Rebirth: I am Ultraman Tiga

In the illusionary foggy forest created by the giant TV, it seemed like a mysterious space shrouded in dark magic. Every inch of the air seemed to be under a spell, filled with a chilling atmosphere of unknown and danger. The thick fog was as heavy as substance, entwined between the tall and gloomy trees. The trees were like silent beasts, their branches and leaves intertwined and overlapped, as if they were plotting something unspeakable, covering the sky tightly. Only a few faint rays of light struggled to penetrate, but were quickly swallowed by the fog, causing the forest to fall into a nearly eternal darkness and depression.

Lin Feng, this warrior with an upright figure, firm eyes and extraordinary intelligence, has a solemn and resolute look on his face. He knows that his entry into this strange illusion is not accidental, but a major mission related to life and death. Deep in his heart, the instructions and trust before leaving clearly echoed, which were the heavy expectations of countless lives. He knew that if he could not find a way to break through this illusion as soon as possible, then what awaited him would be imprisonment here forever, like falling into an endless dark abyss, and being ruthlessly drowned by the tide of danger and despair.

He took every step very carefully, as if the ground beneath his feet might open its bloody mouth and swallow him at any time. The slight sound of his boots stepping on the fallen leaves and dead branches was infinitely amplified in this terrifyingly silent forest, exploding like thunder in his ears, making his heart tighten involuntarily. His eyes were like torches, and he scanned the surroundings vigilantly, trying to find even the slightest flaw in this hazy chaos.

The mist was like a living ghost, sometimes brushing gently across his cheeks, bringing a piercing chill that instantly covered his skin with goose bumps; sometimes it quickly gathered in front of and behind him, transforming into all kinds of strange shapes, as if silently intimidating and provoking him. Lin Feng tightened his gear, and the cold touch from his fingertips made him calm down a little. He knew that he could not be frightened by the appearance of this illusion, and he had to stay calm and use wisdom and courage to explore the truth and the way out hidden behind the heavy mist.

Sometimes he stopped, closed his eyes, and used his keen senses to capture the subtle fluctuations in the air, trying to sense the energy core or some kind of law of the illusion; sometimes he squatted down and carefully observed the land, flowers and plants under his feet, hoping to find something different from the outside world. Every subtle discovery or suspected clue would make a glimmer of hope in his eyes, but it would be replaced by more confusion and doubts.

During this long and arduous exploration, Lin Feng's thoughts were also running fast. He recalled the various hardships and obstacles he had experienced, and the experience and skills accumulated in those battles became his most precious wealth at this moment. He knew that since the enemy had set up such a complex and sophisticated illusion trap, it would not be easy for him to find the flaw, but he also firmly believed that as long as he did not give up, with his tenacious will and persistent belief in victory, he would be able to tear a hole in this seemingly impeccable illusion fog forest, find the bright road to freedom and victory, complete his important mission, and save the lives waiting for his return.

He groped his way forward cautiously in the misty forest, as if walking on thin ice. The trees around him were like the bodies of ancient beasts, standing tall and gloomy, blocking out the sun. The dense branches and leaves were like huge dark green nets, overlapping and intertwining, covering the sky tightly. Only a few faint rays of light struggled like trapped beasts to penetrate this natural barrier, but they could only become powerless under the obstruction of layers of branches and leaves, making every inch of the forest shrouded in a suffocating darkness, successfully creating a depressing and mysterious atmosphere, as if this was a corner forgotten by the world, hiding countless unknown secrets.

The fog, the most mysterious existence in the forest, wandered freely among the trees like a ghost. Sometimes it was as thin as a veil, making him seem to see a vague hope ahead, but when he walked forward quickly, it suddenly became as thick as ink, ruthlessly swallowing up the ray of dawn he had just caught. This ever-changing fog not only blurred his vision, but also made it difficult for him to distinguish the direction in this maze-like forest, as if he was in a huge, constantly rotating compass, losing all coordinates and references.

With every step he took, Lin Feng could clearly feel a strong sense of uneasiness, as if countless pairs of eyes were watching his every move in the dark. It was a chill that penetrated deep into his bones, rising slowly from the soles of his feet, spreading rapidly along his spine to his entire body, making his back involuntarily cold, and every hair on his body stood up. But he was not someone who would be easily defeated by fear. His eyes were still as firm as a rock, and his deep gaze revealed his unyielding and courageous spirit. That was the perseverance honed through countless life-and-death tests, and the persistence of his beliefs and mission.

His right hand always tightly grasped the weapon, and the cold metal texture was transmitted to his heart through his palm, giving him a sense of steadiness and strength. His fingers were slightly bent, and he squeezed the trigger tightly, ready to deliver a fatal blow at the moment when danger suddenly came. His steps were steady and slow, and every step was like a silent contest with the forest, carefully testing the reality ahead. Although his heart was full of unknown fear, his mind was running at high speed. With years of accumulated combat experience and keen intuition, he tried to find a glimmer of life in this foggy predicament, a glimmer of dawn that could break through the shackles of this illusion. He knew very well that he could not relax or retreat at all, because behind this foggy forest, there might be secrets and crises concerning the fate of the entire world, and he was the only one who could uncover the truth of all this.

