Two-Dimensional Alien Species: Human Security Agency

Chapter 151 Huangquan II

Of course, Xie Zhifei couldn't have really returned to the Huangquan training camp. It was probably some kind of flashback. Speaking of which, he was even used to this kind of fragmented playback recently. Probably because of too much experience.

But unlike the previous two times, this time he neither re-entered his body nor participated in some kind of illusion. It is the existence of a third party, but he is attached to someone's perspective. This kind of feeling is difficult to describe. If you have to compare it, it is probably similar to the spirit behind you. You can only see, hear, and perceive everything. What the person who relies on sees, hears, and perceives, has no way of interacting with the world.

What made him even more strange was that the Huang Quan exposed in front of him was different from what he had imagined. It's not that it's fake or that there's something wrong here. In fact, everything he knows is there, such as the blood-like yellow spring written on the mouth of the valley with some dye. The so-called different is because there is something more.

Even if there are not many things that he can see, it still does not prevent the protagonist, who understands this point of view, from having a much deeper understanding of the place of 'Huangquan Training Camp' than he does. When he saw every building or road, something similar to a narration would pass directly into his mind, letting him know everything about it. A large part of it is something Xie Zhifei has never even heard of.

For example, a certain path can lead to a pond behind the mountain or something. In the year of Huangquan, Xie Zhifei, who was desperately sucking knowledge and energy like a leech, had no time to understand such memories. For him, Huangquan is a very complicated place, it is both heaven and hell. Here he harvests what he needs at the fastest speed, but at the same time, the process of harvesting these makes him think about it now. moan.

The protagonist of the perspective is different. Huang Quan has no secrets in his eyes, a place that is familiar, easy and fun, like home. Those who can consider the hellish Huangquan as a family, just think of Xie Zhifei and feel the liver tremble.

But before he could think about it, his vision was always blurred, and it swayed twice as if it was broken, and then flashed into the next scene. This situation is also normal. Human memory is basically not linear, but fragmented. Fragments that are remembered through certain events, objects, or even specific sounds and smells, etc.

What really surprised Xie Zhifei was the scene when the scene stopped shaking. In the middle of that picture is himself.

To be precise, it was a fourteen-year-old boy named Xie Zhifei, who had just entered Huangquan a year ago. Following behind the smiling Lord Chen, even in a black suit, there was no way to hide the thin black-haired boy who was as thin as a bone.

It is difficult for people to have a comprehensive understanding of themselves. Even if you look in a mirror, you can only see a plane, so almost everyone's self is more or less different from other people's eyes. So when Xie Zhifei saw himself from the perspective of a third party, he almost didn't recognize him for the first time.

Thin and frail, standing behind Chen Ye with his head lowered, his whole person is like a shadow, which may be blown away by the wind at any time. It's such a novel feeling that being able to mass yourself in the third person isn't something everyone has. And relying on it is also very powerful, as if to cooperate with the general seriously looking at the child.

And it was at this moment that the shadowy child raised his head. Desolate gravel and bloodthirsty air came instantly. It was as if a demon had crawled out of that thin shadow. Those blood-red eyes were filled with hatred for this world, and revenge and destruction seemed to be the only meaning of his existence.

Xie Zhifei tried hard to remember who was looking at him like this at the time, but he couldn't remember anything at all. Everyone present was looking at him the same. And more importantly, at that time, he didn't care about anyone here. Revenge was indeed his only meaning at that time.

Then the picture was in a trance again, turning into the vast five million mountains outside the training camp, in the wild and wanton growth of the jungle. Layer upon layer of canopy blocks out almost every inch of sunlight, so the world beneath the canopy is a dull green even during the day.

The owner of the perspective is squatting on a branch of a big tree, looking back at the people running. Running to the limit, Xie Zhifei can determine the training program they are doing at a glance. The most primitive and crude training method.

Under the condition of weight, it will turn back a total of 20 kilometers in this virgin forest. Although the distance is only half the distance of a marathon, it is far more deadly. No one has different weights, but it can make people feel like they are carrying a mountain in this kind of physical labor.

And more importantly, the location. Until now, Xie Zhifei didn't know where the jungle where Huang Quan was located was, but it seemed to contain all the possible threats of the jungle.

Many people think that the act of running has little to do with where you run, unless you go up and downhill. But in fact, the difficulty of running in the near-extreme environment of deserts and rainforests is several times larger, and there is even a threat of death if you are not careful.

