mistaken?
I’ve come one step at a time, and I seem to be free, and I’ve concentrated my mind to a great extent. He seemed to be relaxing, and in fact the pistol might be on his hand and there could be a shot back at any time.
It’s nearer. It’s closer. It’s within three steps. But I can’t think about it anymore. I’m walking up to him, holding on to the blades, shattering around his throat like lightning.
A blood line flashed, and then blood bursted. Little round eyes, thick eyebrows, garlic noses, thin mouths, thin hair, right.
He covered his neck in pain, looking at me with incredible eyes, and his face was never so vivid.
It’s strange that this time it’s so simple and I’d really like to ask him if there’s something wrong with his system.
“Aah! Kill people! “This is how the passengers around us react, either escape immediately, or stay bold enough to try to contain me.
Unfortunately, the dream is not over, nor does it seem to be the last.
When the police arrived, I looked at the frightened passengers and said, “Bye, see you later.” I’m sorry.
After that, I squeezed the blade and crossed my throat.
7
In a high-grade writing building, in a fancy office, a man smokes cigars and is sitting at a desk.
The beautiful secretary knocked softly at the door and asked for the sound of joy: “Chairman Yang, Chief Zhao is here. I’m sorry.
The man waved, the secretary walked out, and a moment later a man wearing glasses walked in and closed the door.
“Mr. Yang, the client has confirmed the news and will call in within two weeks. I’m sorry.
He said that he had handed over a heavy file bag to Yang, who pointed his hand at the sofa with the cigar, suggesting that he should find a place to sit.
Yang opened the file bag, which contained confidential personal data and press summaries, without delay.
The man on the photo of the deceased had a small round eye, a thick eyebrow, a garlic nose, a thin mouth, a thin hair, and the news heading was, “Secret murder!” Multinational executives were assassinated on high iron! I’m sorry.
The information is very detailed, not only for the deceased and the killer, but also for the police, the crew and the passengers of the carriage.
Mr. Yang read the book and put it aside and asked, “What did the police say? I’m sorry.
“At the end, it seems as if it was a deliberate murder for social revenge, and this time there was a history of the knife, and the police came to our game company, but found nothing but to think about it. I’m sorry.
“In particular, what did the police look into? I’m sorry.
“Yes. Chief Zhao wanted to say, “The main reason why the knife came to our company, and what it was all about the week we spent, was that we invited him to the game, and then showed the police some of the video footage that was processed. Of course, the specifics of the game are that business secrets are not easy to reveal, and the police know only that we are a game company in virtual reality. I’m sorry.
“How’s the knife?”
“To commit suicide, as he indoctred. Don’t worry, Mr. Yang, you’ve experimented with it many times, and if the knife hears the bell again, it’ll all follow the script that he’s given, after all. I’m sorry.
It took Director Zhao a long time to get in the house before Yang showed his first smile and said:
“Be careful, Zhao, take the men below for a holiday, leave the list until the wind passes. I’m sorry.
Then he whispered, “You too have worked hard and spent so long with the sword in your dream and be assured that I will not be unjust to you.” I’m sorry.
Zhao’s director smiled and said, “Yes, yes, all for the sake of food.” I’m sorry.
After Chief Zhao left, he went through the details.
After that, he took the information and went to the shredder and put the contents of the file in one by one, to shred them.
When one or two were put in, he opened his mouth and said, “Moon.” I’m sorry.
“Mr. Yang, what’s up?” The secretary came in.
“The shredded box is full. I’m sorry.
“Oh, I’ll just pour it. I’m sorry.
Nice secretary came to the garbage can and removed the shredder.
On each occasion, Yang threw the information brought by Zhao ‘ s director into a shredder, which, without realizing it, had become a small mountain.
She poured all the pieces of paper into the trash, easily burying them in secret.
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Author: Deepwood
Case number: YX01Yg42VryKyJ0E0
A snake with a tail.
Red alert: My world has collapsed.
Under the light, wait.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
