The moment the syringe was inserted, Donna must have felt a slight pain. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info She opened her eyes and looked at me stunned.

The tranquilizer was so powerful that Dona's consciousness was blurred within seconds of me pushing it in.

She seemed to want to say something to me, but the words got stuck in her mouth, and she went limp, and fell into a deep sleep in my arms.

I watched Donna's expression, her series of reactions, and I could see it all. My mind was like a fryer, and pictures jumped out of order.

In a trance, I saw the scene before Wang Tongtong died, and then saw the picture of my parents when they died.

I admit that I was distraught, and that Donna was just asleep, not killed by me. I took a few deep breaths and pressed down the discomfort.

It's really my concentration is very strong, otherwise if I were someone else, in the state of chaos just now, I would probably shake my hand and feed all the potions to Dona.

I hurriedly took the syringe back, and secretly muttered to myself, don't ask Lao Tzu to do this kind of work in the future.

I helped Dona and let her lie down gently next to Dorjee. She originally fed Dorjee vegetables, but she didn't finish feeding.

I delayed for a while and let Dorjee eat all the dishes.

When everything was in order, I straightened my clothes and turned to walk outside.

At the moment when I first went out, I looked back, and even under the mood swings, I muttered something again.

I told the unconscious Donna that if she wanted to marry me, she would have to come with me out of the Grand Canyon and into the outside world. The outside world is very good, there are planes, bullet trains, mobile phones, computers, and even delicious meals, but every time it gets "dark", the outside world changes, there are drunks who drink heavily and riffraff who fight, and even in the streets and alleys, there are sin and murder. In comparison, it is really not as peaceful as this village.

I thought I was saying this, and Donna couldn't hear it. But when I finished speaking, Donna moved and muttered, "Don't go, husband!" ”

I smiled wryly, but didn't stop.

On the way back, I walked very fast, and it didn't take much effort for me to dodge into the big grass hut where we lived.

Beard, Davaramu, and Kelsang Nyima were all there, and they immediately looked at me together.

Beard asked, "How's Dona doing?" I replied coldly, "That's it!" ”

Davara was more attentive, she booed, leaned over to me, and reached out and pulled a long hair from my chest.

It's Donna's, and it must have been left by her when she was lying on my chest.

Dawala held the hair in his thumb and said to me, "Little stuffy fairy, you really enjoy it, and before you stunned the girl, you were gentle with them for a while. ”

Beard laughed after hearing this. And I glared at Davara and thought she was too much.

Davaramu was frightened by my fierce eyes, and didn't go any further.

Let's go our separate ways. In fact, we mainly packed our backpacks and brought wild boar meat brought by Kelsang Nyima. As for Kelsang Nyima, this time he didn't just bring a stone axe, but also prepared a mud bowl filled with sand, a bow, a few feathered arrows, and a set of hidden weapons.

To put it bluntly, this secret weapon is a set of small stone axes that are both small and sharp, and they are all stored on a single animal skin, which is sewn into a pocket and a strap.

Kelsang Nyima learned from us and carried the hides behind him.

I told Kelsang Nyima to listen to me, and to do his best to stay back in the face of danger.

Kelsang Nyima looked unconvinced and protested.

Actually, it's not that I look down on him or anything, but he doesn't have a gun, and no matter how powerful this bow and stone axe are, they can't compare to bullets, right?

We didn't say goodbye to the natives of the village, and silently left the grass hut and ran towards the fog forest.

This fog forest is not far from us and not close, I guess in my heart, we walked for a full hour, along the way, climbing and going uphill, quite a toss.

It wasn't a big deal, and when we rushed to the foggy forest with all our might, I looked at the forest and was shocked.

I also think of one word to describe it. It's like a piece of skin on the human body that has been infected with cancer cells.

None of the trees in this foggy forest are straight at all, they are all twisted and twisted, with teeth and claws, especially one tree, which at first glance looks like it has become a fine. In addition, the surface of the entire fog forest is uneven, either concave or convex.

Except for me, everyone else who was affected by this environment was not in a good mood.

Davara walked to the edge of the fog forest first, and she took the pigskin and the path she had recorded, and looked around as she silently calculated.

I have to say, she was very smart, and soon she beckoned us to assemble, then pointed in one direction and said, "Start here." ”

I could tell the meaning of what she meant, and she wanted to go.

But I stopped her and emphatically said, "Wait a little longer for the fog, and it's even better to be close to the time of Dorjee's night of walking, so that we can judge whether we are walking wrong according to the changes in road conditions, especially in the event of strong winds or dense fog." ”

Together, Beard and Kelsang Nyimaxian agreed with me. I asked Kelsang Nyima to put the bowl on the ground, and then the time was calculated, and as I thought, we had lost at least two bowls of sand on the way from the village in the dark, so we waited for three more bowls of sand to finish, and it should be about the same.

As we waited, the foggy forest began to fog up, and it was very cold here, so we found a big tree and sat down against the trunk of it in order to get warmer. The four of us are also close to each other, which keeps us warm.

Beard is an idle master, and when he is bored, he also tells us ghost stories. What a pair of embroidered shoes, what coffin board is fine, what midnight grave carver, etc. And being rendered by the environment makes the ghost story of the bearded man even more terrifying and terrifying.

