According to the old man, the fishing boat has been away from the United States for three days, and I have been in a coma on the boat for three days.

No wonder I was so hungry, I had an urge to swallow the hairtail fish raw, and I had been hungry for three days and three nights.

I looked at the old man and said, "Where is the end?" ”

"It's too small to be a country in the Antarctic Circle." The old man smoked his cigarette pouch and said lightly.

Hearing this, I couldn't help but sneer and said, "Flee to the ends of the earth? ”

"Yes!" The old man said: "It's really the end of the world." ”

"This ship doesn't have the ability to go to the ocean at all, which means we have to sail the edge of the continent all the time?" The lights on the edge of my skyline determined that it was the edge of the frame of the American continent.

"yes!" The old man also looked at the horizon and said, "Then no one doubts it, they must think that this is a wandering fishing boat that docks at any time." ”

"You're so scared of being discovered?" I asked as I looked at the old man playfully.

"It's not that I'm afraid of being discovered." The old man looked at me and said, "It is your father who is afraid, he is afraid of losing you, he is afraid that you will be involved in death!" ”

"I've always been dying, no one has ever saved me, but I've lived to this point." I sat on the boat, crossed my knees, and said, "He's so self-righteous!" ”

"He's not self-righteous." The old man's rough hand patted me on the shoulder and said, "He just can't afford to lose." ”

I was stunned and stared blankly at the sky.

The ship staggered and stopped at a dilapidated port, a small country in the Antarctic Circle, as the old man said.

It is sparsely populated and mostly Eskimos. I noticed that these people were yellow-skinned, black-haired, and even had the same eyes as Asians.

It's just that they don't speak Chinese and speak some local languages that I don't understand. The old man could understand it, and he seemed to be very familiar with these people, so he even chatted shoulder to shoulder.

I couldn't help but sigh as I looked at the white ice around me and the endless ocean. With a language barrier and no basic seafaring skills, these two alone have turned the vast surrounding world into a prison.

"I told them you could stay at their house." The old man pointed at a bearded Eskimo with a cigarette pouch and said to me. The bearded man, with ice ballast all over his beard, waved his hand at me and smiled in a friendly way.

"What do you mean?" I asked the old man.

The old man smoked a cigarette pouch and said, "It's not interesting!" You stay here for a week or two, and I'll go fishing for shrimp in the strait not far away, and I'll be back in half a month at the longest. ”

"Shrimping?" I frowned and looked at the strait in the distance. My limited geographical knowledge tells me that in the distance it seems to be the southernmost point of the American continent, the Bering Strait.

"You want to go?" The old man asked me.

I nodded, the old man was my only clue, so I naturally had to keep up. But he refused me, shook his head and said, "That's not good, shrimp fishing is very dangerous, especially in this season; Without professional knowledge, the mortality rate is extremely high, you are a noble son, I can't let you do this kind of life-saving work. ”

I have also heard of shrimp fishing in the Bering Strait, and many fishing boats come to the strait to catch shrimp at this time of year. The profits are high, the casualty rate is also high, and it is a desperate struggle against nature.

I didn't insist anymore, after all, I really didn't even have basic knowledge of navigation, and going to the strait to catch shrimp was indeed a bit blind, and nature was sometimes more deadly than firearms.

For the rest of the day, I lived in an Eskimo castle, which was not too cold, and although I was a little uncomfortable, I finally survived.

The family was very hospitable and welcomed me every day, which made me a little embarrassed. And they have a daughter who is also very enthusiastic about me, not that the little girl has taken a fancy to me, but that she is very curious about the outside world and is very curious about me.

She always asked me about the outside world after dinner, blinking her eyes as bright as the stars. I told her about her in Thailand, about Li Li, about Li Zhengwu, and about the cat that always brought the plague.

She also said that she wanted to write her story in a book, so that more people could see it, and let more people know about those lives that were once alive.

