Chapter One: Amnesia

  When... a Bian Lian artist uses one hand to make various shapes in front of his face, the other hand pulls the rope at the waist, starting the mechanism in the headgear.

  ……

  We must understand that some things can't be understood by just looking at them.

  ……

  When a new tenant moves into a rental house and hears the murmurs of a man and woman next door at night, he sticks his head against the wall.

  Just listen to their conversation between two people.

  "Let's play a game"

  "What game is this?"

  "Have you seen this pointed head?"

  "Ah, I see."

  "I can make its front end turn red in a bit~"

  "Huh? That's really amazing, how did you do it?"

  "It's like this..."

  After a moment of silence...

  *pffft*

  A faint sound.

  New resident's head is tightly stuck on the wall...

  Suddenly, a drill appeared!

  Shot out from in front of his eyes, drilled twice, and then retracted again.

  The new tenant's heart skipped a beat, and he numbly moved his head away, only to see that there were already over a dozen small holes drilled into the wall.

  Then, the sound from next door came again.

  "Huh? What's going on? It's really strange, why didn't it turn red?"

  "Your trick doesn't work, huh?"

  "No way, I've succeeded several times already...... Forget it, next time then"

  ……

  We also need to understand that some things can't be understood by just 'listening'.

  ……

  Two people are running in the front, the person in front is wearing a leather jacket and jeans, while the one behind is a police officer in uniform, desperately chasing after him, shouting "Halt!"

  It's obvious that it's a police-and-thief routine.

  But in fact, the one running ahead was an undercover cop, and the one chasing behind was a traffic police officer. In front of them, not far away, a fugitive was escaping.

  ……

  We must understand that some things can't be guessed.

  ……

  The world is small.

  Everyone lives in a place, maybe a city or several cities, but when it comes down to it, they can't leave behind 'work, eating, living, shopping', small circles that fix people on a few streets, only occasionally going out for some fresh air.

  The world is very big.

  Even if one were to spend their entire lifetime walking on two legs, they still wouldn't be able to traverse the entirety of this beautiful world.

  What is seen, what is heard, and what is guessed are not necessarily true.

  ……

  "Huh... what? Where is this place? What time is it now? Who am I?"

  Dew rose from the icy wet ground.

  He suddenly furrowed his brow and reached back to rub the back of his head.

  "It hurts!"

  Could not help but let out a low growl.

  Letting go of his hand and taking a look, he found that it was all blood.

  "How...how did you get hurt?"

  He raised his head and looked around.

  It's very dark here.

  The space is very large, like an abandoned factory building. The roof is extremely high, and at the highest point, there are some small windows around it, through which white sunlight pours in, spilling onto the ground.

  "Hiss! ~"

  Xiao Feng was suddenly frightened and jumped up, hastily retreating two steps back.

  Because right in the spot where sunlight was shining, someone was lying there!

  The blood under his body flowed into a piece, like a calm lake surface, reflecting an unusual light in the sunlight.

  The morning breeze was heavy with mist, and after taking a sip of water, I looked around to find that most places were shrouded in darkness, making it hard to see clearly.

  He lifted his feet and moved slowly.

  Approach the corpse and take a closer look.

  Because in the hand of the corpse, it was holding a pistol.

  Handgun?

  How can there be handguns?

  Xiao Feng gritted his teeth and covered his head, enduring the throbbing pain, as several blurry scenes churned inside.

  He shook his fist and looked at the gun again.

  Xiao Feng wants to take it over.

  He not only lost his memory but also found himself in a strange place, he wanted a sense of security.

  "Hmm..."

  A faint cry suddenly came from the "corpse" on the ground.

  He cocked it twice, his arm moved slightly, and the gun body rubbed against the ground.

  Dawn Wind jumped over quickly and grabbed the gun with extremely fast speed, then stuck it to his chest, retreated far away, panting nervously.

  Then the people on the ground did not move again.

  Xiao Feng didn't know whether he should let out a sigh of relief or... feel afraid instead.

  Because he can't tell whether it's a dead person or a living person that people are afraid of under the current circumstances.

  The only difference is that a live person holding a gun is absolutely the most dangerous.

  Lowered his head and looked at the pistol in his hand.

  Too heavy.

  He turned it over in his hand a couple of times and found that he actually didn't know how to use it, only feeling its heaviness.

  "Hello? Is anyone there?......"

  Suddenly a voice came from behind Xiaofeng, neither far nor near.

  He broke out in a cold sweat, and subconsciously, he hastily put the pistol into his own pocket, then felt it was not proper, so he lifted up his clothes, tied it to his belt, and covered it with his clothes.

  He then turned his head, narrowing his eyes in the dim light to find where the sound was coming from.

  "Who... who's there?"

  "Is someone really there?!"

  A sound of surprise escaped her lips.

  "That slightly hoarse voice said: 'Brother... brothers, come and save me quickly, I'm stuck, can't get out!'"

  Dawn blinked, closed her eyes, and rubbed them again. When her eyes had adapted to the darkness, she opened them to see a person standing in the middle of a large machine not far away.

  Only half of his body was exposed outside, like Sun Wukong being pressed under Mount Wutai.

  Xiao Feng took two steps closer, carefully observing the person stuck in the machine. He was probably between twenty and thirty years old, slightly small but handsome, especially with his fair skin, clearly not someone who had labored under the scorching sun.

  He was wearing a white T-shirt, with a denim jacket over it. Below the abdomen... couldn't be seen, blood stained on the white T-shirt, had turned black, his face was also pale, forehead was sweating, as if washed with water, but his lips were dry and cracked.

