Daomu Biji

Chapter 21 The Second Night: It

I felt a little sorry, but I immediately understood that Menyou Ping was right. I am not a strong-willed person. When I am so tired and have not fully recovered, I cannot keep a good night watch. If everyone is not careful, All are in danger. At this time, letting Menyou Ping guard the whole night was actually forced by the situation.

The fat man didn't object and just said: "I think one person is not enough. Brother, you can't guard such a big place by yourself. I will stay with you for half the night. After tonight, we will change places and rest hard tomorrow."

Menyouping thought for a while and said nothing. The fat man said: "That's it."

I was thinking about not sleeping anymore, but then I thought, Menyouping must rest tomorrow. After I rest, I can take on him tomorrow, which makes me feel a little better.

The fat man stretched and said: "That's basically it. Don't think about it anymore. Let's think about what to do tomorrow? Brother, you just said that you have a way to find the entrance. So what's going on? ?”

Menyou Ping looked at him and said: "This method is difficult to succeed, so don't mention it."

The fat man immediately said: "No, please don't. Please tell me first. I don't want to go back like this."

Menyouping was silent for a moment and looked at us: "Let's go find Wen Jin."

Fatty and I were both stunned, and then I smiled bitterly, shaking my head while laughing. Indeed, this method is difficult to succeed. It is already very difficult for us to reach this camp. Moreover, the target here is huge and there is signal smoke to guide the direction. Wen Jin was alone, and he could still run away, looking for someone in such a huge sea of ​​trees. It's like looking for a needle in a haystack.

The fat man was originally full of hope, but at this time he also chickened out and said: "You might as well catch his third uncle, the difficulty is almost the same. Moreover, maybe Wen Jin doesn't know about the entrance, the notebook Xiao Wu found is Didn't it mean that she went back without entering here?"

Meng Youping threw a few firewood into the bonfire and said, "No. She must know."

"Why?"

"My feeling." Menyou Ping said lightly.

The fat man looked at me and shrugged, and then he had no choice. He sighed: "I feel, I feel that this time it must have been in vain." After speaking, he took a sip of water and shook his head with a depressed look.

Several people stopped talking. I leaned there and thought about it, but I felt that Menyou Ping's words were quite well-founded.

Judging from the ins and outs of the matter, the source of everything lies in those video tapes. Jude Kao and I both received the video tapes. Through different ways, we all learned about Wen Jin’s inspection several years ago, which promoted this adventure. .

Therefore, Wen Jin’s purpose in sending the videotape. It should have led us to this damn place.

The purpose of my third uncle's trip was to follow Jude Kao's team, find out what they were tracking, and find out the true purpose of their activities in China over the years. But Jude Kao's team fucking collapsed before entering the Devil's City, and tracking was meaningless. With my third uncle’s character. After he meets the black blind man, he will torture the remaining Jude testees to extract confessions. Ask Jude about the purpose of his trip.

Therefore, the information that Third Uncle may obtain should be limited. In this case, it seems that Wen Jin, who sent the videotape, must be the person who knows the most. There is no reason why Wen Jin would not know the clues that the third uncle could know.

Thinking of those dribbling tapes, I felt a little uncomfortable. What happened to that face that looked exactly like mine? If Wen Jin is really caught, I must ask clearly. But now is not the time to think about that. I said to the fat man: "Anyway, the probability that Wen Jin knows is much greater than that he doesn't know. I think we shouldn't consider these trivial things now that we are desperate. We might as well think about it carefully. How can I catch her?"

The fat man lit up a cigarette, took a puff and said, "It's not difficult, it's impossible. She will run when she sees us. Even if she has a GPS on her, we may not be able to catch her in such a big place. "

I said, "Maybe we can make a trap to lure her over."

"How are you going to seduce? Seduction?" Fatty said angrily, "The three of us are doing a striptease while wandering in the woods? I'm afraid Wen Jin is not good at this."

