I stood by the window for a long time, looking out the window at the green, the sun shining on my face, feeling the hot and hot temperature.All this proves that the present situation is not false, but real.

I thought about it, the only possibility of strangeness at this moment is from the spiritual attack on the iron side.

This person is so strong that I can't see if the situation in front of me is true or false.

I went back to the place and waited, feeling the cold in the house, even the goosebumps on the skin were so real.

After the iron face, the next three uncles will come to save me, but I will not panic, then naturally can go out from this false illusion.

I sat for a while, the sun outside gradually turned west, the light was not so abundant, the house was already cold, and it was darker at this time.

I can't help but sigh, everything I see is false, the iron surface invades my brain to create an illusion, this illusion is too realistic, even the light passes by, the shadow of the object is changed, if the computer for real-time calculus, how much calculation.

I am in a bit confused, is what I see and heard now false, or is it true?

After a long time, the sun completely set, surrounded by darkness, and did not see the five fingers.The empty hall was like a long-lost cave, and nothing could be seen, but there was always something hidden in the deep darkness.

I did not dare to move, afraid of tucking away from the unknown in the darkness, I could only sit and sinter for a second.

Why didn’t the three uncles do it?I secretly screamed.

Just then, the stairs suddenly "ogyp" stepped on, and someone was quickly upstairs.My heart beats faster,... how can there be anyone else in the fantasy?

The man finally reached the third floor, did not seem to see me, and ran over in horror.In the darkness, looking at the faint body, it seemed like a child, and when I ran to the front, I saw that it was a little girl.

"Hello."I said.

The little girl was visibly startled, screamed, and fell to the ground and shiver.

She wiped her eyes and finally saw me, “Who are you?”

The accent she spoke did not seem to be Chinese, but she spoke Chinese clearly.I was surprised: “Who are you?”

"My name is Xiao Sui, brother, you are not a bad person, you save my mother and my brother."The little girl cried.

“What happened to them?”I kind of doubt that this is an illusion, because it is too real, every detail is so real, I can clearly feel this little girl standing in front of her.

The girl, who was called Xiao Su, came and took my hand: "Brother, come with me, save my family."

I want to say no, but I can't refuse such a weak little girl's plea.

I followed her down the stairs, came out of the building, I could not bear to question, and ran to the depths of the forest.She was a child growing up in the woods, running and running very smooth, and very familiar with the surrounding mountains, and I had to spend a lot of effort to follow her.

Out of the woods, large areas of farmland appeared outside, green and green in the moonlight, and rivers in the distance.

I am a farmer, the most familiar with the farmland, the farmland in front of me is the way I have never seen, divided neatly, and some places in accordance with the terrain, the formation of terraces, hidden in the distance can still see the small temple.This style of farmland is definitely not a rural area in China, much like the countryside of Southeast Asia.

Xiao Sui pulled me through the dream-like green field and came to the village mouth.Just here, I was shocked, and many thatched huts in the village burned, and some of the arsonists in the flames wearing grass skirts were walking by.

They were fat and thin, dark skin, and their naked bodies were coated with rough paint and horrible patterns.

Most of them carry knives, some people still have dead heads in their hands, long hair in their hands, and their heads are bobbing back and forth at the rhythm of walking.The head expression of these miserable dead people is numb, and their eyes are not like pain, but like sleep.

In the fire, the men took a woman from the house, and they stepped on her, cut their clothes with knives, and let out a trembling laugh.They dragged this struggling woman around the room and did not know what to do.

I have never seen such a scene, a little top-heavy, is this not obvious is the slaughter village?

“What happened here?”I asked.

Xiao Sui cried and said, “They are the headhunters, not to say that there are Vietnamese spies in our village.”Brother, save my family, save the villagers, please."

"But there are so many of them, all with knives, I, how can I save it?"I said tugged at me.

What Xiao Sui said about the Viet League, what kind of headhunters, I have never heard of it, and I have never heard of it.I can be sure now that this is fantasy.Listen to the little girl's meaning, now should be in Vietnam, I absolutely can not be ignorant, suddenly flew from China to Vietnam, there is only one explanation, I am now hypnotized by the iron face, is making a very realistic dream.

He looked at me, "Brother, help me, I have a way."She took me around the burning house and went to the back of the village.

There is an open small auditorium behind the village, in front of the stage, below is a large open space, at this time in the open space full of people, one by one trembling, it should be the villagers of this village.

The men of the headhunters walked around with knives.

On stage, three or four men who are hunting heads are on trial for a villager.The interrogation was very civilized, with a table in the middle, someone holding a pen record, and the villagers who were being tried sat with chairs.

My little brother and I hid behind the facade, watching, they were very loud on the stage, and there were loudspeakers, the purpose of which was to be heard by everyone.I listened carefully, did not understand, probably can feel it, is the language of Southeast Asia.

The process of interrogation was not smooth, and the villagers who were interrogated did not know it, were horrified and almost collapsed in a chair.The men of the headhunters roared loudly around him, constantly fanning his mouth.

An interrogator made a gesture of splintering, and the villagers who were interrogated were pushed to the center of the stage and forced to kneel on the ground.

A head-hunting man took a long wire from the background and wrapped himself around the neck of the villagers several times.Some people helped the villagers in the back not to let him move, and several other head-hunting men began to tuck the wire in the other direction.

The wire immediately tightened the neck of the villagers, and he grasped his neck with his hand, but he could not buckle the wire.

The headhunters laughed very happily, like making a game, trudging hard with the wire, the villagers were extremely painful, the face became purple eggplant, slowly no longer struggling, still maintaining their knees, and the moonlight was like a painful statue.

The headhunters watched a living life die in their hands, excited as drinking wine, and singing and dancing.

A headhunter jumped off the stage and grabbed a villager to go to the stage for public trial, this time a woman wearing a long dress.

He took my hand and said, "It's my mother, it's my mother."

I stared at it closely, the woman knelt on the stage and begged, the headhunters were unmoved, slapped her mouth and forced to ask what.

The little cry was not.

The men on the stage could not ask anything, and they were furious and began to tear up the woman's clothes.The woman cried and begged, it was useless at all, and the clothes were torn and tattered.

A man with a long hunting knife, with a knife blade swam along the woman's cheeks, and slowly slipped to the neck, the woman was too scared to move, crying a mess.

I couldn’t see it, and I grabbed my teeth and yelled at the stage, “Shut up!”

I am not impulsive, but thoughtfully, if this is an illusion, it is like a dream, then I will not die here.Dream, even if you are killed a hundred times, open your eyes or you.

Everyone's eyes in my voice turned around, and a few men of the headhunters came to arrest me.I used the king's eight fists and pulled them over, and those people laughed around me like a joke.

These men are walking in the mountains all the year round, like a wild man, the physical quality is the same as the old ape.Both of them were jokes in their eyes.

Suddenly, I don't know where to fly a hunting knife, "wow" hanging the wind came.

I could not hide, was cutting on my left arm, fortunately, I was able to hide quickly, drew a deep wound, a little late, my arms can be cut down.

Severe pain came from the wound, the blood stained the whole sleeve, my brain was dizzy, this, this is unscientific, this is in the dream, how can I be hurt?

The men surrounded me in the middle of the punch and kicked, and I almost suffocated.

I was confused by being put on stage.The man in charge of the record came cold, others were tall and his eyes were cold, and I read in his eyes different from other headhunters, this person should come from the civilized world.

He should be the head of the whole hunter.He looked at me and asked a word.

I don't understand, and I shake my head blankly.

He nodded to the others, who brought long fine wires and wrapped them around my neck.