Chapter Eighty-Eight: The Colorful Dawn of Freedom

I was walking through a mountain stream full of stones, and suddenly, a rope suddenly hung down from the air, and I was firmly lassoed, and I struggled violently, but I felt that the rope was getting tighter and tighter, and it actually hung me on a pillar, and the tight rope strangled me to a tightness in my chest, and I was so shocked that my breathing almost stopped, and I wanted to cry for help, but it was pitch black all around, and the sound could not penetrate the darkness. I feel like I've entered the gates of the realm, waiting to receive my final verdict from the Ghost Judge. How could I fulfill their wishes, and keep grabbing my hands and kicking and beating with my feet, not letting those little devils get closer, and a large amount of cold sweat gushed out.

The pain in my chest finally pulled me back, and I woke up from my nightmare, drenched in sweat. I had already moved to the bottom of the fork of the tree, but I was glad that I was tied with a hook and rope, otherwise I would have fallen from a tree nearly ten meters high, and I might have been half-gnawed by the beast.

I slowly rolled over to the fork of the tree, gently untied the rope, and then wiped the cold sweat from my face in horror, and cautiously observed the situation around me, everything was shrouded in darkness, except for a few tireless crickets who were playing with their annoying throats.

I sighed, I didn't think about the nightmare just now, but the strangeness of the feeling tugged at the strings of the mind, interpreting the discomfort of the body, there was no fuss, only those idealists would pretend to come up with a lot of strange and strange theories, so that people fell into the world of fatalism, and thus lost the courage to fight.

I looked at the time, it was a quarter past four in the morning, and I was shocked that I had slept for nearly ten hours, and it seemed that I was indeed lucky, and nothing dangerous came to threaten my safety.

In another hour it was dawn, and I decided to hurry up in the gaps where the dangerous forest "masters" had not yet gotten up.

I quickly put the submachine gun on my back, quietly slid down the tree, put my infrared glasses on my head, and continued in the same direction.

After a night's rest, I was refreshed and the tiredness that had accumulated over the past few days was swept away. In order not to attract the attention of the meat eaters, I smeared the body with damp rotting leaves to minimize the chance of being attacked.

It was not so easy to walk in the dark, and there were rotten vines underneath, and if I didn't pay attention, I would trip over them like a blind man, and I explored the situation ahead with my stick, moving cautiously and with difficulty.

I proceeded very slowly, groping slowly for more than an hour, and by the time the morning sun came again, I had only covered a little more than two kilometers.

Now the fog around is still very heavy, and the line of sight can only see the distance of ten meters, but this is already very good, at least the safety factor has been improved a lot, it is better than just like a goldfish swimming in the ink tank, hitting the wall everywhere.

For safety reasons, I climbed a tree with a hook rope again, and used the previous method to "float" between the trees with the hook rope, so that I could effectively avoid the attacks of those big beasts, and also make my "tail" disappear again. Although this is a lot of physical exertion and there is no speed, safety is guaranteed, which is the most important thing.

I gritted my teeth and insisted on "walking" on the tree for more than an hour, before I stopped at a large tree and hid myself in the canopy to rest. I just "walked" more than 500 meters on the tree, and with the "broken line" of more than 500 meters as a guarantee, I suddenly felt much safer.

It was already daylight, and although the forest was still shrouded in a thin layer of light mist, it could no longer compete with the leafy bushes, and with great amusement, it withdrew from the ranks that blocked the view.

After resting for more than ten minutes, I quietly slid down the tree again and continued my "escape journey".

As I did a few days ago, I picked up some fungus mushrooms and other things to satisfy my hunger, and there were some small snakes lying on the green vines that had been moistened all night, and they were excellent delicacies for me at this time, which could not only quickly replenish my physical reserves, but also slightly relieve my suffering from a vegetarian diet for many days.

Even though my mouth was overflowing with saliva, for safety reasons, I was able to discourage the desire to prey on them, and to prevent the "tail" that had been cut off with great difficulty from being pinched back into the hands of the enemy. What's more, those big beasts who get up early to forage for food will also follow the trail, so that I will fall into the cage of the trapped beast again, and challenge God's authority with a weak body, which is undoubtedly an extremely stupid act, I would rather eat this meat for three years than for a bite of food, and do not hesitate to use my life to interpret the true meaning of "people die for money, birds die for food".

