Yang Song thought that four or five helicopter escorts were enough to respect him, but he still underestimated his influence on the country. The helicopter he took was only responsible for transporting him to a military camp near the urban area, and the speed was only twenty minutes.
Then he hurriedly followed Lao Zheng and his party onto a small passenger plane.
After careful calculation, except for the time when Yang Song went to bed early and woke up from peeing around ten o'clock, he spent the rest of the time fighting with people and running away. He had never experienced this kind of nervous state before. It was really worse than in
A roller coaster ride at an amusement park is even more exciting.
It was precisely because it was too exciting that Yang Song could maintain his energy and prevent him from falling asleep. But when he sat completely on the comfortable passenger plane and listened to the melodious music, he finally began to lose control of his excitement.
Deeply sleepy, I rested my head on the window glass and watched the clouds drift by.
The plane seemed to be divided into two compartments. Yang Song was at the tail, while Lao Zheng was discussing something with two soldiers at the nose. He had no time to talk to Yang Song, but he still paid attention to Yang Song's feelings.
It seemed that in order to prevent Yang Song from feeling left out, he would call his secretary Xiaorou over every now and then to ask if he needed anything.
This is the third time Xiaorou has come here. She glanced at Yang Song and asked with a smile: "Do you need any drinks?"
This time Yang Song waved to Xiaorou and said, "Wait a minute, can you bring me a cup of coffee?"
Xiaorou was stunned for a moment, and then immediately said: "Okay, okay, wait a moment."
When Xiaorou came over with coffee, she realized that Yang Song seemed to be lying on the table. She smiled and knocked on the table tentatively. Seeing that Yang Song and Ben didn't react, she knew that Yang Song was real.
As soon as I fell asleep, I suddenly panicked.
Just now, Mr. Zheng solemnly told her in the next room that he must keep an eye on Yang Song and never let him fall asleep. He repeatedly warned Yang Song of the possible consequences if he fell asleep. He also told her that Yang Song is now
He is in a very tired state. If you find him falling asleep, you must wake him up as soon as possible.
When Yang Song and Lao Zheng were chatting in the solitary room before, Yang Song told Lao Zheng some of his guesses, and also told Lao Zheng that maybe what he encountered while dreaming would also happen in reality.
How terrible is this for other people? If in reality, Lao Zheng might be able to send countless soldiers to protect Yang Song, but in the dream, could Lao Zheng still be able to send soldiers to protect Yang Song?
At the moment, Lao Zheng didn't know how to solve this problem at all. He could only send Yang Song to his destination first, so it became necessary to prevent Yang Song from falling asleep. This is why Xiaorou came to ask Yang Song again and again before.
Asking why Yang Song needed anything was just a formality, the real purpose was to prevent Yang Song from falling asleep.
Now that Yang Song was indeed asleep, Xiaorou immediately banged the table violently, but Yang Song felt as if he was dead and had no reaction to the outside world, no matter how hard she banged the table.
"Mr. Zheng! Mr. Zheng! He's asleep!" Xiaorou looked helplessly at Yang Song, who was leaning on the chair, and quickly ran to the next room to talk to the people who were discussing.
"What's going on? Didn't I tell you to keep an eye on him? Wake him up!" Mr. Zheng frowned. Isn't it just a matter of shouting when he fell asleep? Why be so panicked?
Xiaorou quickly explained: "I don't know, no matter how I shout, he can't wake up!"
"Go and have a look!" Lao Zheng was startled. Is there such a strange thing as being unable to wake up? But when I thought of the previous incidents, I suddenly felt that being unable to wake up was not a problem at all.
Everyone surrounded Yang Song, and two sturdy soldiers immediately banged the table violently and shouted at the same time. However, Yang Song seemed to be completely isolated in another world and did not react at all. He even raised a smile at the corner of his mouth.
Suddenly, I felt helpless. Yang Song was not an ordinary person. Others could push him awake, but Yang Song and the others really didn't dare to have physical contact. They just knocked on the table and shouted a few words.
"What should I do? I can't shout!" A soldier said to Lao Zheng. It was more urgent to wake up Yang Song than to fight. It only took a minute or two for them to break out in a cold sweat.
"Keep shouting! Shout until you wake up! That's right! Let the plane fly faster! What are you doing so slowly!" Old Zheng clenched his fists. They were still negligent, but who would have thought that Yang Song would actually fall asleep after this so-called sleep?
Without waking up, Lao Zheng didn't think about this at all, but it was too late now, so he could only send Yang Song to his destination first.
"Pilot! Speed up immediately!" A soldier knew the conversation between Lao Zheng and Yang Song and took out his walkie-talkie and shouted.
"Oh my God! Don't let anything happen!" Seeing these people trying desperately to wake up Yang Song one by one, even shouting until their faces became ferocious, Xiaorou collapsed on the ground with a look of horror on her face. She was very scared.
I was very afraid that Yang Song would encounter some danger in his dream, and then in the blink of an eye, people all over the world became disabled. How terrible would that be?
"Ah!" Yang Song suddenly woke up from the bed. He was covered in sweat and looked around in fear. Are you awake now? The dream just now was so terrifying. Yang Song swore that he had never encountered such a real thing.
The dream, everything in it seemed to be real. If you think about it carefully, it was just a nightmare, but luckily I woke up.
Looking around, it seemed that everyone in the dormitory got up and went to class. The hour hand of the bedside alarm clock pointed at half past ten, which meant that I seemed to have missed a large class.
Rubbing his eyes, Yang Song climbed out of bed and went to wash up as usual, only to see that the sky and earth outside the balcony were completely shrouded in clouds and mist.