I sighed, it was indeed troublesome. If she was facing us, then if we shouted or used fire or something as a signal, we would always get a response. The two sides would correct each other's direction and we might run into each other. But the problem is that she would run away when she saw us. Why?

I said depressedly: "Tell me, why did she run away when she saw us at the mouth of the canyon? Wasn't she the one who asked Dolma to send us a message? She appeared there at that time, and she should be waiting for us. Why? Didn't join us? Is she really insane?"

Menyou Ping shook his head slowly and said that we made the judgment that she was insane when we saw that she was covered in mud. Now we know that there is a reason why she was covered in mud. So obviously Wen Jin saw us at that time. The time is extremely calm. Her escape was the result of judgment based on form.

The fat man was puzzled: "So it makes sense for her to run away. We won't harm her, so why is she running away?"

"Calm down...run away..." But I understood what he meant, and a chill ran down my spine.

What is Wen Jin afraid of?

In her notes and messages, she repeatedly mentioned that she was running away from something, which she called "it". Moreover, she told us that "it" was among us when we entered the Qaidam Basin. among. Then, there was only one more reasonable possibility. I clicked my tongue and said, "Could it be that Wen Jin escaped because she saw that one among the few of us?"

Menyouping nodded: "I'm afraid that's it."

I immediately looked at the fat man, at Pan Zi in the tent, and at the stuffy oil bottle, and said to myself: Damn, you can’t do it, can you?

"There were four people present at that time: brother, Xiao Wu, me, and Da Pan. So, among the four of us, one of us scared her away?" The fat man also looked at us, "There is a bad guy among us. ?”

Neither Menyouping nor I said anything, but the fat man immediately raised his hand and said, "I am a good person, Fatty. It is definitely not me. I am not interested in your little bitches at all."

"This is just an idea, maybe it's not the case." I feel very uncomfortable with this statement. Everyone here has experienced life and death. I would rather believe that Wen Jin ran away because she was crazy.

"The key question is, what exactly is it?" Fatty said. "Brother, don't you know either?"

Menyou Ping looked up at him and shook his head.

"Is it possible that someone is pretending to be us? Is one of us pretending to be someone else?" Fatty asked, and he pulled his face hard to show his innocence, "Look, Fatty, my face is..." It’s original.”

"I have thought about this. I checked you and Pan Zi just now when you were asleep." Menyouping said, "There is no problem."

I remembered that when I saw him, he was squatting next to Pan Zi. It turned out that he was doing this trick. It seemed that he had thought of this a long time ago. But he never said it. This man is really cunning.

The fat man looked at me: "What about Xiao Wu?"

I immediately laughed at myself: "Don't worry, it's definitely original."

"It's hard to tell. You just came in halfway, maybe you are pretending. Come on, let me, Fatty, check it out." The fat man reached over and pulled hard. The pain made me cry, and then he let go and said, "You pass."

"So, it shouldn't be a problem in this area." Menyouping pointed at Wen Jindi's notes in my pocket and asked me, "Are there any relevant records on this?"

I took it out, turned it over, shook my head and said, "What is certain is that in Wen Jin's description, this thing is tracking them, it should be intelligent, and I feel it should be a person, but I don't know why it is used. This it.”

The fat man stood up, drank some water, handed the kettle to Menyou Ping and said: "Speaking of which, isn't it your third uncle who is following them? Could it be that it is your third uncle? It's just a fool's errand, Wen Jin can see Maybe I’m wrong, aren’t you a bit like your third uncle?”

I thought I was much more handsome. Menyou Ping took the fat man's water bottle and was about to speak. At this moment, the fat man suddenly reached out and pinched Men You Ping's face, pinched it and pulled hard.

Chapter 22 The Second Night: Blind

I was stunned by the fat man's actions, and it took me a few seconds to understand what he wanted to do.

Menyouping checked our faces, but his own face was not checked. The fat man was afraid that he would play this kind of psychological game, and wanted to see if he was wearing a human skin mask on his face.