  The most important thing is that his hands were empty.

  Xiao Feng finally plucked up the courage to walk over and asked: "You... what's wrong with you? Why are you stuck in this machine?"

  That man let out a bitter laugh, his lips trembling. Half a beat later, he said: "I... I don't remember anything. I just woke up and found myself stuck on this machine. I... I can't see, I... I can't feel it either. Are my legs... are my legs still there?"

  The machine is very large, and upon closer inspection, it can be seen that the "cowboy jacket" is actually a rolled-up full text.

  This should be a crusher, huge iron wheels, like a meat grinder, interlocking teeth.

  The lower half of the "cowboy jacket" was no longer visible, only a small abdominal area was still a blurry piece of flesh and blood, as if connected to the machine.

  Xiao Feng furrowed his brow and walked along the machine towards the back, taking a look.

  "Cowboy Jacket seemed like someone who couldn't bear the silence, and asked: 'Do...do you still remember anything? Why are we appearing here?'"

  Xiao Feng said: "I don't remember anything either, I just woke up and was here"

  The cowboy jacket let out a wry smile and said: "It's really... too strange..."

  Yes, this thing is indeed a bit too strange.

  The morning breeze can't reach the top of my head, but I always feel... a bit eerie.

  Walked to the back of the machine, below which there was an exit. It's clear that this is indeed a pulverizer, entering from one end and exiting from the other.

  He shakily stuck his head in and really... saw the cowboy jacket's legs.

  However... it was soft and fluffy, hanging there, on the pant leg, with a drop of fresh blood dripping down.

  Xiao Feng hesitated for a moment, then stretched his hand in with some effort. On that leg, he first poked it, and saw the pant leg shaking back and forth.

  After waiting for a while, there was no sound of cowboy jackets coming over.

  Furrowed his brow, and then stretched out his hand to pinch that leg again, the feeling in his hand was... as if he had pinched a pillow.

  The cowboy jacket didn't make a sound.

  Xiao Feng's heart skipped a beat, and then he crawled out.

  Walked back in front of the cowboy jacket, quietly looking at him, without saying a word.

  The cowboy jacket felt something was wrong and asked: "How... what's wrong? My leg..."

  Xiao Feng's eyebrows twitched twice as he said, "Still in..."

  "Oh... oh, that's good, that's good. I don't feel it now... maybe it was just temporary, temporary... um... can you pull me out?"

  Xiao Feng shook his head and said: "No way, I can't get this machine open."

  "Oh, is that so... then... then..."

  After talking for half a day, Cowboy Jacket couldn't come up with an opinion and could only sigh, his eyes turned red, and tears fell.

  "He gritted his teeth and said: 'Damn it, damn it! I don't even know who I am, I don't even know... what this is all for...'"

  Dawn wind was also unable to give him an answer.

  He himself was also in great pain, his mind was very confused, those should be memories, but none of them could be linked together, none of them could be seen clearly, all were mixed up like a mess.

  Just about to say something with a big mouth.

  Suddenly there was a loud rumbling sound behind him.

  Turning his head, it was a person, holding a very thick iron rod and constantly pounding the wall.

  The surface cement has been knocked off, and inside the cement, iron skin is exposed. The iron rod hits it, but only scratches out white marks.

  Xiao Feng seemed to have found a lifeline and rushed over, asking: "You... who are you?"

  That person didn't respond at first, continuing to hammer away until he was exhausted. Panting heavily, he weakly threw down the iron rod and sat on the ground, gasping for air as he said: "I... who am I?"

  He gazed up at the eaves, blinked his eyes, and then suddenly jumped up, pouncing on Xiaofeng, knocking him to the ground, with both hands grasping his collar, shaking him back and forth.

  "Who am I? Who are you?! Tell me, tell me, tell me quickly! Damn it!"

  Xiao Feng's occipital bone was originally injured, and with this collision, he felt a sharp pain that made his heart skip a beat.

  He hastily pulled out the pistol from his abdomen, and with a great deal of effort, he managed to turn over halfway before finally pulling it out.

  Directly on the opponent's chest.

  That man didn't move after all. He was stunned for a while, then suddenly shouted loudly: "Damn it! Are you going to shoot? Are you going to shoot?"

  Dawn really hooked the board machine, and hooked more than once, but didn't hook it.

  Helpless, he could only use it as a brick and hit his opponent's head.

  The latter ate the pain, jumped off from his body, retreated a few steps, and roared: "What are you? Why do you have a gun? What is this place? What did you bring me here for?"

  Xiao Feng swallowed his saliva, trembling as he raised his gun and took aim at his opponent.

  It wasn't until then that I had the mind to observe and appreciate how good-looking he was.

  He was a fat man, wearing loose-fitting jeans with a shiny chain hanging from the pocket and attached to his waist.

  The upper body is wearing a leather jacket, from V-neck T-shirt, and can see that there are tattoos on the neck.

  The hair on his head was shaved off, leaving only three lines from back to front, paired with that face full of scars, looking extremely ferocious.

  Xiao Feng's whole body trembled, one was because the gun was a bit heavy, and two was because it hurt.

  Suddenly... he glanced at the grip of his pistol and couldn't help but wipe the back of his head again.

  He hadn't noticed before, but actually there was a bit of bloodstain near the gun butt.

  It won't be... it's just mine?

  Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Xiaofeng said: "Don't move! Calm down, this gun...this gun isn't mine, it's the person lying in the middle, I suspect...I suspect I was caught by him!" ...When the face-changing artist used one hand to make various shapes in front of his own face, the other hand pulled on the rope at his waist, activating the mechanism in his headgear.

  ……

  There are some things that can't be understood just by looking at them.

  ……

  When a new tenant moves into a rental house and hears the murmurs of a man and woman next door at night, he sticks his head against the wall.

  Just listen to their conversation between two people.

  "Let's play a game"

  "Oh, what game is it?"

  "Have you seen this pointed head?"

  "Ah, I see."

  "I can make its front end turn red in a bit~"

  "Huh? That's really amazing, how did you do it?"

  "It's like this..."

  After a moment of silence...

  *pffft*

  Slight sound all text.

  New resident's head is tightly stuck on the wall...

  A drill suddenly appeared!

  Shot out from in front of his eyes, drilled twice, and then retracted again.

  The new tenant's heart skipped a beat, and he numbly moved his head away, only to see that there were already over a dozen small holes drilled into the wall.

  Then, the sound from next door came again.

  "Huh? What's going on? It's really strange, why didn't it turn red?"

  "Your trick doesn't work, huh?"

  "No way, I've succeeded several times already...... Forget it, next time then"

  ……

  We also need to understand that some things can't be understood by just 'listening'.

  ……

  Two people are running in the front, the person in front is wearing a leather jacket and jeans, while the one behind is a police officer in uniform, desperately chasing after him, shouting "Halt!"

  It's obvious that it's a thrilling scene of police catching thieves.

  But in fact, the one running ahead was an undercover cop, and the one chasing behind was a traffic police officer. In front of them, not far away, a fugitive was escaping.

  ……

  We must understand that some things can't be guessed.

  ……

  The world is small.

  Everyone lives in a place, maybe a city or several cities, but when it comes down to it, they can't leave behind 'work, eating, living, shopping', small circles that fix people on a few streets, only occasionally going out for some fresh air.

  The world is very big.

  Even if one uses his legs all his life, he cannot walk through the whole world.

  What is seen, what is heard, and what is guessed are not necessarily true.

  ……

  "Huh... what? Where is this place? What time is it now? Who am I?"

  Dew rose from the icy wet ground.

  He suddenly furrowed his brow and reached back to rub the back of his head.

  "It hurts!"

  He couldn't help but let out a low growl.

  When I put down my hand and took a look, I found that it was all blood there.

  "How...how did you get hurt?"

  He raised his head and looked around.

  Found it very dark here.

  The space is very large, like an abandoned factory building. The roof is extremely high, and at the highest point, there are some small windows around it, through which white sunlight pours in, spreading across the floor.

  "Hiss! ~"

  Xiao Feng was suddenly frightened and jumped up, hastily retreating two steps back.

  Because right in the spot where sunlight was shining, someone was lying there!

  The blood under his body flowed into a piece, like a calm lake surface, reflecting an unusual light in the sunlight.

  The morning breeze was heavy with mist, and after taking a sip of water, I looked around to find that most places were shrouded in darkness, making it hard to see clearly.

  He lifted his feet and moved slowly.

  Walked up to the corpse.

  Because in the hand of the corpse, it was holding a pistol.

  Handgun?

  How can there be handguns?

  Xiao Feng gritted his teeth and covered his head, enduring the throbbing pain, as several blurry scenes churned inside.

  He shook his fist and looked at the gun again.

  Xiao Feng wants to take it over.

  He not only lost his memory but also found himself in a strange place, he wanted a sense of security.

  "Hmm..."

  A faint cry suddenly came from the "corpse" on the ground.

  He cocked it twice, his arm moved slightly, and the gun body rubbed against the ground with a good sound.

  Dawn Wind jumped over quickly and grabbed the gun with extremely fast speed, then stuck it to his chest, retreated far away, panting nervously.

  Then the people on the ground did not move again.

  Xiao Feng didn't know whether he should let out a sigh of relief or... feel afraid instead.

  Because he can't tell whether it's a dead person that people fear or a living person that people fear under the current circumstances.

  The only difference is that a live person holding a gun is absolutely the most dangerous.

  Lowered his head and looked at the handgun in his hand.

  Too heavy.

  He turned it over in his hand a couple of times and found that he actually didn't know how to use it, only feeling its heaviness.

  "Hello! Is anyone there?......"

  Suddenly a voice came from behind Xiaofeng, neither far nor near.

  He broke out in a cold sweat, and subconsciously, he hastily put the gun into his own pocket, then felt it was not proper, so he lifted up his clothes, tied it to his belt, and covered it with his clothes.

  He then turned his head, narrowing his eyes in the dim light to find where the sound was coming from.

  "Who... who's there?"

  "Is someone really there?!"

  A voice burst out in surprise.

  "That slightly hoarse voice said: 'Brother... brothers, come and save me quickly, I'm stuck, can't get out!'"

  Dawn blinked, closed her eyes, and rubbed them again. When her eyes had adjusted to the darkness, she opened them to see a person standing in the middle of a large machine not far away.

  Only half of his body was exposed outside, like Sun Wukong being pressed under Mount Wutai.

  Xiao Feng took two steps closer, carefully observing the person stuck in the machine. He was probably between twenty and thirty years old, slightly small but handsome, especially with his fair skin, clearly not someone who had labored under the scorching sun.

  He was wearing a white T-shirt, with a denim jacket over it. Below the waist... couldn't be seen, blood stained on the white T-shirt, had turned black, his face was also pale, forehead full of sweat, as if washed by water, but lips were dry and cracked.