Just as Lin Feng was concentrating on finding a way out, the surroundings were so quiet that only his slight breathing and the sound of fallen leaves being crushed under his feet could be heard. Suddenly, a familiar figure seemed to gradually solidify from the void, and slowly walked out of the thick curtain of fog. It was Captain Yang Xue. Her face gradually became clear in this hazy environment. Her delicate features, neat short hair, and firm and bright eyes were no different from usual. She had an upright posture, steady and light steps, and her unique walking posture seemed to have a rhythm. Every step seemed to step on the tip of Lin Feng's heart. Because they were too similar, Lin Feng was dazed for a moment, almost thinking that he had successfully escaped from this strange illusion.

She walked straight to Lin Feng, raised her head slightly, with a genuine concern on her face. The worry in her eyes was like a stream under the warm spring sun, clear and natural, making it hard to doubt that it was fake. She gently raised her hand, holding a neatly folded handkerchief, and handed it forward slightly, saying gently: "Lin Feng, you are sweating profusely, wipe it first." Her voice was particularly clear in this silent forest, her tone was gentle, with a hint of imperceptible heartache, as if Lin Feng in front of her was the one she cherished most and needed to take good care of.

Lin Feng withdrew his gaze from the confusing fog around him and fell on Captain Yang Xue. At first, there was a flash of surprise and relaxation in his eyes. His nerves, which had been in a state of tension for a long time, relaxed a little when he saw the captain. However, it was only a moment of relaxation, and his highly vigilant instinct took over again. His eyes slowly moved down from the captain's face, passing over her shoulders and arms, and finally stopped at the hand where she handed out the handkerchief.

This sight shocked him, like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, causing waves. In his memory, Captain Yang Xue accidentally scratched his right hand with a sharp foreign object when he was on a dangerous mission. Although he was treated, he still left a noticeable scar. But at this moment, the right hand of the so-called "Captain Yang Xue" in front of him had smooth and delicate skin, without any trace of scars? This discovery was like a thunderbolt in the dark night, instantly waking Lin Feng up from his brief trance. His eyes instantly became extremely sharp, flashing with vigilance and alertness like cold stars. At the same time, his body tensed up, like a cheetah about to pounce on its prey, with all the muscles in his body filled with strength, and every cell in his body was in a state of high alert.

Lin Feng subconsciously reached out to take the handkerchief. His hand paused briefly in the air, as if being pulled by an invisible force, with a hint of hesitation. Just as his fingers were about to touch the soft fabric of the handkerchief, his eyes seemed to be attracted by a mysterious attraction, and he inadvertently swept across Captain Yang Xue's right hand as fast as lightning.

In an instant, his heart seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand, and it shook violently. Deep in his memory, it was a thrilling mission scene, Captain Yang Xue fearlessly charged forward and fought a desperate battle with the enemy. In the fierce confrontation, a sharp metal fragment, like a deadly hidden weapon, ruthlessly scratched her right hand. At that time, blood gushed out, staining her sleeves red. Although the subsequent wound was properly treated, it left a clear scar forever, which was a testimony to her bravery and fearlessness, and a well-known mark in the team.

However, at this moment, the right hand that should have a scar was intact and smooth. The scar that symbolized the captain's heroic past was strangely missing. This discovery was like a huge alarm bell in his heart, and every sound made his soul tremble. His eyes were like a ignited flame, and the sharp and vigilant light shot like a sharp arrow at the "Captain Yang Xue" in front of him. There was no longer the trust and relaxation in his eyes a moment ago. Instead, there was deep doubt and high vigilance, as if to penetrate the disguise of the person in front of him and get to the truth deep in his heart.

At the same time, his body was involuntarily like a fully drawn bowstring, tense to the extreme. Every muscle was like a hard rock, containing the power to explode at any time; every nerve was like a taut steel wire, keenly sensing the slightest movement around. His feet were slightly apart, standing in a fighting posture, with a steady and firm center of gravity, ready to deal with possible sudden dangers at any time. His breathing became shallow and rapid, like a cheetah lurking in the grass waiting for prey. Although he seemed calm on the surface, his heart was already surging. All his senses were adjusted to the highest sensitivity, ready to respond to any abnormal situation at the first time. A battle without gunpowder seemed to be about to quietly begin in this foggy forest. Shooting at "Captain Yang Xue" in front of him like a sharp arrow. There was no longer the trust and relaxation in his eyes a moment ago, but deep doubts and high vigilance, as if to penetrate the disguise of the person in front of him and get to the truth deep in his heart.