The little girl was actually about my age, but she had the innocence of a child, full of curiosity about everything, maybe in their world, everything is the same, just like the snow outside that has not changed for thousands of years, and my arrival is tantamount to a storm that has never been seen before, allowing her to see a different world.

She listened to me tell each other's stories as two people who spoke different languages, using gestures and crappy paintings.

For a moment, I felt like I was going to die in the snow of this foreign land, just like those ice that had not melted for thousands of years, standing quietly forever.

But emergencies always come quietly and catch people off guard. Here's the thing, the sun was shining that day, and Emma's family and I went to the ice lake not far away to dig ice and fish.

This is one of the main productive activities of the Eskimos, ancient and traditional. I've done it many times as a newcomer, although I haven't done it on my own.

But this time it was for me to do it on my own and become an Eskimo in the truest sense of the word, and it was like a ritual.

I was also very excited, and even had a sense of mission, and I hit the ice very hard with the ice chisel tool.

The ice was as hard as a stone, and my hands hurt from the shock, but with the encouragement of Emma's family, I still carved out a hole the size of my head.

Pure water gushes out, and under the pale blue ice ballast, it is dreamlike, like flowing crystal.

I knelt in front of the small hole, held a glass of water in both hands, and gulped down. Sweet and refreshing. I sighed comfortably, and suddenly felt the urge to die alone here.

Knock knock!

The small hole blistered here, and when I looked down, it was not tight, and it was a little discolored, and the water turned blood, obviously blood.

I reached out and fished a little, put it on the tip of my nose and sniffed it, there was a strong smell of blood.

Knock knock!

There was another loud bang.

When I looked down again, I saw a human head filled in the hole. This human head is old and lonely, and there is a frozen gun eye in the center of his eyebrows.

I know this old man, who brought me to this icy and snowy land, trapping me in the ice of 10,000 years.

I shouted at Emma's family and asked them to help get the old man's body out. They were also shocked when they saw the corpse, and as the old man's old friend, they were naturally very sad, and they frantically chiseled the ice surface.

The extremely low temperature kept the old man's body to the last vestiges of decency, and when we dug him out, he was neatly dressed and still clutching a cigarette pouch with unfinished tobacco in it.

He was obviously fatally killed by a single shot, and the killer didn't seem to give him a chance to speak, and the whole head was hollowed out with a single shot in the head.

I searched his pockets for clues, but there was nothing on the old man except a lighter.

I'm curious, didn't he go to the strait to fish for shrimp? Why did you suddenly die at the bottom of the lake again? Emma told me that there was a dark river under this frozen lake, and it was possible that the old man was killed at sea and drifted down the dark river.

I nodded, and that was a plausible explanation. But that's not really the point, the point is who killed the old man and why did he kill him? What is the purpose?

Emma didn't have a clue, so he advised me to bury the old man first, and it would be counted as a burial. I thought about it, so I insisted on it and dug a pit for the old man with my own hands.

Although the Eskimos are located in the Americas, they have the same customs as the Asians, that is, to settle in the earth.

I buried the old man's cigarette stick and lighter with him, and according to local custom, the burial items had to be broken and burned before they could be buried with others.

I broke the lighter, and Emma broke the cigarette stick. She didn't even look at it, and threw the cigarette stick into the pit.

But I suddenly noticed something special in the cigarette stick, a modern communication device with a black glow of red light.

Emma had never seen such a thing, and naturally she didn't know what it was, and besides, it was so small that it didn't really attract much attention.

I jumped out of the pit, put the cigarette stick back, and checked the glowing equipment. In fact, my electronic knowledge is also limited, and I can't see any clues from such a sealed structure.

But I think there must be some key connection to this thing, and it has a flash of light, as if it is emitting an electronic pulse, presumably a signal transmitter or something.

I was also stupid at the time, since I thought of electronic pulses, but I didn't think of GPS and other positioning devices.

If I had thought that I wouldn't have brought this thing with me, so that no one would find out, and I wouldn't kill Emma's family.