  The most important thing is that his hands were empty.

  Xiao Feng finally plucked up the courage to walk over and asked: "You... what's wrong with you? Why are you stuck in this machine?"

  That man let out a bitter laugh, his lips trembling. Half a beat later, he said: "I... I don't remember anything. I just woke up and found myself stuck on this machine. I... I can't see, I... I can't feel it either. Are my legs... are my legs still there?"

  The machine is very large, and upon closer inspection, it can be seen that the 'cowboy jacket' is actually being rolled up inside.

  This should be a crusher, huge iron wheels, like a meat grinder, with interlocking teeth.

  The lower half of the "cowboy jacket" was no longer visible, only a small abdominal area was still a blur of flesh and blood, as if connected to the machine.

  Xiao Feng furrowed his brow and walked along the machine towards the back for a closer look.

  "Cowboy Jacket seemed like someone who couldn't bear the silence, and asked: 'Do...do you still remember anything? Why are we appearing here?'"

  Xiao Feng said: "I don't remember anything either, I just woke up and was here"

  The cowboy jacket let out a wry smile and said: "It's really... too strange..."

  Yes, this thing is indeed a bit too strange and interesting.

  The morning breeze can't reach the top of my head, but I always feel... a bit eerie.

  Walked to the back of the machine, below which there was an exit. It's clear that this is indeed a pulverizer, entering from one end and exiting from the other.

  He shakily stuck his head in and really... saw the cowboy jacket's legs.

  However... it was soft and fluffy, hanging there, on the pant leg, with a drop of fresh blood dripping down.

  Xiao Feng hesitated for a moment, then stretched his hand in with some effort. On that leg, he first poked it, and saw the pant leg shaking back and forth.

  After waiting for a while, there was no sound of cowboy jacket coming over.

  Furrowed his brow, and then stretched out his hand to pinch that leg again, the feeling in his hand was... as if he was pinching a pillow.

  The cowboy jacket didn't make a sound.

  Xiao Feng's heart skipped a beat, and then he crawled out.

  Walked back in front of the cowboy jacket, quietly looking at him, without saying a word.

  The cowboy jacket felt something was wrong and asked: "How... what's wrong? My leg..."

  Xiao Feng's eyebrows twitched twice as he said, "Still in..."

  "Oh... oh, that's good, that's good. I don't feel it now... maybe it was just temporary, temporary... um... can you pull me out?"

  Xiao Feng shook his head and said: "No way, I can't get this machine open."

  "Oh, is that so... then... then..."

  After talking for half a day, Cowboy Jacket couldn't come up with an opinion either. In the end, he could only sigh and his eyes turned red as tears fell.

  "He gritted his teeth and said: 'Damn it, damn it! I don't even know who I am, I don't even know... what this is all for...'"

  Dawn wind was also unable to give him an answer.

  He himself was also in great pain, his mind was very confused, those should be memories, but none of them could be linked together, none of them could be seen clearly, all were mixed up like a mess.

  Just about to say something with a big mouth.

  Just then, there was a loud rumbling sound behind him.

  Turning his head, he saw that it was a person, holding a very thick iron rod and continuously pounding the wall.

  The surface cement has been knocked off, and inside the cement, iron skin is exposed. The iron rod hits it, only scratching out white marks.

  Xiao Feng was like he had found a lifesaver and rushed over, hastily asking: "You... who are you?"

  That person didn't respond at first, continuing to hammer away until he was exhausted. Panting heavily, he finally weakly threw down the iron rod and sat on the ground, gasping for air as he said: "I... who am I?"

  He gazed up at the eaves, blinked his eyes, and then suddenly jumped up, pouncing on Xiaofeng, knocking him to the ground, with both hands grasping his collar, shaking him back and forth.

  "Who am I? Who are you?! Tell me tell me, tell me quickly! Damn it!"

  Xiao Feng's occipital bone was originally injured, and with this collision, he felt a sharp pain that made his heart skip a beat.

  He hastily pulled out the pistol from his abdomen, and with a great deal of effort, he struggled to turn over halfway before finally managing to pull it out properly.

  Directly on the opponent's chest.

  That man didn't move after all. He was stunned for a while, then suddenly shouted loudly: "Damn it! Are you going to shoot? Are you going to shoot?"

  Dawn really hooked the board machine, and hooked more than once, but didn't hook it.

  Helpless, he could only use it as a brick and hit his opponent's head.

  The latter was in pain, jumped off from his body, retreated a few steps, and roared: "What the hell are you? Why do you have a gun? What is this place? What did you bring me here for?"

  Xiao Feng swallowed his saliva, trembling as he raised his gun and took aim at his opponent.

  It wasn't until then that he had the mind to observe his opponent.

  He was a fat man, wearing loose-fitting jeans with a shiny chain hanging from the pocket and attached to his waist.

  The upper body is wearing a leather jacket, from V-neck T-shirt, and can see that there are still tattoos on the neck.

  The hair on his head was shaved off, leaving only three lines from back to front, paired with that face full of scars, looking extremely ferocious.

  Xiao Feng's whole body trembled, one was because the gun was a bit heavy, two was because it hurt.

  Suddenly... he glanced at the grip of his pistol and couldn't help but wipe the back of his head again.

  He hadn't noticed before, but actually there was a bit of blood near the gun butt.

  It won't be... it's just mine?