Lin Feng's reaction was as fast as lightning. At that moment, his brain seemed to be dominated by instinctive alertness. Almost at the same time as his eyes locked on Captain Yang Xue's scar-free right hand, his body had already made an instinctive resistance. The hand that had originally reached out for the handkerchief quickly retracted as if it had touched a blazing flame. The action was crisp and neat, without the slightest drag.

Then, his right hand reached for the pistol at his waist at lightning speed. As soon as his fingers touched the handle of the gun, he grasped it skillfully and swiftly, and then suddenly lifted it up. The whole process was done in one go, so fast that it was dazzling. In a very short time, the black muzzle of the gun had pointed at the person in front of him who looked like Captain Yang Xue without hesitation.

At this moment, Lin Feng's eyes were as cold as ice knives in the cold winter, staring at the other person intently. His face was slightly tense due to high tension and vigilance, the lines of his jaw were firm and cold, and every pore seemed to exude an unquestionable majesty and courage. He slightly hunched his body, like a cheetah ready to pounce at any time, with all his strength concentrated on his arm holding the gun. As long as there was a slight movement, the trigger would be pulled in an instant.

His voice was deep and firm, like thunder from deep in his chest, and every word carried a heavy weight, echoing in the silent misty forest: "You are not Captain Yang Xue. Captain Yang Xue has a scar on her right hand, but you don't. Who are you?" There was no fear or hesitation in his tone, only a persistent search for the truth and a fearless confrontation with danger. This voice seemed to have the power to penetrate the mist, trying to tear off the disguise of the person in front of him and get to his true identity hidden deep inside.

Deep in his heart, although he was shocked by the similar appearance and behavior of the person in front of him and Captain Yang Xue, his keen intuition, tempered by years of life and death, told him that there must be a huge conspiracy hidden in it. He knew that in this fantasy fog forest full of unknowns and dangers, any negligence could lead to fatal consequences. Therefore, he must take the initiative and force the truth out in the most direct and powerful way, even if the other party looks like a teammate he trusts very much, he cannot be soft-hearted or hesitant at this moment.

When the fake Captain Yang Xue saw that her carefully crafted disguise was easily seen through by Lin Feng's sharp gaze and decisive actions, the expression on her face instantly changed as if in Sichuan Opera, a jaw-dropping change.

The originally gentle and concerned face, as if cursed by a demon, twisted at an extremely strange speed. The skin seemed to be pulled by an invisible big hand, and the originally smooth forehead was covered with wrinkles. The eyebrows were raised upwards, forming a hideous arc. The eyes were wide open, and the whites of the eyes were full of bloodshot, as if they were about to bulge out of the eye sockets. The originally straight nose also looked crooked due to the distortion of the face, and the lips were grinned in an unnatural way, with the corners of the mouth slightly raised, revealing a creepy smile. There was no kindness or warmth in that smile, only endless malice and ridicule, as if it was mocking Lin Feng's "meddling", and as if it was showing off the exquisite scam he had set up.

Then, a voice came out of her deformed mouth. The voice was like a sharp blade cutting through glass, sharp and piercing, causing Lin Feng's ears to sting. What was even more unexpected was that the voice was actually Huang Hongsheng's. The familiar tone, with Huang Hongsheng's usual sinister and cunning, every syllable seemed to hit Lin Feng's heart hard.

"Damn it, you found out." Huang Hongsheng's voice was full of reluctance and anger, as if the good show he had carefully planned was ruthlessly disrupted by Lin Feng, an uninvited guest. The moment this voice sounded, the surrounding air seemed to become colder and heavier, and the fog seemed to be driven by some evil force and began to roll and surge violently, as if responding to Huang Hongsheng's anger.

Lin Feng was filled with doubts and anger. He had never expected that such a strange situation would occur in this illusion. Why did Huang Hongsheng, the enemy who had been hiding in the dark, appear here in the guise of Captain Yang Xue? What conspiracy did he have? But at this moment, he had no time to think about these questions. He had to deal with the crisis in front of him first.

"Huang Hongsheng, no matter what your purpose is, don't think of escaping today!" Lin Feng roared and pulled the trigger decisively. However, to his shock, the bullets had no effect after being fired. They seemed to pass through an invisible barrier and disappeared into the air without causing any harm to the fake Captain Yang Xue.

Seeing that Lin Feng's attack was ineffective, the fake Captain Yang Xue burst into a triumphant laugh: "You can't escape. This illusion was carefully created by me. Do you think you can destroy it easily?" After saying that, her body began to gradually change, turning into a thick black mist, twisting and circling in the air, and finally disappeared completely, leaving Lin Feng standing alone in the misty forest, his heart full of shock and uneasiness.

Lin Feng knew that he was in an extremely dangerous and complicated predicament. Huang Hongsheng's appearance and the strange abilities he displayed made Lin Feng realize that this illusion was no ordinary trap. He began to calm down and think carefully about his current situation. He recalled the various clues before entering the illusion, trying to find the key to a breakthrough.