The fugitive's meaning, let me take off my head and give my beard to continue hanging. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The info fugitive also deliberately emphasized to the beard, "You kid looks as strong as a cow, my "perfect host" is a baby, don't tire him out." ”

Beard was unfamiliar with the term "perfect host", but he understood the meaning of the fugitive's words. He stared at the head and took a step back in resistance.

After hearing the fugitive's words, I didn't know how I felt. I said in my heart that he felt sorry for me? But this distressing way is also a little weird.

Seeing that neither of us had moved, the fugitive raised his knife and shouted dissatisfiedly, "What's the matter?" What Lao Tzu said is not good? ”

Don't look at me as a newcomer to the fugitive, but I already know him well. This man is stronger than a beard, and his personality is not quite normal. I didn't wait for the beard anymore, I hurriedly took off the head and took the initiative to hang it around his neck.

Beard looked at the four balls of flesh with eyeballs, and he couldn't help but feed them a few times, trying to resist. I winked at him.

Beard gave a pained expression and reluctantly accepted, especially when the weight of the four heads weighed on his neck, and he couldn't help but shiver again.

The fugitive put away his knife and pointed it deeper into the cavern, telling us both to follow in his footsteps.

I didn't have a choice with the beard, and I wondered if the fugitive had night vision, and in such a place, he was not affected at all, and walked as fast as he could.

Beard and I were still barely able to see the way by the light coming from above, but as we went deeper, we couldn't, and we were no different from blind people.

I walked one foot deep and one foot shallow, and the one I walked was called a torment, so that the speed also slowed down.

When the fugitive shook us off some distance and found that we hadn't followed, he scolded from afar, saying that you two are a wreck.

The beard snorted softly, expressing dissatisfaction. And I suddenly had an idea and glanced behind me.

This move may have been discovered by the fugitives, and he yelled, "Don't plan to go back secretly, otherwise those dead slips will see that you have blood on your bodies, especially the blood of their colleagues, and you won't even be able to jump into the Yellow River." ”

I was more or less affected by this, but I don't think it's that serious, I and the beard are just hanging on the head, and we didn't participate in the killing, so it would be nice to explain it then. The problem is that now there is a fire and mortars on it, which is more scrupulous.

The fugitive urged us to leave. I had to put this mess aside.

The cave slowly sloped downward. The fugitives were always far ahead, and me and Beard were one step behind.

The fugitive whistled from time to time, and the beard and I could not whistle, but could only call out softly in response to him.

This time, after the two of us had walked for a while, I felt a little wind. I jerked to my feet, for the presence of this wind meant that the exit was not far from us.

At this time, the shouts of the fugitive were also heard in the distance, and he told us that when there was a fork in the road, we would go from the left, and the right would be a dead end.

The beard answered first, but my mind suddenly moved.

Beard and I paid special attention, and we both reached ahead and touched the sides, and soon we found the location of the fork in the road, and the breeze was blowing from the cave on the left.

The beard twisted his neck uncomfortably, raised the heads of the men, and was about to move on, and he said to me very optimistically, "I'm going out." ”

I grabbed him and lowered my voice and asked him, "Brother Beard, are you biao?" What are you going out for? ”

Beard was stopped by me, but he thought for a moment and then replied, "We can't just hide in here all the time, can we?" ”

I told him what I thought, and the fugitive made it clear that he wanted to take us both away, and maybe even to a place that would go back five hundred years from the current society, and that I would become the "perfect host" for the so-called buggers, and finally become like the dead fat girl, and the fate of the beard was unknown, either as a slave or as a meal for the fugitive.

Beard must have been frightened, and after he heard the, he pulled my hand so hard that it hurt me.

I continued, "Regardless of whether the fork on the right is a dead end, let's drill here, and it's better to find a place to hide." It won't be long before the police will discover the cave and even come in and continue the search, and we will be saved. ”

Hu Zilian praised this as a good way, and also took out a gambling posture, took a big breath, and was in a hurry to go to the right fork in the road.

I said in my heart that this guy has been carrying people's heads for so long, and he is not too heavy. I stopped him and took off the four heads. I also deliberately threw them out behind me.

In doing so, it will create the illusion that the fugitives, once they come back to us, will think that we have returned the same way.

When Beard and I first walked the right fork in the road, I told Beard not to walk in the middle, because we were all sticking to the cave wall, so that we could not leave any footprints. But this also has a disadvantage, the speed does not go up. The two of us took a scale, and when I felt that it was almost over, I shouted, "Rush." Then we returned to the middle generously, spreading our legs and running wildly.

The beard runs faster than me, which also has something to do with his personality. I kept an eye out for movement behind me as I ran. I also reminded the beard that the fugitive said that this was a dead end, and that he should not run too fast and end up hitting the wall or something.

