"Play me!"
When I realized that the hidden condition could be triggered by just a joke, I completely began to understand how open the game is.
Just like the kind of sandbox games that are gradually rising now, the openness and degree of freedom are a great selling point in themselves, so this kind of thought flashed through me while I was panicking.
It is necessary to survive, but I can't just spend this time of death in a daze!
There must be something else, these damn black snakes are getting closer and closer, and I can even see the feeling of fusion of flesh and blood, of course I am still sober enough to know that it is like adding peripheral equipment to some birds. Electronic metal exists as a selling point itself, I don't think real mechanical life forms can be researched.
"That should never be true."
I struggled to jump away, dodging the attack and at the same time strengthened my beliefs. Since I have experienced it myself, I must understand the dangers of these things, like cold corpses controlled by conditioned reflexes, and I still have some Looking forward to the hidden rewards you get after killing them.
Didi, Didi...
"Damn it, I knew it was going to happen!"
And there was hardly any time for me to be angry, and I saw the truth. The timer on my arm started to increase the upper limit crazily. Most of the first five minutes had passed, but at the moment when there was still one minute left, it actually increased sharply. several times the upper limit.
Fuck, a quarter of an hour is killing me. Although counting the time that has passed, I only need to survive for 10 minutes, but usually it’s just a squat to get a queen, or a quick meal, or waiting for the bus or subway Time has now turned into pride, and it may kill me at any time.
"Wait, there must be something I overlooked, there must be something, it's here, it's here."
I seemed to be emphasizing that I cut those pipes crazily like brainwashing myself, and at the same time, I also had dagger-like wounds on my body.
hiss! It is unbelievable that I actually discovered that these snake sounds are still emitted through the electronic equipment on their bodies, so this can explain why they can still act like normal life after almost losing their biological instincts.
The knife wound is the biggest proof and source of clues. After all, I am not stupid. I know what kind of experience it is to replace the fangs with the dagger itself. Perhaps it should be said that it is an adventure from the perspective of the biological system, but there is no risk in itself. Not convincing at all.
So I know better than anyone what position I am standing in to face all this now. I want to shout loudly, tell everyone the secrets here, and want to hammer through the walls here and go back to the cabin directly. The luxurious first class is still very enjoyable.
I swear that many people will not complain too much, at least during the period before getting off the plane. That kind of enjoyment is definitely worth the money, but for many people, it is countless times the salary.
This is very realistic, like the average salary is not as good as the one-night cost of some high-end private rooms in star-rated hotels, so of course I know that sometimes the money is so f*cking. Goods, how many people suffer for the rest of their lives.
But I still carry this source of pain, because I know that at least I get paid through my own ability, and at least the problems between me and the people around me have been solved.
At the same time, I also understand that no matter how much money I leave this flight, I may have nothing to do with happiness from now on, and what awaits me will be a more painful situation than this mad snake crisis.
What's more, I can't guarantee at all whether the murderous black hand will really let us go.
"Die! If you are equivalent to this kind of pipeline, I will cut off 11 million! Anyone who blocks my life will die! Die!!"
I read the word death too much and even gradually forget its meaning, just like my brother laughed at me countless times. When I was filled with righteous indignation and always condemned those who disregarded life, I was doing the same thing myself. How noble they are.
zzz...
But just like laughing at my stupidity, the sound of electricity that appears around me from time to time represents the attention of the black hand, and the more I can discover his motives and thoughts, the closer I am to his thinking position, it means that I will not only survive but even But the hope of ending him is increasing.
hiss! The cut-off sound around me reappeared in my hearing, and now I realized that I had been in a state of tinnitus for a long time. The hypnotist's exaggerated effect of falling asleep instantly must be the force lurking in the nerves.
I am very familiar with that feeling. The similar image in my mind seems to have undergone countless tests and transformations. Yes, it is transformation. It turns out that the body in my memory gradually does not belong to me completely. Maybe that is the reason. really me.
Peng! When I smashed open the periphery of the wall around me and looked at the blood on the wall, I finally slowed down a bit.
I can't be sure what is outside, whether it is the cabin or the air. If it is directly connected to the high altitude, when I break through the wall, it means that I am dead.
Death, who is not afraid of death, when I angrily wanted to wipe out all life in sight, I used my most primitive and selfish instinct.
"It really isn't right, ha! Or, this is the real way out."
I took a deep breath, and after adjusting evenly, I felt that the rhythm of the whole body became more active. This may be a kind of mystery of Qigong in the legend, and even many foreign high-tech units cannot study it thoroughly.
This is of course a phenomenon that we ourselves cannot fully explain with science. Even though it has been passed down for thousands of years, it is not said to be lost, but it is also close to the point of an infinite minority. The real qigong in the legend is internal or external. People, no matter whether they are masters or liars, don't care about this false name anymore.
That's why the little troll said that I have hope to open that door
It's like light work can change the quality, and it's also a phenomenon that science can't fully explain, so although I'm not sure that I must be that genius and special object, there is one thing I don't doubt, and that is my potential.
Snapped! The sound of a thunderbolt was faster than the shattering of the walls, and now the biggest problem I found was that during the time I was thinking about escaping, the mechanical black snakes bumping into me seemed to be crazy, I mean they finally completely Out of control.
It must be some kind of manipulation by the black hand, but because of this, because after I experienced an escape that was not completely stimulating in the senses, he finally revealed his true thoughts.
He didn't want me to activate the hidden condition, or that the black hand likes to watch us play ourselves to death under the conditions of special rules, and only in special circumstances will we cheat.
In fact, the mysterious person element is like this, not to mention the unconditional victory method, and the possibility of cheating to leave here. In fact, I think only a few people can be lucky to leave, that is, those waste materials that have no effect on absorbing gas.
But even the use value is completely denied, and the chances of such a person surviving are terribly low.
I have seen many people who are lucky and also capable step by step towards the dawn of victory, but in the end they just failed or died.
Without warning, reason.
"There's still time..."
I looked at the timer on my arm, this time it really tested my extreme patience, just like some athletes, for them, they can do many things in a few seconds, such as surpassing their competitors, Go beyond your limits.
One minute, to be precise, I still have ten seconds for myself to make a decision. If I want to survive at this time, I must hug me like a hedgehog and escape. It is a no-way method.
But if I don't want to, I greedily want to get the so-called hidden conditions, then it's exactly what the black hand wants, he just wants to see me helplessly fail after going through struggles, my painful face may be the most delicious to him rewards.
"It's fine to be so blunt that you go crazy, black hand, I know you're watching me struggle, but it doesn't matter, I have to get the victory you said, at worst, dying here is better than going back outside and continuing to reincarnate."
In fact, it really doesn't matter after I figured it out completely. After all, there is despair everywhere, so I still insisted on cutting off those pipes when there were still tens of seconds left.
Because I believe in miracles.
thirty seconds.
fifteen seconds.
ten seconds! !