By the campfire, the witch bars chewed the rabbit's legs and had no conscience to cook with.
After eating the rabbit's legs, he packed the pieces diligently and went back to the pier to sit down.
The campfire was still stacked with materials left behind by the boss, and after dinner, no one was seen.
Night falls and the slightly cooler moisture in the coniferous forest is dispersed by warm flames.
Witch Jane thought that even if she went out to call the police, she would have to wait another day. She couldn't help but start sleeping a little bit.
However, he still remembers his dick duties.
Even if his eyes were blurred, Witch Jane carefully flipped out the rope, which was left behind by the boss at one end and tied to her wrist at the other.
The next second, Witch Jane falls asleep against the pier - it's harder to survive, it's all in her dreams!
A few hours later, Witch Jane was woken by a faint engine sound.
The night was dark as ink, at the foot of the hill, over the banks of the river, eliminating two players, and there was a hidden mechanical murmur like a propeller.
Witch Jane glanced at it for a few seconds, and the next moment she fell asleep.
He quickly pulled the rope tied to his wrist and hid the big man's stuff. Yet the other end of the rope is empty.
Witch Jane was stuck and looked back stiff--
Nearly extinguished under the campfire, the old man, who had not known when to return, was leaning coldly against the trees, looking down the hill to the banks of the river. His right arm is suspended on the empty side, with a visibly old scar in the firm muscle curve, and his right palm freely plays with the hand/gun that had previously resisted the witch's head.
“Come here." The man didn't answer his head, he said.
The witch Jane at the bottom of the food chain is a spiritual and quickly stands by the big man.
The old man was a lot taller than Jane, and when she looked down, Jane didn't know exactly what she was looking at.
However, the intuition of the little animal was always sharp, and the witch Jane could almost detect it, and the old man seemed satisfied.
“Have you ever studied guns?” Man asks.
Witch Jane shook her head sincerely.
The man pulled a strange weapon from behind him and threw it at the witch Jane.
Witch Jane panicked and caught the gift for her little brother. I didn't expect this to be heavy. He took an uncontrolled step backwards - back up again with excellent dance skills.
This is a long handle gun/gun with a dark grey barrel that looks like a slippery shoe/bullet/gun in a military magazine, but has a tiny inner diameter to the point. Witch Jane deeply suspects that no bullet can pass through the narrow chamber. On one side of the handle, engraved with the words "A12 beam flow”.
If Jane doesn't understand, she asks, "Brother! What is this!”
The man explains: "Monkeys hold things that kill people. ”
“...” Witch Jane finally realized that her position in the boss's eyes might be even lower, but thinking about it, it's good to be shot by the boss!
Take 10,000 steps back, specialize in the arts, own job is male group idol, and the employment direction of the big man is obviously different.
Witch Jane grabbed the gun and was happy. Thank you. If you want to go to a concert in the future, make sure to leave some more tickets for the boss in return for his help!
He looked in the direction of the big man again. By the riverbank, the helicopter seemed to be fishing for something on the water, at a time when it had finally come to fruition, two tall metal balls of one person were wet and carried out.
The next second, Witch Jane stuck growing up with her mouth--
The metal balls were cut from the inside out, and the two players previously killed by the boss jumped out angrily like scammers, complaining hard about the law enforcement machine: “The man must have hung up! No sign of anyone, .22 caliber bullets, 200m range, how could they hit us?! ”
Machine ball frozen reply: “Report invalid, appeal dismissed. 300010 eliminated, 299967 eliminated. ”
The contestants still argued, “No way. I've been to this map a dozen times. Normally there's no such thing as killing...”
The machine ball was annoying. I didn't know what instructions had been given. The two eliminators were thrown back into the silver compartment. The helicopter carried them and swayed away.
“Finished?” Men have long since shifted their gaze and turned to witch Jane.
It seemed to him that the look on Witch Jane's face was more impressive than the farce on the riverbank.
Witch Jane: “Him, him... they're not dead?! ”
The man raised his eyebrows and laughed: “What do you think? This is a reality show, not a crime scene. ”
Witch Jane was stunned.
The cold limbs finally warmed up when the mind blew away.
“Let's go." The old man stopped talking and told Witch Jane to keep up.
Cold enough to poke his head carefully behind him: "Brother... then I'm not going to die, am I? ”
A man walks a beat.
It's so barren - I couldn't figure it out, I picked up this rabbit essence.
Her eyes fluttered beneath her little soft hair. The oil on her mouth had not been wiped dry, and she was fed once to make her beauty bubble.
The index finger of the right hand snapped up slightly on the handle of the gun, and the man made a careless “hmm” sound.
Witch Jane finally relieved herself and instantly regained her vitality. Her beauty kept up with her: "Brother! Would you like to get some sleep and get some more strength? ”
“No need." Big man says: "Finish the game before dawn. ”
”'Not before this afternoon,' said Witch Jane.