Menyouping didn't move at all. He just sat there and glanced at the fat man. He didn't pull anything off. Instead, he smeared the mud from his hands on Menyouping's face and smiled awkwardly: "Just in case, little one." Brother, you are also one of the four, you have to be careful to sail the boat for ten thousand years."

Menyouping took a drink of water and was not angry, but ignored the fat man. I said to the fat man: "You don't need to sneak attack."

The fat man said angrily: "What a sneak attack, I just moved a little faster."

I was used to the fat man's behavior, so I smiled helplessly. The fat man sat back, probably feeling quite embarrassed, and changed the subject: "This can prove that the four of us are innocent. Now it seems that the meaning of this may be different from the literal meaning. Maybe it’s not a living thing, but something else entirely.”

"What do you say?" I asked.

"In addition to being able to call animals, it can also be called objects. Maybe what Wen Jin is avoiding is an object?"

Fatty always comes up with random ideas, but this one seems a bit unreliable. "Things?" I asked, "You mean, what she has been avoiding for the past ten years or so, could it be our underwear or boogers?"

"Fucking fat master, of course I'm not talking about these things." Fatty said, "If you have anything on your body that is related to this matter, take it out and take a look. Maybe we can find something."

I shook my head and thought to myself, what should I bring? I didn’t bring those snake-eyebrow copper fish. Menyouping suddenly frowned and said, "No, talking about objects. We missed one thing."

"What?" We immediately approached.

"Aning."

Immediately I was shocked: "You mean, corpse?"

It's possible, and it makes my brain numb. But after thinking about it, I felt that there seemed to be no direct evidence, but what happened to Aning was quite strange, and maybe there really was such a relationship.

But the fat man clapped his hands and said: "Oh, Xiao Wu, do you still remember what we met in the woods last night? Could this be it? There is something wrong with this Aning, so he died like that."

I opened my mouth and thought to myself, what should I say? This thing cannot be proven by guessing, and the body is not there anymore. To say it's weird, there's nothing here that doesn't sound evil. And we didn’t see anything clearly at the time. No one could say for sure whether that thing was Aning or not.

I couldn't stand thinking about it anymore, so I immediately waved my hands and said, "I think we'd better not talk about this. The premise is not clear yet. Wen Jin may indeed be crazy. At this time, we have to find out among these people." I think it's unlikely that a traitor will come. Let's think about something more practical. How to catch her is more realistic." The fat man lost interest and stood up and said, "What are you thinking about? I said no. Possible things. I definitely can't think of them. Maybe a dog can think of them. You don't have the ability of your grandpa. Now, how are you going to live tonight in practical terms? Stop talking about these nonsense things." Then he left. Go over and lift the bucket they dug out the silt from. Just go to Pan Zi's tent to paint.

I looked at my watch and saw that it was already dark, and the last trace of light in the sky had long since disappeared. To be safe, I really should take protective measures first, so I sighed and went over to help.

We smeared mud all over the tent and covered it with a tarp to keep it from raining at night. I went to check on Pan Zi. He was still sleeping soundly and his temperature was normal. The fat man told me that Pan Zi woke up once while I was sleeping. Before he could regain his consciousness, he fed me some water and fell asleep again. But after the low-grade fever subsided, those few shots were still effective.

The next step was to find weapons. Fatty was someone who felt uneasy without a gun. He rummaged through the equipment of these people, but found that there were no firearms in the camp. The fat man picked up a lot of stones and piled them aside. If it doesn't work, we will learn from the Five Heroes of Langya Mountain. I said that at least they still had cliffs to jump from, and we had no choice but to surrender after we had finished throwing the stones.

The fat man fanned the bonfire, increased the flames, and then lit several fire points around the camp for warning and drying purposes. The red firelight shines brightly. After doing all this, it was almost ten o'clock in the evening, and I just felt a little safer, when the surroundings became hazy again, and it was fucking foggy again. In less than an hour, the entire camp was submerged in the thick fog, and nothing could be seen clearly.

