Cold, shaking...

The strange feeling pulled Wu Yun out of his deep sleep.

He closed his eyes and twitched his nostrils... In the air, seven unfamiliar smells were mixed together; the noise from the regular shaking of the ground told him that there were six people around him; the breathing and heartbeats of those six people...

…let him know the state of these people…and he had just woken up.

The drowsy brain could not react.

Only the uncomfortable information flowed along the nerves from the terminals to the center of his brain and led to his soul...

His body moved instinctively, and he subconsciously groped around... The cold, hard, metal-like touch stimulated his confused brain and woke him up.

"Yes, you are the most qualified among the people who came this time." A cold voice came.

The unfamiliar voice and the smell that had been lingering in his nose immediately made Wu Yun sit up as he opened his eyes.

The eyes that suddenly opened were stimulated by the light source, and the pupils shrank sharply. In the vast white field, there were only a few blurry black shadows, and for a while, it was not clear.

"Where is this place? Who are you? Why do I appear here?" A voice asked loudly. For some reason, the voice then repeated it in English.

At this time, Wu Yun's narrowed pupils had adjusted their focus and could see clearly ahead.

A young man dressed in standard white-collar clothing stood there. From Wu Yun's perspective, he could see half of his face in profile. He, who was always sensitive to things, could see the young man's nervousness.

This is a closed space. The receding scenery outside the window and the decoration in the space indicate that this is a train carriage. It is obvious that the dozen or so people are from other countries at a glance. This is obviously the reason why the young man recited English once.

Wu Yun frowned... He didn't even notice the existence of these people!

Breathing, heartbeat, pulse, smell... Wu Yun didn't feel anything that a living person should have from them!

But Wu Yun's eyesight could clearly see the subtle rise and fall of these people's chests and the slightly trembling noses... There is only one explanation: these people are isolated from them!

"Think about it carefully, it should have implanted all this in your mind." The voice he heard for the first time appeared again.

Moving his eyes, Wu Yun only saw an ordinary-looking young man, about twenty-four or five years old, with several scars on his face, sneering at the young man he had just seen.

At this time, the young man seemed to have thought of something from the scarred youth's words and remained silent.

"This is the first Resident Evil movie. Rookies, you are really lucky. The first time you come in, you encounter such a relaxing horror movie. Even if you die, you will die very easily."

resident Evil?

Wu Yun had just woken up, but his brain was still a little stuck.

etc!

He reacted...

He has senses again! He is no longer in that dark and silent environment!

Although his current five senses are weakened compared to those before, he has regained vision, hearing, smell, and touch... His state of mind, which was like a pool of stagnant water, had a slight fluctuation, and a sincere feeling moved him.

My heart rises.

He could distinguish seven different smells in his breath, he could clearly see the subtle stains on the clothes of the two young men in front of him, his eardrums received six undetectable pulse sounds, his tongue reflected the taste of the air, and his skin felt the air

The flow of...

Everything is so novel!

'Did that person...that being do it?'

Wu Yun thought of the sound he heard.

But why are his senses weakened?

Perhaps this sense seems extremely sharp to others, but to Wu Yun, it is indeed very weak!

Even if most of his memory is lost, it will not affect his judgment.

Doubts and joy were intertwined in his heart, and mixed with them was a bad premonition.

Before he could think about it carefully, a questioning voice came from the front.

"You mean that our consciousness has entered the computer now, just like a fantasy encounter. As long as we complete the game, the conscious body will return to the body and then live and resurrect again?"

This is a little fat man sitting on the ground next to the young man.

Survival and resurrection?

How does this connect with the previous words?

Wu Yun's attention shifted to the conversation between these people in front of him. In this strange environment, information was undoubtedly important.

The scarred young man took out a large pistol from his arms and started adjusting it.

The shape and detailed outline of the gun made Wu Yun recognize it as a Desert Eagle, one of the most impractical firearms in the Old Calendar era. He never expected that someone would still make such a toy after thousands of years.

'Wait a minute...the Old Calendar Era? Thousands of years? Are firearms toys? No, it should be that the so-called Old Calendar Era's firearms are toys.'

Wu Yun was confused by the words that suddenly popped up in his mind.

At the same time, he had mixed emotions of both agreeing and denying the so-called firearms as toys, which made him even more confused.

The scarred young man said while debugging: "I don't know if it is a conscious body, but you will feel pain, get injured, and die... And you are wrong. When you finish this game, you will move on to the next one."

Among the unknown horror movies, maybe you have seen this horror movie, maybe you haven’t

I have seen that every time the 'Lord God' will bring in new members to replace the new people who died in the last horror movie, the number of people each time is between seven and twenty. In other words, this time the Resident Evil is

It’s a horror movie with very little danger, so there are only seven of us in total.”

Horror movie? Lord God? Resident Evil?

Wu Yun quickly captured the key words.

In this unfamiliar environment, intelligence is collected only through the words of those present.

The connection between these words allowed Wu Yun to retrieve comparison objects from his memory, and also gave him a possibility of his current situation.

Is this entering an infinite space?

Is this a genre of literary creation?

Although it is true that no one has launched the Infinite Project to invade other worlds, was it not abandoned because it was too inefficient? The remaining equipment was also modified and used to train special forces. Where did this infinite space come from?

?

Wild?

If there really is such a thing, how come the Zhoushan Jianmu-Yuktra Hill system covers countless cosmic domains, different worlds, and low-dimensional worlds without discovering it?

…

wrong!

Where did this information come from? Lost memory? Why is such information not remembered? Isn’t it important?
Chapter completed!