"Who are you? Can you understand English? Just blink an eye! ”

In the tent, after Isabel put on a set of gray and white robes for Song Xiaoshuang, she squatted and sat next to Song Xiaoshuang lying on the woven velvet blanket, and saw that his dark eyes were half-open and staring at her with difficulty, and the expression on his face was stiff because of the onset of anesthetic injections.

It is normal for a person to lose the ability to speak with an ultra-high dose of anesthetic injection, although this is the first time Isabel has injected an anesthetic injection into a person, and the anesthetic needle has been removed from his leg.

Now the top priority is to find out his origins, the origin of the members of the inspection team is very complicated, the guide was attacked, the "VIPs" with the group shot with guns and were almost scared stupid, the camp was a mess, and if she didn't handle the office well, she would face a lot of pressure, although she didn't like the old-fashioned old woman in the office director, but if the office was disintegrated, wouldn't she be unemployed?

Isabel's English voice made Song Xiaoshuang wake up from her memories, secretly thinking that this female man can also speak English, it seems that there is a door, maybe she can speak Chinese?

However, for Song Xiaoshuang, who is illiterate in foreign languages, he has never failed the English course when he was studying, and he can't understand what she is saying at all, because Song Xiaoshuang did not blink his eyes.

To be honest, it's a little difficult to blink, this anesthetic injection against large wild animals seems to have some of the effects of muscle relaxants, and in terms of one effect alone, it is much stronger than the kind of injection used by the American girl Adela! Song Xiaoshuang clearly remembered that after injecting that kind of injection, he could still walk and move on his own, but now it is like a patient lying on the operating table after general anesthesia for surgery, fortunately this is Africa, his rival should not appear for a while, Song Xiaoshuang is still optimistic about his life safety.

Seeing that the English inquiry was useless and the Asian man looked indifferent, Isabel was not discouraged, there are many Japanese on the African continent, maybe this guy is from little Japan? As a result, I said two words of spoken Japanese and didn't see him blink.

Isabel used her fingers to scratch the black hair on her forehead, and there were grains of sand falling from the frame of her glasses on the blanket, and after a slight pause, her fingers helped the frame of her glasses, and suddenly she realized that she said in Chinese, "Can you understand Chinese?" ”

Before the words fell, Isabel had a happy look on her face, because she saw the strange man on the velvet blanket blinked, and eagerly continued to say in Chinese: "Overseas Chinese in Southeast Asia? Singapore or Indonesian? Or is it the Filipino? Have you worked in the army or a mercenary? Also know army sign language, how did you get into this place? ”

In Isabel's opinion, the simple gesture made by the strange man on the ground before staggering outside the tent is a sign language common to mercenaries, which means: Lift the guard, I am not carrying a weapon, there is no malice!

Such gestures may not be understood by ordinary people, but Isabel recognized them at a glance, and only then told her colleagues Udai and Emina, who were behind her, that the strange man was just a person lost in the desert, not a monster that ate humans and beasts in the depths of the desert as legendary.

Isabel judged based on past experience that since he could understand Chinese, her first thought was that this person was either an overseas Chinese, at least of Chinese descent, and had worked in the army or mercenaries, otherwise how could he speak sign language?

The Chinese ** people who appear in Africa are only peacekeepers (UN) who serve under the flag of the United Nations, and the possibility of appearing alone in the hinterland of the desert is too low, and Mauritania does not have peacekeeping troops, but neighboring Mali will have them, separated by the Sahara Desert for thousands of kilometers, Isabel is not stupid, first of all, this possibility is ruled out, Mauritania also has tourists from Asian countries, of course, there will be Chinese citizens, but this weird person does not look like a tourist from China, the woman's intuition and rich work experience remind her, The weirdo is not a tourist from China, but she started with the sign language of the weirdo and blurted out to ask if he was an overseas Chinese or Chinese from the army or even a mercenary.