Kelsang Nyima and I didn't have much to do, and after listening to a few of them, Dawala couldn't stand it anymore. She unceremoniously interrupted her beard and scolded, "Vulgar! ”

Beard was originally speaking with great interest, but when Davara said this, his face sank, and he asked Davara, "Sisters, what is vulgar?" Tell me what elegance is. ”

Davara didn't want to argue with the beard at this point, so she stood up and walked to the side alone.

I quickly grabbed her. Of course I know how cold it is, and she's sitting alone, so don't get cold.

I winked at the beard, too, and that meant don't tell ghost stories.

Anyway, I was so stirred up that Davara finally sat next to me again.

Beard's interest did not subside, so he simply said to everyone, "Well, let's not talk about those gods and gods, and I'll tell you a lofty story." ”

Kelsang Nyima applauded first, and stressed that he must listen carefully and talk to the women when he returns to the village.

Beard cleared his throat and added, "This story also happened in the grove, and the name is ...... Well, the story of a woman and seven men. ”

He said at the end, and laughed wickedly.

Kelsang Nyima's eyes lit up when he listened, and Dawala couldn't help but say, "Vulgar! ”

The beard face was tense, and he said, how is it vulgar this time? Sisters, listen to it first!

Dawala shook his head, saying that it was a meat joke when he heard it, where is it not vulgar?

I knew more about the beard than Davara, and I already had a score in my mind at this time, and before I could say anything more about the beard, I whispered back to Davara, "The beard is about Snow White!" ”

Dawala was stunned, and his beard smiled proudly......

We kept going like this, and by the time the second bowl of sand was more than halfway gone, the beard stopped telling stories, because we were all a little hungry, and we flipped through our backpacks together and ate the wild boar we had brought.

We were going to get ready to go after we had eaten, but the fog was getting thicker and thicker throughout the forest, and we choked on the occasional deep breath.

But suddenly, there was a strange cry not far away.

In such a quiet night, in such a thick fog, this strange cry was unusually harsh. And after it rang for a while, it stopped.

We were stunned for a moment, then Dawala stood up sharply, took out his pistol, and asked us, "Do you hear that?" ”

As Beard and I pulled out our guns, Beard nodded and said, "It's not like a beast screaming, it's more like a ...... What musical instruments are blown. ”

I agree with Beard, and I have a thought that the strange sound is like a flute, but the strange sound lasts for too short for me to judge further.

Kelsang Nyima is both an indigenous and a hunter, and he has a better sense than all of us. He thought for a moment, pointed to the southwest, and said, "It's from over there." ”

We were on the same page and wanted to go over and see.

I led the way with Beard, Davara was in the center, she was still holding a flashlight, and Kelsang Nyima was carrying a stone axe to the end.

In fact, the light of the flashlight cannot penetrate the fog, and even allows us to see the road about five meters ahead.

I was a little nervous with the pioneer of the beard, and my brother and I were very close to each other for safety.

In this way, after walking a hundred and eighty meters to the southwest, we still didn't find anything strange. I focused on the ground and thought to myself that if someone had visited, they would have left footprints.

Beard, they continued to focus their energy on the surroundings.

Kelsang Nyima's eyes were sharp, and after a while, he suddenly stood up and reminded us, "Look at the tree." ”

I looked in the direction he was pointing and was stunned for a moment.

Beard and Davara also had strange expressions, and Beard even chanted, "Evil Sect!" ”

There was a twisted tree here, starting from the ground to an area more than a man high, its entire bark was gone, and there seemed to be some pattern in this area.

We were too far away to see clearly, so we had to lean cautiously towards it.

I thought of one more thing. When Beard and I were investigating the murder house suicide case, we went to a cemetery to catch the Gu King, and at that time the Gu King was hiding in a dense tree, and when I walked under the tree with Beard, he also fell unexpectedly.

I thought to myself that this time we wouldn't repeat the same mistakes, right? I also reminded others to keep an eye on the trees to prevent enemies and dangers.

There must have been a shadow in Beard's heart, and his first reaction after hearing it was that his body trembled. Dawala didn't think anything was there, and said more, "The branches and leaves of this tree are not luxuriant, and there are no Tibetans?" Let's take a look. ”

I wonder if she hadn't encountered a ruthless character when she was a SWAT officer before, and I said in my heart that if Gu Chao or Gu King wanted to hide here, I would definitely hide it without leaking traces.

As for Kelsang Nyima, he, like his beard, immediately became vigilant and held the stone axe tightly in his hand.

But fortunately, along the way, nothing went wrong, which made me quietly relieved.

We ended up standing around the tree. I found that the skinned areas, especially the upper and lower end incisions, were very neat.

Davara was interested in the incision and studied it. I guess she wanted to try to figure out what kind of weapon was cutting the bark off.

We all focused on the patterns on the trees. This pattern is actually the person who was drawn. It has a head, a body, and limbs, but its drawing skills are not very good, and it has a fight with the beard that once painted "Crayon Xiaoxin".

A question also popped up in my mind, what does this pattern say? And does it have anything to do with the strange sound just now? (To be continued.) )