  She swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and Xiaofeng said: "Don't move! Calm down, this gun...this gun isn't mine, it's the person lying in the middle, I suspect...I suspect I'm just a handsome captive!" When...the face-changing artist used one hand to make various shapes in front of his own face, while the other hand pulled on the rope at his waist, activating the mechanism in his headgear.

  ……

  There are some things that can't be understood just by looking at them.

  ……

  When a new tenant moves into a rental house and hears the murmurs of a man and woman next door at night, he sticks his head against the wall.

  Just listen to their conversation.

  "Let's play a game."

  "What game is this?"

  "Have you seen this pointed head?"

  "Ah, I see."

  "I can make its front end turn red in a bit~"

  "Huh? That's really amazing, how did you do it?"

  "It's like this..."

  After a moment of silence...

  *pffft*

  A faint sound.

  New resident's head is tightly stuck on the wall...

  Suddenly, a drill appeared!

  Shot out from in front of his eyes, drilled twice, and then retracted again.

  The new tenant's heart skipped a beat, and he numbly moved his head away, only to see that there were already over a dozen small holes drilled into the wall.

  Then, the sound from next door came again.

  "Huh? What's going on? It's really strange, why didn't it turn red?"

  "Your trick doesn't work, huh?"

  "No way, I've succeeded several times already...... Forget it, next time then"

  ……

  We also need to understand that some things can't be done by just 'listening'.

  ……

  Two people are running in the front, the person in front is wearing a leather jacket and jeans, while the one behind is a police officer in uniform, desperately chasing after him, shouting "Halt!"

  It's obvious that it's a police and thief plot.

  But in fact, the one running ahead was an undercover cop, and the one chasing behind was a traffic police officer. In front of them, not far away, a fugitive was escaping.

  ……

  We must understand that some things can't be guessed.

  ……

  The world is small.

  Everyone lives in a place, maybe a city or several cities, but when it comes down to it, they can't leave behind 'work, eating, living, shopping', small circles that fix people on a few streets, only occasionally going out for some fresh air.

  The world is very big.

  Even if one uses his legs all his life, he cannot walk through the whole world.

  What is seen, what is heard, and what is guessed are not necessarily true or pleasant.

  ……

  "Huh... what? Where is this place? What time is it now? Who am I?"

  Dew rose from the icy wet ground.

  He suddenly furrowed his brow and reached back to rub the back of his head.

  "It hurts!"

  He couldn't help but let out a low growl.

  When I put down my hand and took a look, I found that it was all blood.

  "How...how did you get hurt?"

  He raised his head and looked around.

  It's very dark here.

  The space is very large, like an abandoned factory building. The roof is extremely high, with some small windows around the top that let in white sunlight, which spills onto the floor.

  "Hiss! ~"

  Xiao Feng was suddenly frightened and jumped up, hastily retreating two steps back.

  Because right in the spot where sunlight was shining, someone was lying there!

  The blood under his body flowed into a piece, like a calm lake surface, reflecting an unusual light in the sunlight.

  The morning breeze was heavy with mist, and after taking a sip of water, I looked around to find that most places were shrouded in darkness, making it hard to see clearly.

  He lifted his feet and moved slowly.

  Approached the corpse and leaned against it.

  Because in the hand of the corpse, it was holding a pistol.

  Handgun?

  How can there be handguns?

  Xiao Feng gritted his teeth and covered his head with his hands, enduring the throbbing pain. Several blurry scenes churned in his mind.

  He shook his fist and looked at the gun again.

  Xiao Feng wants to take it over.

  He not only lost his memory but also found himself in a strange place, he wanted a sense of security.

  "Hmm..."

  A faint cry suddenly came from the "corpse" on the ground.

  He cocked it twice, his arm moved slightly, and the gun body rubbed against the ground.

  Dawn Wind jumped over quickly and grabbed the gun with extremely fast speed, then stuck it to his chest, retreated far away, and breathed nervously.

  Then the people on the ground did not move again.

  Xiao Feng didn't know whether he should let out a sigh of relief or... feel afraid instead.

  Because he can't tell whether it's a dead person or a living person that people are afraid of under the current circumstances.

  The only difference is that a live person holding a gun is absolutely the most dangerous.

  Lowered his head and looked at the pistol in his hand.

  Too heavy.

  He turned it over in his hand a couple of times and found that he actually didn't know how to use it, only feeling its heaviness.

  "Hello! Is anyone there?......"

  Suddenly a voice came from behind Xiaofeng, neither far nor near.

  He broke out in a cold sweat, and subconsciously, he hastily put the pistol into his own pocket, then felt it was not proper, so he lifted up his clothes, tied it to his belt, and covered it with his clothes.

  He then turned his head, narrowing his eyes in the dim light to find where the sound was coming from.

  "Who... who's there?"

  "Is someone really there?!"

  A sound of surprise escaped her lips.

  "That slightly hoarse voice said: 'Brother... brothers, come and save me quickly, I'm stuck, can't get out!'"

  Dawn blinked, closed her eyes, and rubbed them again. When her eyes had adjusted to the darkness, she opened them to see a person standing in the middle of a large machine not far away.

  Only half of his body was exposed outside, like Sun Wukong being pressed under Mount Wutai.

  Xiao Feng took two steps closer, carefully observing the person stuck in the machine. He was around twenty to thirty years old, slightly small but handsome, especially with his fair skin, clearly not someone who had labored under the scorching sun.

  He was wearing a white T-shirt, with a denim jacket over it. Below the waist... couldn't be seen, blood stained on the white T-shirt, had turned black, his face was also pale, forehead full of sweat, as if washed by water, but lips were dry and cracked.

