In the white mist, Chu An casually walked into the depths of the thick mist, as if taking a leisurely stroll in a courtyard.
As we deepened deeper, the radio broadcast echoed in the thick fog, as if it was drilled into the brain, playing repeatedly:
"Woo..Woo"
Women cry, children cry.
"I don't want to die..."
"Save us..."
The broadcast was cluttered, as if it were just a meaningless recording.
From the background, fierce gunfire could be vaguely heard.
"Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta"
The sound of distant gunfire mixed with the roar of soldiers sounded like they were facing a zombie outbreak in the early days of the apocalypse.
"Retreat! Let's retreat!"
"Ahhhh!!"
Bite, gnaw.
The roar of zombies accompanied the retreating footsteps.
....
Is the broadcast a recording of the early days of the apocalypse?
With an expressionless face, Chu An silently took out a tape from his pocket and looked silently into the depths of the thick fog.
Unable to see clearly the surrounding scene, he could only vaguely see a rusty armored vehicle parked on the dew-covered grass.
Bullet casings were scattered on the ground, and a crooked machine gun was stained with dark red blood.
Obviously, this is an armored vehicle that was besieged by zombies in the early days of the apocalypse.
Getting closer and closer, Chu An stopped and listened carefully to the repeated broadcast for a while, then murmured silently:
"Will it interfere with thinking?"
"Voice, converted into illusion?"
"How many seconds does it take?"
Judging the time when the meme in the white mist would take effect, he simply stood there and silently counted the time.
In the thick fog, anyone's mental power and perception are like a blind man, tightly restricted around their body.
The endless fog can make anyone feel uncontrollably panicked and helpless.
It was as if there was only fog left in the whole world.
Alone, forever.
"Zi-Zi"
Electromagnetic interference begins to appear.
"Roar!"
There was a disturbance in the white mist.
Dozens of roaring zombies suddenly appeared from not far away. The zombies opened their huge mouths and rushed towards them with red eyes.
On the rotting face, you could even see a few zombies with bullets piercing their chests.
The detached intestines dragged dirty blood stains on the dewy grass.
No response.
Chu An just stood there, ignoring the zombies rushing toward him.
"A very realistic illusion..."
"Shua"
The zombies rushed over, roared and bit, and you could even smell the fishy smell in their mouths.
But unlike the real scene, zombies were seen rushing past his body like air and gradually dissipating.
Lift the frame slightly.
Chu An frowned slightly and whispered to himself:
"Phantom attacks, if believed, will the meme level become more intense?"
“What’s next round..?”
Ten seconds later.
A deafening explosion sounded from not far away.
The air waves spread and the ground shook.
At this time, Chu An finally moved.
However, he approached quickly towards the direction of the explosion.
moment.
The explosions became louder and louder, as if the whole world was enveloped in roaring shells.
The violent sound wave impact shook the buttons of his combat uniform slightly.
"Boom! Boom!!"
The soil was lifted up, and pieces of shrapnel flew past his body.
In front of him, he could already see dense craters and zombies that had been blown to pieces.
At his feet, there was a zombie whose body was blown to pieces, leaving only half of his upper body. He opened and closed his mouth in pain, trying to bite through the leather boots under his feet.
Indifferent.
Chu An didn't look sideways and continued walking forward.
0.5 seconds later.
"Boom-bang!!"
The thick white mist was suddenly cut open by the artillery shell, and a howitzer drew an arc and landed in front of him impartially.
"boom!!"
The fire exploded, and the intense heat melted him instantly.
Painful, the nerves seemed to be burned instantly, and the strong explosion almost blew Chu An into pieces.
In the deep pit, with only half of his head left, Chu An silently looked at the sky shrouded in mist above his head.
It seemed that even if he died, there would be no reaction.
"Simulating pain?"
It was like seeing a ghost. In the deep pit created by the explosion, Chu An kept saying something, with only half of his head remaining on his face, but he still maintained his consciousness.
The next second, the body grew back and the pit disappeared, as if nothing had happened.
"If you believe in an attack, will you die?"
"Or will you fall into a deep hypnosis?"
He kept walking, ignoring the imaginary attacks, and still walked steadily towards the depths of the thick fog.
On the ground, hundreds of corpses with only white bones left fell in one direction.
"Death takes a long time..."
"So, did hallucination attacks exist from the beginning?"
Make a judgment call.
He has a calm expression and always maintains absolute rationality, as if nothing can deceive him.
If there were outsiders present, they would probably be shocked and speechless.
Anyone faced with the two rounds of fantasy just now, even if they know it in advance, will probably instinctively want to avoid it and be afraid.
But the word fear never seemed to appear in this man.
...
Twenty minutes later.
Even though the first-level endurance limit had been exceeded, Chu An still continued to collect information without being affected.
The broadcast has been repeated for 9 rounds, with a 3-minute interval between each round.
Like, radio waves that never go away.
After walking for some distance, Chu An suddenly stopped when he saw a gray-white radio station, his eyes moving slightly.
In front of the radio station, an off-road vehicle with its front end smashed was parked crookedly.
"It should be...this is it."
"Click"
Without hesitation,
He directly pressed the tape he had been holding in his hand.
That was the recording made by the only surviving lunatic after he entered the Wangjiang Military Region in the early days.
"Zi-Zi"
The tape rotates and the sound plays:
"Roar!!"
"Ahhhh!! Help, help me...ho...ho"
"Run! The zombies are rushing in!"
...
"What are these monsters!?"
"Why do they eat people!?"
"Headshot! Only headshots can kill them!"
"Bang bang bang!!"
...
"We can't hold on any longer! Old Chen, take your family away quickly!"
"What about you!?"
"Roar!!"
"I'm a fucking soldier, you take the people away first! Stop the ink stains!!"
"There's a gun in the car! Find the troops!"
...
The engine fires up and it sounds like a car starting outside a broadcast room.
"Let's go! Dad will take you away, Xiaolian, wife...get in the car quickly!"
The voice was trembling, and the man who spoke seemed to be named Lao Chen.
...
"Husband! There seems to be an army in front of us, let's get closer!"
"good..."
"Wait!? What is that!?"
"Monster! What a big monster! Damn..."
"Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta"
Machine guns fired, and a few seconds later, continuous explosions suddenly sounded.
"Dead...all dead!?"
"boom..."
The direction changed sharply and the wheels skidded.
"Hold on! We're about to hit you!!"
A violent crash.
"Click"
The next second, the tape suddenly jammed, and the flashing red dot indicated that the first half had been played.
Sitting in front of the recording desk of the radio station, Chu An calmly looked at the three corpses in the radio station.
In the center of the forehead, there are three dark bullet holes.
....
