looking for hell

Chapter 237 The Cruel Arranger

If Yun Qianfeng's heart felt as if he had been hit by a hammer when he saw Xiao Shen in the photo, then when he saw clearly the man with Xiao Shen's arms around his neck, it felt like a grenade exploded in his brain .

Because the person with Little Nerve's arms around his neck was himself, Yun Qianfeng.

"Am I also a member of the hunting team? Am I also here to hunt Yun Qianfeng?"

At that moment, Yun Qianfeng had the illusion that he was separated from himself, and almost split his mind.

"The photo is definitely not fake, otherwise there is no need to burn it, and the performance of John and Dimondiville Station also proves that they are indeed very familiar with me, and even have deep feelings for me. It is definitely not fake. I can Feel it, and be sure of it.

No wonder Xiao Nervous doesn't remember anything, and still has a familiar feeling to me. It turns out that she and I were so close!
Did the little nerve come to kill me too?Is she also in Antarctica?No, she shouldn't be here, she lost her memory. "

Inexplicably, Yun Qianfeng breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't dare to imagine himself facing the little nerve.

Whether Xiao Nerve killed him or he went to kill him, he couldn't accept it.

"These people and I are a team, we were very close to each other, no wonder the two men in the Dimondiville station only wanted to kill me, but they didn't have the slightest hatred, and even respected me very much.

Even, they brought my favorite cigarettes and the most familiar green disposable lighter.

Whether they die or I die, they never forget our friendship.

But why?Why are they doing this?
Why can't I remember anything?Could it be that I, like Little Nervous, also lost memory?
No, I'm different from Xiao Nerve, who doesn't remember anything, but I have what I think is a complete memory!

Well, everything now shows that my memory is my illusion, my memory is not complete, someone has dug away part of my memory, and replaced it with other meaningless scenes. "

It is not terrible for a person to lose something. What is terrible is that he knows that he has lost something, but he does not know what he lost.

That feeling of being out of my mind is extremely sad.

Especially when I think of the two people with only skin left in front of me at this time, and Dimond Diville and John, both of whom I used to be close to, the feeling of anger that seems to explode in my heart, but there is nowhere to release it , causing Yun Qianfeng's body to tremble crazily.

Yun Qianfeng didn't know how he walked back to the snowmobile, this part of the road did not appear in his memory at all.

Linda plays seriously and looks like she's going all out.

Stretching out the jade legs in front of the car window for a while, and swinging the crispy lotus root-like arms for a while, I really can't bear the cold.

The small caterpillar swayed on the snow, and Linda could still hear the sound of suffocating her belly because of her exertion.

Yun Qianfeng opened the car door, and the cold wind poured in. Linda hurriedly shrank into the bed, and was about to show off her acting skills, when she saw Yun Qianfeng with a pale complexion.

Linda saw that Yun Qianfeng's eyes, which had always been deep and energetic, were completely dazed at the moment.

So he opened his mouth and swallowed all the bragging words:
"Uncle, what's the matter with you?"

Yun Qianfeng did not speak, but like a puppet, he handed the half of the photo in his hand to Linda.

When she saw Yun Qianfeng's face in the photo, she was also stunned.

She also remembers the two people she met at Dimondeville Station very clearly.

But now, she actually saw a photo of Yun Qianfeng and them.

For a moment, Linda didn't know what to say, but asked subconsciously:
"You know them!"

Yun Qianfeng nodded, but then shook his head again, and said with a wry smile:

"who am I?"

Who am I, where do I come from, and where am I going are philosophical questions.

But obviously, the sentence Yun Qianfeng asked has nothing to do with philosophy, but a very realistic question.

Sending a group of Yun Qianfeng's most familiar comrades to kill Yun Qianfeng who lost or had his memory tampered with, and let them be sacrifices to each other, this is a cruel thing that can only be done by a vicious person.

Linda couldn't answer Yun Qianfeng's question, but Yun Qianfeng's pitiful and helpless appearance inspired her maternal instinct.

She took Yun Qianfeng's head into her arms, patted Yun Qianfeng's back lightly with her hands, and said softly:

"Don't be afraid, don't worry, everything will eventually have an answer, and the memory may be false, but the knowledge of good and evil, right and wrong, is eternal, isn't it?
For your own survival, for your own survival, in this underdeveloped and forbidden zone of life, in my eyes, everything you do is not only right, but also incomparably correct, so correct that there is no flaw.

Their death is not your fault, it is the fault of the person who sent them to kill you.

Uncle, you can't be discouraged now, and you can't blame yourself. Those comrades of yours can't die in vain like this. You have to cheer up to make them worth it. "

The gentleness of a woman is like the spring breeze on the earth, awakening and healing everything in life.

Yun Qianfeng rested his head on Linda's chest, and said softly for a while:

"Thank you Linda, if only you were my mother!"

Linda held Yun Qianfeng's head, slowly raised her face, sighed softly, and cursed in her heart:

"Sin! I wanted to hurt you, but you called my mother! God, strike me with lightning!"

Yun Qianfeng didn't hear Linda's inner monologue, but took a few deep breaths, cheered himself up, and said:

"Those people should all be flying in hot air balloons, and they would travel in groups of two, so there must be hot air balloons nearby, and they would all leave the fuel of the hot air balloons as a lifeline for those who survived.

In other words, that's for me too, they can die and I can die, but the living are going somewhere. "

As he spoke, he pointed to the green plant logo flashing on the electronic screen, and continued:
"That is to go here. Since this is the case, we might as well go straight to the vital point, to see what is waiting for the survivors there, and to see what the plot of this priest is up to. Although I don't remember them, my comrades-in-arms can't Death in vain, the perpetrator must pay the price!"

"You wait in the car and close the door. I'll come back when I find the fuel. The two killers at Dongfang Station were gutted to death by snowmen. We must take precautions."

Linda had heard of the snowman, but she didn't expect that thing to exist, so she shivered with fright.

Because of being killed by that thing, the appearance of death is too horrifying, leaving only a piece of skin.

Yun Qianfeng left.

Linda hastily closed the car door tightly, and even locked it behind her back on purpose, only then did she feel a little relieved.

Yun Qianfeng still used to crawl, lying on the ground, because he had a large contact area with the snow, so he wouldn't sink down, and his hands were strong, allowing him to move quickly on the snow like a skateboard.

Ten minutes later, he found the white hot air balloon.

On the sphere, there are the same rice-shaped cuts, and inside the propeller body, there are also parts without markings and codes.

Yun Qianfeng was not surprised by this result, because even the pistols they used had their serial numbers scratched off and their calibers modified, so they couldn't find the source at all.

Carrying the fuel back to the tracked vehicle, filling up the fuel tank, the two continued to set off, heading straight for the point on the tablet.

That was the direction of the geographic South Pole, the most sinister and icy place on earth.

There is no wind, and it is rare that the polar night in Antarctica is so quiet.

But the strange thing is that the snow field behind the car, where the wheels run over, has snow puffed up, and it moves forward at an extremely fast speed.

It was as if the snow field behind Yun Qianfeng and his snowmobile had turned into a wave of undulating waves.

The snow wave was getting closer and closer to their snowmobile.

It's a pity that the two people in the car didn't know it, and their headlights could only illuminate a little distance ahead
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