Even though extremely high humidity makes sweat less volatile, high temperatures continue to deprive the body of water. At the same time, the humus that is several centimeters thick on the ground will make every step extremely difficult, like walking in a swamp. Speaking of swamps, there are swamps outside the training camp, but there are a lot of them. The swamps covered by thick fallen leaves are difficult to identify.

Without sunlight, boundless trees and shrubs create claustrophobia and a loss of direction, which further increases the likelihood of a crisis. As for what the crisis is, there are swamps, wild animals, and even some small surprises carefully prepared by the instructors.

What's more, even though there seems to be water everywhere in the rainforest, more than 90% of it contains a lot of bacteria and viruses that cannot be eaten directly. Including the source of water that falls overhead when it rains! How can the canopy of the tree that even the sun block it leak rain.

The hot and humid air makes hydration also known as a must, carrying water. Carrying water and food is allowed, but they will not be counted in the weight load. The weight planned according to the limit of each person's body can completely drain everyone's physical energy after a run, not to mention independent weight bearing. This is almost an unsolved proposition.

And more importantly, although it is in the name of training, all accidents will not be controlled by anyone. Even if you get lost, get attacked by wild animals, get poisoned, or lose your energy in a coma, etc., there will be no instructors to rescue you. The elimination rate of newcomers in such extreme running is even as high as 60%. Elimination is death.

Xie Zhifei has only participated in this kind of training 4 times in a year, and almost every time is a test of life and death. This is a test of comprehensive survival ability. The perspective has been stuck here for a long time, showing how well the person he relies on is at ease. You can also take such a large amount of time to rest during the period.

After all, even though he had rested for so long, there were still panting people running past under the tree, proving that he was still in the lead. Even so, Xie Zhifei still felt that this break was a bit long. Even with the strategy of sprinting, resting, and sprinting, the rest in between should not be so long. Silently counting the number of people who ran past, he knew that even if he was the first in the first place, he should be the last few now.

So... it's like waiting for someone...

As soon as Xie Zhifei had this thought, he felt that his perspective moved, and the person he was waiting for had arrived.

The heavy breathing sounded like a torn bellows, and the thin body became even thinner because of the rickets, and the steps were swaying. The boy with the same red face, Xie Zhifei, couldn't even describe it as running, he was struggling with difficulty.

He was almost unconscious, still moving his hands and feet mechanically, taking one step, the next step, and the next step, as if an evil spirit was holding a thread in the sky and dragging this poor body forward.

The angle of view has been watching the young man move with difficulty, the tree he leaned on slammed, and the person had already left. The boy on the ground didn't even have the strength to raise his head to take a look at what was happening in the direction of the voice from above. After all, for him who was exhausted, how to take the next step was the key.

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Chapter 152 Huangquan 3

There are a lot of flashbacks, the perspective shakes again and again, and the clips that appear in front of Xie Zhifei are all different. And every time the clips are different, the longest one is the extreme run at the beginning, which actually lasts for several hours, and the shortest is only a few seconds of a picture.

Messy, massive fragments, there is no logic in the middle, and even the time line is chaotic, but generally maintains a front and back order, and there are often interleaved parts in the middle. And there is only one connection between these fragments and flashbacks, and that is the core of the picture, which is Xie Zhifei.

To be honest, Xie Zhifei is a bit painful to watch this mode. In fact, not everyone can get used to seeing their own face. After all, most people rarely see their own face except looking in the mirror. Especially the third-person perspective looks more so, and even creates a strong sense of strangeness.

What is even stranger than the strangeness is the change in mentality. People who have the habit of writing diaries will mostly feel this way when they open up their previous diaries. Why did I feel that way at the time? I'm afraid it's not Shi Lezhi?

And this feeling is even more clear before and after the change of mood, such as entering college, when I am a sophomore and junior, I will read the diary of my hard-working senior year. Or after the breakup, look at your thoughts about the love period. This will happen. That's why the statement "I can't even understand myself a year ago, let alone others" appears.

Xie Zhifei's current situation is like this, although he feels that he has not changed much. But in fact, in the more than a year of getting along and experiencing with Shi Yuqing, Yi Nian and even Mr. His mentality has changed quite a bit, so now he turns his head and sees the self who is still immersed in hatred, exuding bone-chilling madness and loneliness, and that strong sense of discomfort arises.