Then he put it together again and smiled. “Brother, what are you doing out? Shall we leave a contact information? My name is Witch Jane! Don't know your big brother's name - Tattoo? ”
“Go home and feed the cat.” The man whispered, seeing the witch Jane was still waiting, barely speaking of charity: “I called the guard. ”
When they came out of the jungle, Witch Jane thought it was only 1 or 2 in the morning.
The guard was obviously familiar with the place, holding a .22 caliber hunt/gun that allowed the two players to "die without meditation”, while leading the witches across the mountain like walking in their own backyard.
Witch Jane noticed that he was holding the gun with his left hand, while he was sleeping with his right hand.
The sleeves that had been rolled up in the bodyguard were flattened down and walked without talking. The eyes were dark and even the pupils were sucking off. In the dark, his body pen was quite strong, like a fierce beast in a human shell.
The route follows the river down, with hills in view crossing the grasslands, and fading coniferous forests being replaced by lush broad-leaved trees.
It's like two completely different landscapes, suddenly connected by God's hand.
When Jane thought she would never speak out in defense, the boss suddenly said something.
“Every map in the fugitive show has an established resource line.” The defensive language is not fast enough to leave room for Witch Jane to digest: "Weapons, armor, food, and everything you can think of. Participants who jump from Cape Rich must accumulate equipment against each other in a short period of time. Jumping outside the resource line is playing wild. ”
Witch Jane nodded and listened to the old man's advice.
“6 hours, remember this time.” In the stunned gaze of Witch Jane, the guard threw the hunt/gun back into the material bag: "This map sets the maximum lead time. That is, all players must participate in a battle once in six hours. ”
Witch Jane raises her hand and asks: "If two players form a team beforehand and fight each other fake boxes, can we drill the rule loophole? ”
"Participation in the battle must end with the elimination of at least one player. As for the team,” he laughed: "We can't get rid of the enemy in six hours, and there's a lot of people on the team. ”
Witch Jane.
In the last six hours, he was “battled” by two former players on the riverbank who were eliminated when the last pair were defended. You can safely pass the "maximum preparation time" determined by the rules by picking up your own leaks.
And for the next six hours--
Witch Jane tripped and looked at the guard.
The enemy cannot be eliminated within six hours, and many of our teammates are...
Weisheng glanced at him lightly, not as if he was looking at the food reserves, but as if he was thinking about something.
Witch Jane has no idea what she meant when she defended herself.
Give him a weapon, explain the rules.
Even if Witch Jane were naive, she wouldn't think the Big Brother was... treating him this way.
Of all the people he has met, Guardian is undoubtedly the calmer.
“271.” In the dark, the guard suddenly reported a number.
”“ What? ”cried Witch Jane.
“Direction 271.” The guard suddenly approached, and the aggressive aura of men made Witch Jane feel numb on her back. However, the movement of the guard was too fast, and the protective clothes were rubbed for a moment, and the hard arm muscles seemed like a piece of stubborn iron.
The guard forcibly twisted the rabbit sperm in one direction, clamping his elbow with the left hand of the cocoon. The witch Jane found out that she didn't know how to do it, but she put up a gun without control!
Witch Jane: “!!!!! ”
Weshu asked softly, "See? ”
Witch Jane forced: “What...”
The guardian snapped: “Little blind man.” Speak and order: "Shoot. ”
Witch Jane was instantly stiff: “Me, I haven't...”
Wei Shi said impatiently behind his ear: "I told you, this gun, monkeys can kill people with it. ”
Man's rough index finger hegemony squeezes into Witch Jane's pulled trigger, suppresses it with absolute force, and presses Witch Jane's finger inwardly to hook-
Bang.
The barrel does not come out with a bullet, but with a beam of heat.
Three hundred meters from the meadow, the battered player was eliminated immediately.
The silver sphere representing the escape pod pops up and rolls in the grass.
On the Witch's right wrist watch, the original silent screen suddenly popped up with fireworks and a small line appeared at the bottom: “300012 player, kill: 1. ”
Stand up: “Go, next. ”
Witch Jane was motionless.
Weishi: “What's so stupid? ”
Witch Jane looked down at her right hand in confusion: "I just...”
Wencheng thought that the little fool was again involved in the question of whether the player would be killed by a single shot, but the witch was suddenly excited, his eyes glaring excitedly: “Did I just hit someone?! ”
"…”
Witch Jane is still immersed in the excitement of killing 1: “Am I aiming? Did I hit someone? ”
Guardian indifference: “This gun is self-directed. ”
Witch Jane was still waiting to talk, and she added another knife to the guard: “I pulled the trigger for you. ”
Witch Jane finally calmed down and suddenly realized: “No wonder monkeys can kill people... I didn't aim, I didn't shoot... then what's my role...”
The guardian thought, "You're the monkey. ”