Hu Zilian said no, and told me that he ran with his hands up, so that when he encountered an obstacle, his hands could touch it first. But he also overlooked one point.

Suddenly, the beard snorted. I was so excited that when I shouted again and asked how his beard was, he was silent.

I thought to myself, this stupid thing, didn't it fall somewhere? And he knocked himself unconscious. I half-squatted, took out the posture of a blind man touching an elephant, and walked forward little by little.

The next road, without warning, came up a steep downward slope. The slope is still full of gravel, which gives the impression that it is like a natural slide.

As soon as I leaned my body a little, I realized that something was wrong. I tried to adjust my body and regain my balance, but it was difficult.

I twisted a few times, then fell weightlessly, and rolled down like a potato. Soon, I fell into a pit, which had no bottom. I fell out of it.

The moment I fell out, my vision widened and I saw that I was falling to the top of a large tree.

I was so anxious that when I hit the top of the tree, I was carried by inertia and quickly rolled down. At this moment, I clearly realized that if I didn't do anything again, if I really hit the ground, even if I didn't fall to death, it would be a serious injury.

The problem is that what I can do now, I can only scratch at the branches and branches. I don't care if it hurts or not, it's tight.

The first few times I was scratching baldness, especially one time, my palm hurt sharply, probably a big crack.

But when I fell some distance further, I came across a large branch. I hurried like a koala again, holding my arms and feet together.

When my body finally stabilized, I pressed my face against the branch and couldn't help but take a few deep breaths in a row. I said in my heart that I had picked up this fate.

I took a moment to look around. I'm on a hillside now, and there's a fire at the top of the hill, which is supposed to be where the burning log house is, and the tree I'm holding on to is in a strange position, right under a small cliff.

I couldn't stop thinking in my heart, thank God, thank you for the existence of this tree. In addition, in the distance, there are sparse farmhouses, which give me the impression that they are Maotun.

Now that I knew where I was, I thought about my beard again. I guess he's just like me, and he's fallen down this pit, but the question is who he is?

I pulled my throat, Brother Beard, Brother Beard shouted a few times. Although my voice was a little hoarse at the moment, and the volume could not be stopped, as soon as the shouting fell, someone responded to me, and this response came from under the tree.

Beard took out a trembling tone and told me to help him quickly, saying that he was dying of pain now.

I looked down, and if I hadn't looked for it, it would have been hard to find that the beard was lying in the bushes on the side, face up, and his whole body was motionless.

He was able to respond to me, which means that his brain is clear and he has not suffered any fatal injuries, but his virtue is obviously falling. I said in my heart that he shouldn't really break his waist or something, become a cripple, then be a fart informant, and just go back to prison like this, he can't be a big oil, and he will be abused by other enemies every day.

I told him not to move, I climbed up the big trunk along the branch, and finally I held the branch and slid down with gravity, during which I also encountered a swarm of insects, a large group of caterpillars around a certain trunk.

I crushed all the caterpillars like a shovel, which also made a large green patch of my pants full of worm juice.

I smelled the fishy and astringent smell, and I was disgusted for a while, but it was important to save my beard, so I could only endure it, and immediately leaned next to him.

Beard was trying to sit up, and I helped him. His beard and facial features are distorted. I asked him what it hurts.

He pointed out to me here and that, and said, "It hurts everywhere!" ”

I originally heard that my heart fell to the bottom, and my heart said that according to such a painful method, Brother Beard is really finished. But later, I stared at the fingers of my beard and suddenly thought of a possibility.

I grabbed the finger of my beard so hard that it snorted so much that I almost burst into tears, and he scolded me, "Are you crazy? Dare to torture your bearded brother like this! ”

I didn't answer anything, but held his beard and told him to stand up and try to walk.

He was originally pessimistic, but when he stood up and walked a few steps, the beard said to me with a surprised look, "Evil Gate, it doesn't seem to hurt anymore." ”

I can tell him with certainty that you're fine, it's just that your finger is bruised.

The beard thanked me again and again, and even praised me for being a miracle doctor. I didn't have time to talk to him about these unnecessary things, so I took him around a few times. After getting used to it like this, he got a lot better.

We discussed what to do next. The police were on the top of the hill, and we rushed over to meet them.

I took the opposite attitude, pointed to Maotun in the distance, and said to the beard, "Let's go down the mountain, there must be a car there, let's borrow one, and go back to the police station first." ”

Beard listened to my opinion, and the two of us ran towards Maotun.

Actually, it's easy for me to say, but the current location is quite far from Maotun. The two of us took out the posture of the 25,000-mile long march and endured hardship.