Xie Zhifei, who was bruised and bruised in the dodging practice, Xie Zhifei, who was violent and crazy in the battle practice, meditated for three days in a row for the sake of qi, Xie Zhifei, who couldn't get any water, Xie Zhifei, who had red eyes and bitter back in the middle of the night... As the fragments deepened little by little , Xie Zhifei finally overcame that discomfort, and even had a feeling of reviewing his training camp life.

And at this time, he was actually grateful for his madness at that time. After all, he didn't feel it when he was in a frenzy. Now it seems that the opposite, at that time, he was actually in a situation of extreme load or even overload. And what helped him survive was the madness at the time. Whenever he thought he was about to fall, the thin figure would stand up with his teeth clenched, his Adam's apple undulating, with a heart-piercing roar, and again from his soul Something was squeezed out from the depths to allow myself to continue.

Not only hatred, but the reason for his desperate efforts to cover up with madness and tyranny at that time is not only hatred. The things that Xie Zhifei has been able to admit frankly now, the things that Xie Zhifei disdain and dare not admit at that time, the kind of deep-rooted fear. Fear of death, of weakness, of powerlessness. It was like a wounded little beast, roaring irritably at the world, wanting to show his strength and strength, so as to get a chance to survive.

But what are you living for? Xie Zhifei didn't understand, after overcoming the fear. He was already looking for the answer to his next question. Protect the world? The question Ji Qinger asked him on the way to school that time, he still hadn't come up with the answer, why did he go so far to protect the world?

After the blood of Cato, he also asked Yi Nian and Liu Huan about this question, but the answers of the two were so consistent, they both laughed. Then he patted his shoulder and said that his answer would definitely not be his answer. Of course, I rubbed off Xie Zhifei's body full of finger oil after eating the roasted pig's trotter...

Xie Zhifei looked at the bruised and bruised face in front of him. After a long time of luck, he had already started to feel pain. But still persisting. What do you have to live for? Even if it is so much harder to live than to die?

Of course, it was impossible for the person in front of him to answer his question. In fact, when Xie Zhifei put his face close, the picture in front of him became as colorful and vibrating as a trembling soap bubble, and the light and shadow became as funny and exaggerated as a fun-house mirror.

Xie Zhifei understood that the scene in front of him was about to change again. Sure enough, the next moment, the soap broke apart, as if a layer of light had faded away, revealing another layer behind. The gray house, the pale incandescent light shone through the small window. here is? Xie Zhifei was a little puzzled. Then the voice of the narration sounded in his head again.

The room where the instructors meet. But although he knew it, he was even more sure that he had never been here before. Could it be that in this scene, he did not appear before? The scene was pulled in, and he could even imagine a person approaching the small building without making a sound in the dark night.

With his back against the wall of the small building, a vague voice came from the room. "How is the new one?" a voice asked.

"The new one?" Ruan Nuo's voice was Wen Qing, who was in charge of teaching weird knowledge, but if she was a good talker because of her gentle voice, she would end up worse than anyone else in the end.

"You know which one I'm talking about."

"It's crazy." Tiger is in charge of field survival training. He is proficient in making all traps, knows the habits of all wild animals, and knows more about what plants can kill a person by taking a little sap from it. Xie Zhifei believes that he can really achieve the record of Rambo (the protagonist of Stallone's classic film First Blood series) in the field of killing a division alone. "When his temper is worn out, he can get from here..."

"We don't have time to grind his temper!" was the first voice again.

"Mr. Po Jun...'s requirements still haven't changed?" Xu Shi, Xie Zhifei's arrogance was learned from him, and Xie Zhifei's quick entry really gave him great hope.

"Um."

"People will die." Tiger sighed, "Don't talk about adding more burdens, even if things go on like this, people may die at any time."

"...that's the person that Mr. Po Jun brought..." The first voice was also lower than the beginning.

"We are a training camp, not a slaughterhouse!" Huang Changlin slammed the table. He is in charge of discipline and punishment. He is usually taciturn and rarely speaks.

"Oh, those who were killed by you might believe what you said." Wen Qing's voice was still soft, but the irony in his words was as sharp as a needle.

"It's not as good as your dragon tendons."

"Huang Changlin, what do you mean!"