"It's such a heavy fog today." Yang Song thought in amazement as he brushed his teeth. He had never seen this heavy fog that almost covered the entire world since he was born. It was simply white from more than ten meters away.
Maybe it was due to the haze. Yang Song hurriedly walked out of the dormitory. When he went out, he found that the corridor between the dormitories was also covered with thick fog. This was abnormal, but Yang Song had to immediately get out of the thick fog.
Go out. If he doesn't go, he will be late and skip class. The consequences of skipping class will be despised and abandoned by everyone.
I hurriedly went downstairs. In front of me, a man stood between the stairs with his back to Yang Song. He was carrying a schoolbag and did not move for a long time. His feet were hanging in the air, trying to fall down, but he never did.
Yang Song stopped between the buildings. He wanted to step over, but the man stopped him with his hand and said in an unpleasant broken gong-like voice: "I'm hesitant about whether to go in or not."
"What?" Yang Song was stunned for a while. Instead of just going downstairs, where are you going to go?
When the man saw Yang Song's confused look, he was stunned for a while and said, "Where are you going?"
"I have to go to the classroom." Yang Song stared.
"Then you should go from there." The man pointed to the toilet not far away, but the toilet was shrouded in clouds and mist, and the only thing that could be seen was the toilet door.
"Is that the toilet there?" Yang Song shook his head. He had already missed a large period of class. If he missed the next class, he would definitely get a demerit. He stepped down, even though the place where he stepped was completely covered by clouds and mist, so that
I can't see the stairs clearly, but there's no way I'll miss the step.
But Yang Song really thought wrong. He stepped on the air and fell from an altitude of nearly hundreds of meters. The world in front of him seemed to be a huge ball shrouded in fog, and the ball was really
A ball, and a very, very big ball, with a smooth and clear surface. Even if Yang Song kept getting closer to the ball, he couldn't seem to see any rough spots on the ball.
"What the hell is going on!" Yang Song shook his hands and feet in fear, but this could only make him change his position in the air, and he was still falling rapidly downwards.
"I didn't expect you to be like me." The man's voice appeared in Yang Song's ears again.
Yang Song screamed: "What's the same? What happened?"
"Don't you know? Why did you go downstairs if you didn't want to commit suicide?" The man laughed wildly, seemingly very happy that he had a companion to die with him.
"Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up!" The man's eyes showed extremely fanatical emotions. Yang Song felt a chill running down his spine. He was a madman!
The ball in front of him is getting closer and closer, but it is not a ball with no bumps at all as Yang Song thought. There are countless small pits and hills at Yang Song's feet. When Yang Song gets closer to the circle,
When he was playing ball, everything he saw made his hair stand on end. Those small pits were not big, and most of them had a bloody corpse scattered in the small pits. Those hills were formed by the accumulation of various broken corpses.
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"I don't want to die!" Yang Song was desperate. He never imagined that all this happened so suddenly. Did he die just like that?
"Peng!" Two puffs of smoke appeared on the ground, and the muffled sound shook the nearby mountains of corpses, which trembled and scattered one after another.
"Oh my God!" Yang Song's curse just came out of his mouth, and the scene switched instantly. In the blink of an eye, he did not fall to the ground and fall to pieces, but appeared in mid-air out of thin air, and then fell to the ground. This
The distance to the ground was less than half a meter, so Yang Song was only dizzy after falling.
After getting up, Yang Song realized that he was actually standing on the huge ball. There were mountains of corpses and holes one after another nearby. The originally smooth ball was now unrecognizable and had no smooth and delicate feeling at all.
The corpses in the pit were all mangled with blood and flesh, while the corpses on the mountain of corpses were old, the blood clots on them had turned black, and they gave off an extremely suffocating odor.
After walking among the piles of corpses for a while, Yang Song saw a stooped red-haired old man not far away, who was dragging two small trailers forward.
Yang Song now has a lot of questions that need to be answered, such as why this kind of fog occurs, such as why the world becomes so strange when he wakes up. When he walked behind the red-haired old man and was about to reach out and pat the red-haired old man, Yang Song stopped.
He took action because he saw a familiar face on the trailer being towed by the old man.
The man who fell hundreds of meters from the sky with him, with a sound as unpleasant as a broken gong, had already fallen so hard that his whole body exploded, like a spicy chicken drumstick, divided into three layers, with the upper layer maintaining a curvature.
If the middle layer explodes and the bottom layer is flattened, it's considered good if it doesn't break apart.
Even after he died, this man still had the enthusiasm in his eyes that chilled Yang Song to his bones. He didn't know why he was so passionate about death. He looked at the corpse on the other trailer. The corpse was wearing a suit. He was much more miserable than the previous man.
, he has exploded, and even his head has become a puddle of mud, and his expression is completely invisible.
"A good start, a good start. The first batch of people to die every day is still very interesting." The red-haired old man hummed.
Yang Song leaned over and said with a smile: "Old man, may I ask where this is?"
The red-haired old man lazily looked back at Yang Song and said impatiently: "You don't know where this is? Then come...ah! Aren't you dead?" The red-haired old man's eyes could not be concealed.
He was frightened, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in his life. Because he was so frightened, the veins in the corners of his eyes burst out.
Yang Song trembled for no reason. The dizziness caused by the shock caused his eyes to lose focus. The red-haired old men in front of him turned into four, six, eight, and more and more, but his heart was filled with confusion.
He became more and more frightened, and a sudden feeling made him realize a terrible fact.
"Dead? Didn't I just fall from a high altitude? Why didn't I die? He said I was dead again? But am I dead or not? Is all this real or illusory?" Yang Song's chin
Shivering, none of this is normal. He has just woken up. Before he woke up, he was flying on a plane in his dream. But if everything before that was also a dream, then which one is real?