Chapter 46: Fantasy

The deeper you go, the denser the forest becomes. After five or six hours of walking, the road under your feet has disappeared. It is surrounded by knee-high sword grass, and if you don't pay attention, you will cut a small cut on the skin outside **. The lush branches and leaves of ancient trees on their heads cover the sky. There is a shadow in the forest. The air is a little humid, with the fragrance of soil and weeds, but it also has a smell of rotting animal carcasses.

This is the most famous tropical rainforest in the world. It is a law of the jungle. Every day, a large number of animals die, becoming food in the mouths of other beasts.

At this time, it was already past noon, and those flying mosquito robots conveyed a lot of information. Judging from this information, there are many people scattered in this rainforest, some of whom are poachers and others are animal botanists.

However, there is no message related to the power, and the more than 100 mosquito robots are still intact, and none of them are damaged.

This plunged Meng Fan into a confused and confused situation. In this vast forest of millions of square kilometers, it is as difficult to find several people as looking for a needle in a haystack.

Meng Fan took the crowd and walked to the forest for a while. At about 2:30 p.m., he stopped to rest and eat something by the way.

"Guys." Meng Fan sat on the grass and said to the crowd, "This forest is so big that we can't determine the direction of the enemy at all. What should we do next? Do you have any good suggestions?"

Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.

"Don't think so much. Come on, let's have a barbecue." Mido came out of the forest on one side. Behind her, there was a python with thin thighs. The python's tail pestered a little deer. The little deer was bleeding and was obviously dead.

"This deer is absolutely delicious." Mido said, "I have lived here for more than a month, and the best thing I have eaten is it."

Meng Fan smiled and said, "Okay, let's have a barbecue."

The companions cleaned up an open space, lit a fire, pierced the deer with a long wooden stick, put it on the fire, and roasted the oil.

After 20 minutes, the venison was roasted, and the golden barbecue exuded a strange aroma. Everyone gathered around and took a piece of steamed bread.

At this time, in the center of the Amazon rainforest, a simple wooden house is airtight and dark.

'dongdong'

A uniform knock on the door suddenly came from the door.

"Say it!" Two short words came from the darkness, and the voice seemed to be erratic, giving people a sense of coldness at the bottom of their hearts.

"They have entered the rainforest and are now on the edge of the forest."

"Oh?" In the darkness, a pair of bright eyes suddenly appeared, revealing a frightening and gloomy light in his eyes.

"What about Xin'er? Let her go, remember, don't lose the face of our shadow killer organization!"

"Yes." The person outside the door answered, and his footsteps were in a hurry. Obviously, he left in a hurry.

"It's really interesting." The person in the room said quietly, "You said, didn't you?"

'squeaky'

'cough'

'woo'

All over the room suddenly made all kinds of strange sounds, some like the friction of mechanical gears, some like dying dry coughs, and some like the crying of babies. In the dark, all kinds of voices are intertwined, indescribably strange...

At a quarter past three in the afternoon, Meng Fan and others continued to go on their way.

In fact, there has been no road under his feet for a long time. Qian San went out of the village at an altitude and took the initiative to open the road. In front of him, any obstacles of branches and high grass were cut off by the village in his hand.

"Cun Zheng, Cun Zheng, don't blame me for being cruel. Don't worry. Soon, you will have blood to drink." Qian Sanhai read the words as he walked, which made everyone laugh.

According to the instructions of the compass, Meng Fan and others went all the way into the rainforest. After more than an hour, Qian Sanhai, who was walking in the front, suddenly stopped and stopped.

"What's wrong?" Everyone is puzzled.

"Look, who is that?" Qian Sanhai held a long knife and pointed far away.

Following Qian Sanhai's direction, Meng Fan looked into the distance, but saw a woman in pink standing steadily on a tree several meters away from the ground. The distance was too far away to see her appearance, but judging from her clothes, she should be neither a poacher nor an animal botanist.

And judging from the direction she stood, she was staring at herself.

Meng Fan suddenly became vigilant without any hesitation. Two knives came out of his hand and shot at the woman in pink with a sharp sound of breaking the air.

"Die!"

'Puff, Puff'

The knife penetrated the woman's body in an instant, and the sound of shooting through the skin seemed to be clearly audible.

"Oh, my son is so awesome! Honey, don't you think so? Behind him, a gentle and kind woman's voice suddenly came. Meng Fan suddenly turned around and was stunned.

This scene is really familiar.

The old house in my hometown is haunting, and I don't know how many times it has appeared in my sleep.

A small living room of more than ten square meters, a dining table, a 21-inch color TV, a sofa, the furnishings can't be simpler.

However, this is Meng's dream, a simple and unreachable dream related to a happy childhood.

"Son, what's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable? Tell mom what you want to eat in the evening and I'll make it for you. The kind mother is knitting a sweater on the sofa, and the light green sweater is completely knitted with only the neckline.

"You know how to spoil children." The father put down the newspaper in his hand and turned his head to his mother, "The boy should be bold. Look how accurately he throws his darts."

Darts?

Meng Fan looked back doubtfully and saw a very exquisite dart board hanging on the slightly dilapidated wall a few meters away, with several light blue darts inserted, one of which was inserted in the position of the ten rings.

Is this a dream?

Meng Fan was a little ignorant and tried to recall it. He vaguely remembered that he seemed to be in a vast forest before, and there were many people around him.

Li He, Michelle, Qian Sanhai...

And Qian'er.

These people are very important to themselves. Where have they been?

Meng Fan panicked uncontrollably and his heart beat violently.

"Son, what's wrong with you?" The kind mother put down her sweater, walked to Meng Fan, touched Meng Fan's forehead kindly, and showed a little worried expression.

"No, it's nothing." Meng Fan was a little vigilant and wanted to take away his mother's hand. As soon as he raised his right hand, he was stunned.

Mother, the woman with a kind face in front of her, is indeed her mother. She is in her forties, with some wrinkles on her face and rough hands, which is the result of years of housework.

How long has it been since I met my mother? Meng Fan doesn't know.

five years? Ten years? Or longer.

Maybe I have never been separated from my mother. And the divorce of parents, the suffering in the orphanage, the accidental acquisition of powers, and those companions with various abilities are all ignorant dreams of teenagers.

It's just a dream. When I wake up, there is nothing left.

"Oh, it's nothing. I'm a little distracted. Mom, what shall we eat in the evening? I'm a little hungry." Meng Fan came to his senses and asked with a smile.

" Braised pork, there is braised pork." My mother was a little proud, "Your father's factory has paid subsidies. I specially bought a few catties of good pork belly to make your favorite braised pork."

"Real, mom, you are so kind!"

"Oh, why is this child so numb?" Mother laughed and said, "Have enough fun. Go to read a book. You have to study hard and fight for us."

"Good." Meng Fan happily ran into his small room, closed the door and sat at the study table.

There were fourth-grade Chinese and mathematics on the table. Meng Fan pulled out a book at random and suddenly remembered that today the teacher left his homework to copy the new words 20 times after class.

He hurriedly opened the Chinese book, skillfully turned to 19 pages, and began to copy in a hurry.

It was written, and Meng Fan suddenly felt something was wrong.

The hand holding the pen is obviously the hand of a young man, and the small pencil is extremely disasurate with his big hand.

Leave the room, rush to the bathroom, stand in front of the mirror, and look at yourself in the mirror.

Why do you still do that boring copying homework like a primary school student?

What the hell happened?

Meng Fan recalled what had happened before again and only felt a splitting headache, and the names of those companions gradually faded away in his consciousness.

"Yes!"

Meng Fan's heart moved, his eyes were shining, and he shot out a fine light.