Isabel didn't see how a few Berber guides were defeated and thrown into the sand, she rushed out of the tent only to see the boy Gordon with a pistol, the pistol in his hand was unloaded by the stranger and some of the metal parts fell into the sand, after the pistol lost its effect, Gordon stayed at the door of the tent in a daze, his proud blonde girlfriend Daisy was trembling and hiding behind him and couldn't move, and the weird man was still approaching the tent camp step by step, forced to get down, Isabel had just shot an anesthetic needle with a quickly assembled tranquilizer gun, and was impressed by the weirdo's abilities, thinking that it was most likely that she had served in the army or worked as a mercenary.

Hearing that he was considered to be an overseas Chinese from Southeast Asia, Song Xiaoshuang only had a bitter smile in his heart, but unfortunately his facial muscles were in a state of paralysis, his expression was always stiff, Chinese are Chinese, Song Xiaoshuang did not blink as just now, which made Isabel feel very surprised, not blinking means that he does not recognize that he is overseas Chinese or Chinese, is it really Chinese?

Isabel was about to say two more words, asking if the stranger was Chinese, the tent canvas door was lifted, and the Arab descendants Udai and Emina, who also made black and black hair into a bun and curled it behind their heads, stood at the door of the tent and did not walk in, looking at Isabel squatting beside the stranger, and Wudai, who was also wearing an off-white cotton uniform of the scientific expedition team, shouted in French in a hurried tone: "Isabel, leave him alone, Gordon's son of a son of a dog ran away in our tool car, and the two guides drove after him, There are so many things that can't be taken away without a tool cart inspection team."

"Made, this is a troublemaker, the sandstorm is coming soon, Udai, Emina, stay in the camp and coordinate the relationship between the members of the expedition team and the Berber guide, don't let everyone mess up, there is still our spare food and drinking water on the tool cart, wait for me to come back!"

Speaking French quickly, Isabel finally took the tranquilizer gun and the composite case (which contained the anesthetic needle) from her colleague Emina, and dodged out of the tent.

Wu Dai and Emina also left the tent to coordinate the camp everyone, stabilizing everyone's somewhat chaotic thoughts, staying in the hinterland of the desert will cause a big incident if people are in chaos, leaving Song Xiaoshuang alone Lying on the velvet blanket in the tent motionless, a thin notebook on the velvet blanket not far away from him has not been turned off, and is in a black screen standby state.

Song Xiaoshuang listened to the sound of many people outside the tent, the voice was noisy, it sounded obviously several languages, lying on the ground bored, Song Xiaoshuang thought about it, thinking that one of them should be Arabic, just now the two Arab girls (here referring to Udai and Emina) and the female man who "interrogated" him who could speak Chinese, all spoke such a language, in addition to Arabic, there is also English, or American English, the pistol was broken by the white man and his female companion spoke American English, The American English has the same meaning as the former opponent Adella, and there are two or three languages in the camp, which seems to be quite complicated by the members of the field expedition team!

At this time, the wind was obviously blowing in the tent camp, and Song Xiaoshuang, who knew how to explore the ability of mental power, even if his body could not move and lay in the tent, it did not affect his understanding of the situation near the camp, and the spiritual power passed through the light yellow tent, and several tents could be seen to be whirring by the wind, the wind force was at least five or more, and the canvas was constantly shaking and pulling the rope that fixed the tent, and the wind blew up a layer of floating sand particles on the surface of the fixed sand pile to fly everywhere, and the visibility was obviously much worse. It looks like the sun's rays have faded away, but the anchors that have been reinforced are deep into the sand, and there is no need to worry about wind force 5.

The remaining expedition team in the camp is about a dozen men and women, wearing a beige standard cotton uniform, and two Berber guides wearing long robes with scarves, standing under a few date palm trees and letting the wind and sand blow by, they are waiting for Gordon to drive out and the Berber guide who catches up, and finally catches up with the guide, and finally catches up with the guide, the three off-road vehicles in the camp are all driven away by them, if not before the real sandstorm rags, Return to the makeshift camp guarded by tall sand dunes and the sand will be a big deal.

