This blow, which had an element of gambling, hit the target in the darkness firmly.
After the attack was successful, Su Xing did not retreat, because there was no way out here, so since he couldn't escape, he had no choice but to bite the bullet no matter what he faced.
It's not his style to escape with unrealistic fantasies.
Although I couldn't see anything in front of me, I could still judge the approximate location based on the sound of the man hitting the ground.
Su Xing, who had already made up his mind, lifted the chair again, took a step forward, and then slammed it down.
Bang bang bang.
Dull collisions came one after another, until the chair in his hand was overwhelmed and fell apart.
After making sure there was no movement under his feet, he panted and reached for his pants pocket.
Perhaps it was due to excessive force. The force of the counter-shock from those few force blows just now made Su Xing feel that the muscles in his two forearms were shaking uncontrollably.
"Mobile phone, where is my mobile phone?"
The only light source I can think of now is the flashlight that comes with my phone. Maybe the light can dispel the surrounding dark fog.
Without vision, everything is passive.
When the phone is taken out, the screen can light up normally, and at least something can be seen with that little bit of light.
Turn on the flashlight.
The weak light was restricted in its spread, as if the black fog had a shielding function, and even light could not easily penetrate it.
"Why is there only this little brightness? Forget it, it's better than nothing."
He cursed in his mind, and then pointed the light at the place where he knocked down the man before.
The man on the ground had a bruised head and bleeding, and one side of his temple was deeply dented. If this kind of injury were placed on an ordinary person, he would probably not be able to survive, but Su Xing knew that this thing was not a living person, and it was not even weird. On the other hand, he might just be an evil thought in memory fragments.
Sure enough, the man who was lying on the ground motionless a moment ago got up like a normal person this time. He stood up staggeringly despite the horrific wounds, with a sinister smile on his lips.
Under the light, the thing the man was holding was no longer a belt, but a hatchet that he had touched at some point.
"Why are you doing this to me? Dad is really sad, but I will forgive you for whatever you do, because I love you. As long as you don't leave, I can promise you anything."
As he spoke, the man's lowered eyes looked at Su Xing's legs. His intentions were self-evident.
"Whose father are you? I am your father. I am your father. I am your father. I am your father..."
I don't want to give anyone any advantage, but I'm starting to feel bad in my heart.
Damn it, how on earth are you going to fight this thing? Ordinary physical methods seem to be ineffective.
Su Xing's mind was racing with 10,000 alpacas, and he was even thinking about why he didn't bring this guy in by the way if he was so familiar with the police station.
However, this kind of unrealistic fantasy can only be achieved for a while.
As my thoughts rolled around, I suddenly felt a chill coming from my back.
wrong! There's something behind me.
Subconsciously, he ducked away, and when the light shone on him, he saw a thin, monkey-like thing lying on the beam after a failed sneak attack, with its eyes closed and roaring sharply.
This thing again.
Taking advantage of Su Xing's attention being attracted, the man carrying the woodcutter pounced on him, and the rusty machete aimed directly at Su Xing's thigh.
He does not want to kill the target directly, but to leave the person behind and feel the despair and helplessness to the greatest extent.
He continued to move his body, narrowly avoiding it again.
In the panic, he almost lost his balance and fell to the ground.
After dodging the attack and pulling away slightly, the light on the phone began to flash intermittently.
Is it possible that real-world items cannot be used normally here? It was the same the first time in the strange world.
If that's the case, that would be really troublesome.
After the phone screen goes black, there is no light source to see the surroundings clearly.
In the darkness, even if you want to resist, it is just a meaningless struggle.
will die? Or will I be left here forever?
Although this place is mapped out by Chen Xin's memory, it is still a strange world in the final analysis.
Just like the layers of dreams in the movie Inception, if you die here, or stay too long, you will lose yourself and never be able to go back.
Although he had struggled hard, the feeling of despair still slowly enveloped his heart.
Wake up and constantly observe the surroundings. Only by staying calm can you have a clear mind. At this time, panic will only accelerate death, but calmly look for opportunities or there may be a glimmer of hope.
Since it is a strange world, there must be a "door" connecting back to reality.
Just like last time in the clinic, this door may be hidden in an unexpected place, or it may not be a universally defined door at all, but no matter what form it appears in, what is certain is that the door connecting reality and the strange world must be exist.
However, there are several doors here, which one is it? Just cover up any one? The chance is too small that the light from the mobile phone will not be able to open the second door.
And Su Xing had a vague feeling in his heart that these doors were not the correct way to return to reality.
Click.
It seemed like he had stepped on something.
Those who were awake and vigilant did not look directly down, but used their peripheral vision.
The man not far away was still standing there with a grin on his face. He knew very well how difficult this young man was, so he was waiting quietly for the last beam of light to disappear.
He moved his feet away, and there was a candlestick broken by his own feet.
There is also a white candle on the candlestick.
Candles, yes, the fire should be able to hold on for a while. If you really can't go back, you might as well light this place up.
If the mother doesn’t give you a way to live, then everyone will stop living.
Beside the candlestick there was half a box of matches scattered on the ground.
I don't have the habit of smoking, so I don't carry a lighter with me. If I want to light a candle now, I can only use matches on the ground.
However, quite a few of these matches were wetted by the unknown liquid on the side, and it was difficult to know whether they were still usable.
But now was not the time to hesitate. The moment Su Xing saw the matches and candles, he had already taken action.
Dropping the phone, he reached for the matches on the ground.
The intervals of darkness grew longer and longer amid the flickering lights.
And every time the cell phone light turned on stubbornly, the deformed man holding a machete took a step closer.
Bah--
The head of the match scratched the paper of the matchbox, but there was no trace of fire. Instead, the fragile head was broken off.
This one won’t work!
Bah--
This one doesn’t work either!
Unfortunately, I tried several in a row but got no response.
At this time, the phone light had not turned on again for more than a breath.
Something climbed up on my back, and the temperature around my body dropped rapidly.
There seemed to be countless bugs burrowing out of the debris beneath him, and the sound of crunching joints could be clearly heard.
They are converging on themselves.
The man holding the machete hasn't made a move yet, but when he wakes up, he is probably standing in front of her now, staring at him with a smile on his face.
In the darkness, the body's temperature was rapidly losing, as if it had been thrown into an icehouse, and its limbs began to slowly stiffen and lose consciousness.
He took out another stick from the box, changed the side, found the right angle, and scratched it gently and hard.
The sudden fire brought a hint of warmth, and its swaying body dispersed the surrounding black fog.
Without any hesitation, bring this weak firelight towards the wick of the candle.
Orange firelight illuminated the surroundings.
All the weird noises were gone.
There were no swarms of poisonous insects eating at him, nor was there anything strange lying on his back. Looking around, there was no sign of a man.
It was as if everything just happened was just a figment of imagination. They never existed.
No matter what, I can finally take a breath.
He picked up the candlestick that he had broken under his feet, put his phone back into his pocket, and stood up slowly.
"This candle... seems a bit unusual."
He didn't think that everything just happened was because of something wrong with his head, and if he thought about it carefully, all the weirdness disappeared the moment the candle was lit.
Could it be that this thing can dispel weirdness and break illusions?