  The most important thing is that his hands were empty.

  Xiao Feng finally plucked up the courage to walk over and asked: "You... what's wrong with you? Why are you stuck in this machine?"

  That man let out a bitter laugh, his lips trembling. Half a beat later, he said: "I... I don't remember anything. I just woke up and found myself stuck on this machine. I... I can't see, I... I can't feel it either. Are my legs... are my legs still there?"

  The machine is very large, and upon closer inspection, you will discover that the 'cowboy jacket' is actually a beautifully rolled-up one.

  This should be a crusher, huge iron wheels, like a meat grinder, interlocking teeth.

  The lower half of the "cowboy jacket" was no longer visible, only a small abdominal area was still a blurry piece of flesh and blood, as if connected to the machine.

  Xiao Feng furrowed his brow and walked along the machine towards the back, taking a look.

  "Cowboy Jacket seemed like someone who couldn't bear the silence, and asked: 'Do...do you still remember anything? Why are we appearing here?'"

  Xiao Feng said: "I don't remember anything either, I just woke up and was here"

  The cowboy jacket let out a wry smile and said: "It's really... too strange..."

  Yes, this thing is indeed a bit too strange.

  The morning breeze can't reach the top of my head, but I always feel... a bit eerie.

  Walked to the back of the machine, below which there was an exit. It was clear that this was indeed a pulverizer, one end went in and came out from the other end.

  He shakily stuck his head in and really... saw the cowboy jacket's legs.

  However... it was soft and fluffy, hanging there, on the pant leg, with a drop of fresh blood dripping down.

  Xiao Feng hesitated for a moment, then stretched his hand in with some effort. On that leg, he first poked it, and saw the pant leg shaking back and forth.

  After waiting for a while, there was no sound of cowboy jackets coming over.

  Furrowed his brow, and then stretched out his hand to pinch that leg again, the feeling in his hand was... as if he had pinched a pillow.

  The cowboy jacket didn't make a sound.

  Xiao Feng's heart skipped a beat, and then he crawled out.

  Walked back in front of the cowboy jacket, quietly looking at him, without saying a word.

  The cowboy jacket felt something was wrong and asked: "How... what's wrong? My leg..."

  Xiao Feng's eyebrows twitched twice as he said, "Still in..."

  "Oh... oh, that's good, that's good, I don't feel it now... maybe it's just temporary, temporary... um... can you pull me out?"

  Xiao Feng shook his head and said: "No way, I can't get this machine open."

  "Oh, is that so... then... then..."

  After talking for half a day, Cowboy Jacket couldn't come up with an opinion either, and could only sigh, his eyes turning red as he began to cry.

  "He gritted his teeth and said: 'Damn it, damn it! I don't even know who I am, I don't even know... what this is all for...'"

  Dawn wind was also unable to give him an answer.

  He himself was also in great pain, his mind was very confused, those should be memories, but none of them could be linked together, none of them could be seen clearly, all were mixed up like a mess.

  Just about to say something with a big mouth.

  Suddenly there was a loud rumbling sound behind him.

  Turning his head, he saw that it was a person, holding a very thick iron rod and continuously pounding the wall.

  The surface cement has been knocked off, and inside the cement, iron skin is exposed. The iron rod hits it, only scratching out a few white marks.

  Xiao Feng seemed to have found a lifeline and rushed over, asking: "You... who are you?"

  That person didn't respond at first, continuing to hammer away until he was exhausted. Panting heavily, he finally weakly threw down the iron rod and sat on the ground, gasping for air as he said: "I... who am I?"

  He gazed up at the eaves, blinked his eyes, and then suddenly jumped up, pouncing on Xiaofeng, knocking him to the ground, with both hands grasping his collar, shaking him back and forth.

  "Who am I? Who are you?! Tell me tell me, tell me quickly! Damn it!"

  Xiao Feng's occipital bone was originally injured, and with this collision, he felt a sharp pain that made his heart palpitate.

  He hastily pulled out the pistol from his abdomen, and with a great deal of effort, he managed to turn over halfway before finally pulling it out.

  Directly on the opponent's chest.

  That man didn't move after all. He was stunned for a while, then suddenly shouted loudly: "Damn it! Are you going to shoot? Are you going to shoot?"

  Dawn really hooked the board machine, and hooked more than once, but didn't hook it.

  Helpless, he could only use it as a brick and hit his opponent's head.

  The latter was in pain, jumped off from his body, retreated a few steps, and roared: "What are you? Why do you have a gun? What is this place? What did you bring me here for?"

  Xiao Feng swallowed his saliva, trembling as he raised his gun and took aim at his opponent.

  It wasn't until then that he had the mind to observe his opponent.

  That was a fat man, wearing loose jeans on the lower body, with a shiny iron chain on the pocket, buckled to the waist.

  The upper body is wearing a leather jacket, from V-neck T-shirt, and can see that there are still tattoos on the neck.

  The hair on his head was shaved off, leaving only three lines from back to front, paired with that face full of scars, looking extremely ferocious.

  Xiao Feng's whole body trembled, one was because the gun was a bit heavy, and two was painful.

  Suddenly... he glanced at the grip of his pistol and couldn't help but wipe the back of his head again.

  He hadn't noticed before, but actually there was a bit of bloodstain near the gun butt.

  It won't be... it's just mine?

  Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Xiaofeng said: "Don't move! Calm down, this gun...this gun isn't mine, it's the person lying in the middle, I suspect...I suspect I was caught by him!" ...When the face-changing artist used one hand to make various shapes in front of his own face, the other hand pulled on the rope at his waist, activating the mechanism in his headgear.

  ……

  There are some things that can't be understood just by looking at them.

  ……

  When a new tenant moves into a rental house and hears the murmurs of a man and woman next door at night, he sticks his head against the wall.

  Just listen to their conversation.

  "Let's play a game"

  "What game is this?"

  "Have you seen this pointed head?"

  "Ah, I see."

  "I can make its front end turn red in a bit~"

  "Huh? That's really amazing, how did you do it?"

  "It's like this..."

  After a moment of silence...

  *pffft*

  Slight sound all text.

  New resident's head is tightly stuck on the wall...

  Suddenly, a drill appeared!

  Shot out from in front of his eyes, drilled twice, and then retracted again.

  The new tenant's heart skipped a beat, and he numbly moved his head away, only to see that there were already over a dozen small holes drilled into the wall.

  Then, the sound from next door came again.

  "Huh? What's going on? It's really strange, why didn't it turn red?"

  "Your trick doesn't work, huh?"

  "No way, I've succeeded several times already...... Forget it, next time then"

  ……

  We also need to understand that some things can't be understood by just 'listening'.

  ……

  Two people are running in the front, the person in front is wearing a leather jacket and jeans, while the one behind is a police officer in uniform, desperately chasing after him, shouting "Halt!"

  It's obvious that it's a police catching thief scene.

  But in fact, the one running ahead was an undercover cop, and the one chasing behind was a traffic police officer. In front of them, not far away, a fugitive was fleeing quickly.

  ……

  We must understand that some things can't be guessed.

  ……

  The world is small.

  Everyone lives in a place, maybe a city or several cities, but when it comes down to it, they can't leave behind 'work, eating, living, shopping', small circles that fix people on a few streets, only occasionally going out for some fresh air.

  The world is very big.

  Even if one uses his legs all his life, he cannot walk through the whole world.

  What is seen, what is heard and what is guessed are not necessarily true.

  ……

  "Huh... what? Where is this place? What time is it now? Who am I?"

  Dew rose from the icy wet ground.

  He suddenly furrowed his brow and reached back to rub the back of his head.

  "It hurts!"

  He couldn't help but let out a low growl.

  When I put down my hand and took a look, I found that it was all blood.

  "How...how did you get hurt?"

  He raised his head and looked around.

  It's quite dark and beautiful here.

  The space is very large, like an abandoned factory, with a very high roof. At the highest point, there are some small windows around, through which white sunlight pours in and spreads across the floor.

  "Hiss! ~"

  Xiao Feng was suddenly frightened and jumped up, hastily retreating two steps back.

  Because right there in the sunlit spot, someone was lying!

  The blood under his body flowed into a piece, like a calm lake surface, reflecting an unusual light in the sunlight.

  The morning breeze was heavy with mist, and after taking a sip of water, I looked around to find that most places were shrouded in darkness, making it hard to see clearly.

  He lifted his feet and moved slowly.

  Walked up to the corpse.

  Because in the hand of the corpse, it was holding a pistol.

  Handgun?

  How can there be handguns?

  Xiao Feng gritted his teeth and covered his head, enduring the throbbing pain, as several blurry scenes churned inside.

  He shook his fist and looked at the gun again.

  Xiao Feng wants to take it over.

  He not only lost his memory but also found himself in a strange place, he wanted a sense of security.

  "Hmm..."

  A faint cry suddenly came from the "corpse" on the ground.

  He cocked it twice, his arm moved slightly, and the gun body made a rubbing sound against the ground.

  Dawn Wind jumped over quickly and grabbed the gun with extremely fast speed, then stuck it to his chest, retreated far away, panting nervously.

  Then the people on the ground did not move again.

  Xiao Feng didn't know whether he should let out a sigh of relief or... feel afraid instead.

  Because he can't tell whether it's a dead person that people fear or a living person that people fear under the current circumstances.

  The only difference is that a live person holding a gun is absolutely the most dangerous.

  Lowered his head and looked at the pistol in his hand.

  Too heavy.

  He turned it over in his hand a couple of times and found that he actually didn't know how to use it, only feeling its heaviness.

  "Hello? Is anyone there?..."

  Suddenly a voice came from behind Xiaofeng, neither far nor near.

  He broke out in a cold sweat, and subconsciously, he hastily put the pistol into his own pocket, then felt it was not proper, so he lifted up his clothes, tied it to his belt, and covered it with his clothes.

  Then he turned his head, narrowed his eyes and searched for the source of the sound in the dim light.

  "Who... who's there?"

  "Is someone really there?!"

  A voice burst out in surprise.

  "That slightly hoarse voice said: 'Brother... brothers, come and save me quickly, I'm stuck, can't get out!'"

  Dawn blinked, closed her eyes, and rubbed them again. When her eyes had adapted to the darkness, she opened them to see a person standing in the middle of a large machine not far away.

  Only half of his body was exposed outside, like Sun Wukong being pressed under Mount Wutai.

  Xiao Feng took two steps closer, carefully observing the person stuck in the machine. He was probably between twenty and thirty years old, a bit on the small side but quite handsome, especially with his fair skin, clearly not someone who had labored under the scorching sun.

  He was wearing a white T-shirt, with a denim jacket over it. Below the waist... couldn't be seen, blood stained on the white T-shirt, had turned black, his face was also pale, forehead full of sweat, as if washed by water, but lips were dry and cracked.