Song Xiaoshuang still knows a rough idea of what happened to these men and women standing under the date palm tree, but he knows more than these people, behind the back of several tents, where no one paid attention, the white man who was holding a pistol equipped with a silencer not long ago, with short brown hair and blue gray eyes, and who looked a little handsome under the age of thirty, was wearing a wide blue-gray denim suit, with a pair of sandals on his feet, sneakily dodged out from behind a sand pile, and approached the tent very quickly. He also had a dagger with a scabbard in his hand!

Song Xiaoshuang knew what he wanted to do after a little thought, this young white man who seemed to know that he was the second generation of the second generation of Zufu was angry at his hands, this was a way to divert everyone's attention and take advantage of people's unpreparedness to seek revenge.

Song Xiaoshuang smiled bitterly to himself, there is a way to walk by the river without getting your feet wet, I didn't expect the boat to capsize in the gutter, the wind and waves have come, first the body has not recovered to its peak state, and someone was shot with an anesthetic needle under the care of the other, and then someone held a dagger with bad intentions, could it be that he has started to have bad luck recently?

However, Song Xiaoshuang is not worried about the white man entering the tent, as long as he does not cut his throat with a dagger as soon as he comes up, but uses a dagger to stab him, according to past experience and lessons, this will instead force out Song Xiaoshuang's potential and accelerate his recovery from anesthesia

The canvas door of the tent was lifted by an arm with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and Gordon, who had sunbathed a lot and had bronzed skin, entered the tent, looking at Song Xiaoshuang who was lying on the velvet blanket as expected, unable to move, Gordon's blue-gray eyes flashed a hint of mockery, walked to Song Xiaoshuang's side, took out the dagger from the scabbard and threw away the scabbard, leaned down and slapped his face with the back of the single-edged dagger, and after seeing that he didn't react at all, he said in an arrogant tone: "Call you crazy, tell you to break my pistol, How do you know it's a limited-edition pistol crafted by a gunsmith, and it's not up to me to fiddle with it, and you won't put it in your left arm or your right hand."

Gordon didn't care whether Song Xiaoshuang understood it or not, he used a dagger to cut his robe into strips of rags, wanting to scare him and see his frightened look, but it made Gordon very disappointed, this person's face still maintained a stiff expression, but there seemed to be some kind of mockery in his eyes when he looked closely?

After Gordon's eyes purred around a few times, his eyes first became cold and then a weird smirk, the dagger in his hand continued to cut through the remaining robe fabric, the blade of the dagger was attached to Song Xiaoshuang's crotch, and he said in English in a condescending tone: "I heard that it hurts to be cut on the ball, you can try it now, maybe"

"Gordon, let him go, I'll only warn him once! If you want to try the painful taste of being anesthetized, go ahead and give it a try! ”

Gordon was just about to try to test the limit of pain on Song Xiaoshuang with a dagger, when a strong wind blew into the tent carrying a large amount of sand, and the light in the tent dimmed, Isabel spoke English and appeared at the door of the tent.

Isabel held the tranquilizer gun that fired the anesthetic needle in her hand, Gordon put away the dagger and inserted it into the scabbard, and turned around to see the short-haired, fair-skinned Daisy standing beside Isabel with some embarrassment, and the canvas door of the tent was lifted by her arm.

Seeing Gordon's obvious expression of being angry with her for being ruined by the plan, Daisy, who is usually a big-breasted beauty and is actually a vase, plucked up her courage, looked at Gordon with light blue eyes, and said English with some hesitation: "Gordon, that, that car is not easy to drive, the Berber guide drove up and said that the sandstorm was coming soon, so I followed back, the guide didn't lie, the sun was no longer visible outside, and there was dust rolled up by the wind everywhere"

"Gordon, you'd better be restrained, this is not America!"

Isabel stood at the door of the tent, put away the gun and spoke English while waving her arm, a Berber guide with a veil of veil, quickly walked into the tent, the eyes that were not covered by the scarf glared at Gordon, that fierce look made Gordon's heart tremble, obediently handed over the dagger in his hand, and walked out of the tent dejectedly