Looking at the mist all around, I felt cold sweat. There was no visibility at all at this time. Even the flames could not be seen clearly from a distance of two or three meters. It was impossible to be on guard or vigilant at this time.

My nose is filled with a damp smell mixed with earthy smell. Moreover, the color of the fog here seems to be a little different from that in the forest. I don't know why the fog is a bit bluish, which makes me a little uncomfortable.

I thought about whether the mist was poisonous. Yesterday in the rainforest, I couldn't care too much about these things, but now I need to pay attention. I heard that there is often miasma in the rainforest, and it will rise when the temperature drops at night, especially in swamps. The miasma contains a lot of toxic gases and even heavy metals. If you inhale too much of the volatile compounds, it will cause chronic poisoning and even slowly rot the lungs.

Thinking of this, I asked the fat man if he should touch the tent equipment and find a few gas masks to spare.

The fat man said: "This is definitely not miasma. The smell of miasma is very strong, and miasma can't be so powerful. If you breathe in too much miasma, you will most likely get arthritis or tuberculosis. There is a lot of miasma and humidity in the mountains in the southwest, and people there like to eat spicy food. Beware of this. You might as well find out if anyone here has any chili peppers with them. We can chew the chili peppers later and we won’t get sleepy easily. I said, “Don’t be careless. This place is different from other places. I think it’s just in case.” Find a few to wear. "

Fatty and Mengyoubo started to smear mud on their bodies. This must be an extremely uncomfortable process, so he spoke in a bad tone and shook his head: "You have to wear it. If you wear a gas mask in this weather, you will hit a fucking tree." How can you keep vigil if you can't see? If you have time to think about this, you might as well go to bed quickly, because you might not have a place to sleep in later." After saying that, he immediately pouted a few times, "Crow's mouth, crow's mouth, good luck. "

I was annoyed by what he said, and I actually hated myself in my heart. The two of them were keeping watch, and Pan Zi was seriously injured, but I could sleep for a whole night. This was on the same level as a seriously injured person. At this time, I wondered if it was true that I came here. It's a burden.

I went into the tent and lay down, but couldn't fall asleep. My mind was in a mess and every part of my body hurt. Because the outside was covered with mud, the light from the campfire couldn't penetrate. I used a miner's lamp for lighting. In order to save electricity, I couldn't use it often, so I turned it off in the dark. Force yourself to sleep. Listening to the fat man sharpening his machete outside, I really became confused.

I don't know if I was really asleep in that state. I was hazy. There were still things in my mind, but they were not clear. It lasted for a long time and I didn't sleep to death. In the middle of the night, I woke up from peeing.

When I woke up and heard nothing moving outside, I thought it should be fine, so I lifted up the tent opening in the dark and prepared to go out to drain the water.

As soon as I opened it, I was startled. I found it was dark outside and all the bonfires were extinguished.

How is this going? I immediately woke up and retreated into the tent, thinking: It's over, has something happened?

But there was no movement at all. I didn't fall asleep just now. I even knew that I was in a semi-sleep state. With the skills of Menyoupin, what could he do without making any sound? Fallen?

I calmed down and listened. There was no sound outside, so I felt a little panicked. I didn't dare to call out at this time, so I immediately went back and found my miner's lamp, and then turned it on, but I fiddled with it twice and found that it didn't light up anymore. I touched my pocket again, took out the lighter, and tried it a few times, but it didn't light up anymore. Bright, not even a hint of fire.

I cursed secretly, immediately took a few deep breaths, and told myself to calm down, thinking that no matter how bad I wanted to be, I would be bad all together. I put it away and wanted to brighten my watch. As soon as I put it away, I found that the lighter was very hot.

I was a little strange, wondering why it was so hot. There was not even a spark just now. I lit the lighter again, and then put it on my palm. My hand immediately felt a huge heat and I immediately retracted it.

I was stunned for a moment, thinking that the lighter was still on.

But it was still dark before my eyes, with no light at all.