  The most important thing is that his hands were empty.

  Xiao Feng finally plucked up the courage to walk over and asked: "You... what's wrong with you? Why are you stuck in this machine?"

  That man let out a bitter laugh, his lips trembling. Half a beat later, he said: "I... I don't remember anything. I just woke up and found myself stuck on this machine. I... I can't see, I... I can't feel it either. Are my legs... are my legs still there?"

  The machine is very large, and upon closer inspection, it can be seen that the 'cowboy jacket' is actually being rolled up inside.

  This should be a crusher, huge iron wheels, like a meat grinder, interlocking teeth.

  The lower half of the "cowboy jacket" was no longer visible, only a small abdominal area was still a blur of flesh and blood, as if connected to the machine.

  Xiao Feng furrowed his brow and walked along the machine towards the back, taking a look.

  "Cowboy Jacket seemed like someone who couldn't bear the silence, and asked: 'Do...do you still remember anything? Why are we appearing here?'"

  Xiao Feng said: "I don't remember anything either, I just woke up and was here"

  The cowboy jacket let out a wry smile and said: "It's really... too strange..."

  Yes, this thing is indeed a bit too strange and interesting.

  The morning breeze can't reach the top of my head, but I always feel... a bit eerie.

  Walked to the back of the machine, below which there was an exit. It's clear that this is indeed a pulverizer, entering from one end and exiting from the other.

  He shakily stuck his head in and really... saw the cowboy jacket's legs.

  However... it was soft and fluffy, hanging there, on the pant leg, with a drop of fresh blood dripping down.

  Xiao Feng hesitated for a moment, then stretched his hand in with some effort. On that leg, he first poked it lightly, and saw the pant leg swaying back and forth.

  After waiting for a while, there was no sound of cowboy jacket coming over.

  Furrowed his brow, and then stretched out his hand to pinch that leg again, the feeling in his hand was... as if he had pinched a pillow.

  The cowboy jacket didn't make a sound.

  Xiao Feng's heart skipped a beat, and then he crawled out.

  Walked back in front of the cowboy jacket, quietly looking at him, without saying a word.

  The cowboy jacket felt something was wrong and asked: "How... what's wrong? My leg..."

  Xiao Feng's eyebrows twitched twice as he said, "Still in..."

  "Oh... oh, that's good, that's good, I don't feel it now... maybe it's just temporary, temporary... um... can you pull me out?"

  Xiao Feng shook his head and said: "No way, I can't get this machine open."

  "Oh, is that so... then... then..."

  After talking for half a day, Cowboy Jacket couldn't come up with an opinion either, and could only sigh, his eyes reddening as he shed beautiful tears.

  "He gritted his teeth and said: 'Damn it, damn it! I don't even know who I am, I don't even know... what this is all for...'"

  Dawn wind was also unable to give him an answer.

  He himself was also in great pain, his mind was very confused, those should be memories, but none of them could be linked together, none of them could be seen clearly, all were mixed up like a mess.

  Just about to say something with a big mouth.

  Just then, there was a loud rumbling sound behind him.

  Turning his head, he saw that it was a person, holding a very thick iron rod and continuously pounding the wall.

  The surface cement has been knocked off, and inside the cement, iron skin is exposed. The iron rod hits it, but only scratches out a few white marks.

  Xiao Feng seemed to have found a lifeline and rushed over, asking: "You... who are you?"

  That person didn't respond at first, continuing to hammer away until he was exhausted. Panting heavily, he weakly threw down the iron rod and sat on the ground, gasping for air as he said: "I... who am I?"

  He gazed up at the eaves, blinked his eyes, and then suddenly jumped up, pouncing on Xiaofeng, knocking him to the ground, with both hands grasping his collar, shaking him back and forth.

  "Who am I? Who are you?! Tell me, tell me, tell me quickly! Damn it!"

  Xiao Feng's occipital bone was originally injured, and with this collision, he felt a sharp pain that made his heart skip a beat.

  He hastily pulled out the pistol from his abdomen, and with a great deal of effort, he struggled to turn over halfway before finally managing to pull it out properly.

  Directly on the opponent's chest.

  That man didn't move after all. He was stunned for a while, then suddenly shouted loudly: "Damn it! Are you going to shoot? Are you going to shoot?"

  Dawn really hooked the board machine, and hooked more than once, but didn't hook it.

  Helpless, he could only use it as a brick and hit his opponent's head.

  The latter was in pain, jumped off from his body, retreated a few steps, and roared: "What are you? Why do you have a gun? What is this place? What did you bring me here for?"

  Xiao Feng swallowed his saliva, trembling as he raised his gun and took aim at his opponent.

  It wasn't until then that he had the mind to observe his opponent.

  He was a fat man, wearing loose-fitting jeans with a shiny chain hanging from the pocket and attached to his waist.

  The upper body is wearing a leather jacket, from V-neck T-shirt, and can see that there are tattoos on the neck.

  The hair on his head was shaved off, leaving only three lines from back to front, paired with that face full of scars, looking extremely ferocious.

  Xiao Feng's whole body trembled, one was because the gun was a bit heavy, two was because it hurt.

  Suddenly... he glanced at the grip of his pistol and couldn't help but wipe the back of his head again.

  He hadn't noticed before, but actually there was a bit of bloodstain near the gun butt.

  It won't be... it's just mine?

  Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Xiaofeng said: "Don't move! Calm down, this gun...this gun isn't mine, it belongs to the person lying in the middle. I suspect...I suspect that's who brought me here!"