While I was eating the delicacies of the forest, I was wary of the dangers around me, and although the forest breakfast time was long over, I couldn't help but be able to prepare for some sleepy guys, who were squinting their sleepy eyes looking for some scraps.

I didn't expect the "trip" to be smooth for a few hours, except for a few small species at the bottom of the food chain that were so frightened that I ran away, I didn't encounter anything that could threaten my safety.

The Chrislak Peninsula, where I am at this time, is located in the southeast of country F, the largest island in the country, and the direction I am heading towards is a little south-east of the island, and there are many artificially developed natural baths on the seaside, and once I get there, I can quietly blend in with all kinds of tourists, restore my status as a "normal person", and then return to China through legitimate means.

I walked through the forest for a whole day, and finally before dusk came, I came to the edge of the forest, and through the cracks in the forest, I could already see the sea water, perhaps because it had lost its inherent blue color because of the large amount of sediment involved. Two silver-white ships, like sleeping babies, lay in its arms, unwilling to move for a long time.

Through the light that had not yet brightened, I found that along the edge of the forest, a barbed wire fence more than two meters high had been pulled, which must have been used to prevent the forest beasts from harming tourists.

I retreated a little more than ten meters, and walked forward along the edge of the forest, I now want to find a suitable place, wait until it gets dark, with the help of the cover of darkness, go down to the inside to wash the blood and rancid stench all over my body, and complete the great transformation from "wild man" to normal man.

I stopped at a gap in a forest with many boulders, and cut some green vines by the last light that was about to pass away, and when I went down to the sea I had to wrap myself around to cover up the infrared effect on my body, and I had come a thousand steps, and I could not fall at the last moment. I slowly climbed to a large tree and waited quietly for the night to fall.

After about half an hour, I quietly slid down the tree again, wrapped myself tightly with the green vines I had prepared in advance, and blocked the muzzles of the submachine gun and several pistols with a few leaves to prevent foreign objects from entering the chamber in the water for a while.

With a submachine gun on my back, a dagger in one hand and a pistol in the other, I slowly touched the beach under the cover of darkness and with the memory of the day.

When I got to the barbed wire, I cut a square hole with a sharp dagger and got out of the middle by myself. He placed his weapon on the stone next to him, and took off his combat boots and put them on again. When I submerged in the cool water, a refreshing feeling came to my heart, and it was the first time I washed my body for the first time in a whole week, and I still used salt water.

I slowly cooled down my whole body in the water, I didn't dare to move too much, and only half of my head was exposed in the water, slowly removed the camouflage of green leaves on my body, stepped into the mud and sand under my feet, and took off my clothes and stepped on my feet, so that the sea water soaked first, and it was more convenient to wash it for a while.

It took me half an hour to clean the stains on my body and clothes, put them on my body in the water, and deliberately left the black vest over my head to prevent anyone around me from snooping on me with infrared instruments.

I packed everything and returned to the forest, climbed a big tree, I carefully grasped the surroundings again, and felt that it was relatively safe, so I decided to spend my last night in the forest on this big tree, and if it went well, I would be able to fly back to my dear country in a few days.

I was going to "enjoy" it tonight, so I carefully built a hammock for myself out of green vines between the two thick branches, which was relatively simple, but quite satisfying for me, a wanderer who had been struggling in extreme danger for many days.

Now that my whole body has been carefully cleaned, there is no smell that attracts the attention of carnivores, and with the "tolerance" of the salty sea breeze, even the most sensitive hound will not want to discover my existence. Besides, this is the seaside, and most of those big beasts don't come here to feed, and even if a few come, as long as they can't climb trees, they will only drool and spin in circles below.

It wasn't yet dawn and I had been woken up by the early seabirds, but I didn't feel sleepy more than an hour ago, I just didn't want to "get up" and closed my eyes to think about my thoughts.

After a night of recuperation, I felt refreshed and a strong sense of relaxation. In order to make it easier for me to walk out of the forest in the open, I walked along the edge again.

After walking for about a kilometer, I found that the beach not far away was a natural surfing spot, with many small tents in the four corners of the beach, and some people had already gotten up early and couldn't wait to enjoy the first sea breeze before the morning sun. At this time, I am like a free sea breeze, floating in the blue world, ready to welcome the coming, free colorful dawn.

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