At that time, after burying the old man, we all returned to the ice castle in a very depressed mood, and after eating, we fell asleep one after another.

I also felt very tired, after all, after chiseling such a large piece of ice, I was emotional and sad, naturally I was a little tired, and even a little sore all over.

I thought it would dawn, but I woke up when it was still dark. And I felt an inexplicable palpitation, the instinctive fear of death coming, or the sixth sense.

This kind of induction has saved my life countless times, and today reminds me once again, I looked around in a cold sweat and didn't notice anything unusual.

I thought it was a delusion, but I smelled a strong smell of blood, which was extremely real, not a sixth sense, but a real fishy smell.

I pulled out the speargun and walked out slowly. There was a cold wind blowing outside the door, and the temperature was very low, especially at night, and it was even more cold when there was no sunlight.

I saw a flicker of light inside Emma's ice castle, and my heart tightened and I quietly touched it. Emma slept alone and was the farthest away from me, with her parents' ice castle in the middle.

That is, I had to pass by her mother's ice castle to get to where she was. This is nonsense, but she has to say it, because her parents' ice castle is full of blood, and the white and pure snow is all dyed red, like a bewitching flower.

I pushed open the door to her parents' room and found that the smell of blood inside was even stronger, and as my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I soon realized that the two of them had become corpses, or headless corpses.

I've seen a lot of dead people, but even in this environment, I still keep my composure. It took a very short time to touch their wounds, and found that it was a knife cut, just like the ancient criminal law of decapitation.

My heart was drumming, and I rushed into Emma's room, and before I could open the door, I heard the person inside say coldly, "Little girl, you look so beautiful!" ”

This person actually speaks Chinese, and the words are correct and round, not like a foreigner who is a monk halfway, but a pure-blooded Chinese.

I didn't dare to rush in, so I opened a little crack in the door and looked inside. Inside, a man with a long knife on his back was holding Emma and smiling lewdly, forcibly tearing Emma's clothes.

Emma covered her face in pain, her face full of tears, and the humiliation was inexplicable. I kicked the door open and fired a speargun.

This speargun is used to hunt large marine animals, and it is long, sharp, and extremely powerful.

Bang!

He nailed the man to the shoulder, and with great strength, he nailed the man to the ice castle.

Emma cried and covered herself with her fur, hiding in the corner and shivering. I stood in front of her, looking at the man pinned to the ice castle.

This is a middle-aged man with a scruffy beard, and if it weren't for the long knife he carries behind his back and those bloody blades, I would have thought he would be a dead man who has to masturbate once a day.

"Hey, hey!" The middle-aged man smiled cheaply, he is a yellow race, and he is probably the same nationality as me.

"Who sent you?" I asked.

"Little friend, you know that secrecy is more important than life in our business." The middle-aged man said.

Bang!

I shot a speargun and pinned his other arm to the wall, and he gasped in pain and bared his teeth, but he didn't mean to give any explanation.

"Since you have such professional ethics, then you really die!" I pulled out the dagger he had with me and crossed his throat.

"Mortals will die!" The middle-aged man looked at me and said, I don't know if he was saying it to me, or if he was reciting a mantra of some kind of faith, just like Amitabha Buddha that Han Yi said.

"Then I'll send you to death!" I raised my dagger.

"Even if you kill me, you'll die." The middle-aged man showed a strange smile and said, "Because mortals will eventually die." ”

Burst!

I stabbed down the dagger, striking back the most forcefully against this strange curse.

The middle-aged man soon died of blood loss, and I searched his clothes and found no useful clues, except for the knife.

The knife was sharp, and there was a faint inscription on it: mortals will die.

I frowned, what kind of organization is this? Even in the era of hot weapons, cold weapons are still used? It seems to be very high, but it is actually extremely stupid.

If he had a pistol just now, I wouldn't have been an opponent at all, but now he doesn't even have a chance to draw a knife.

"There seems to be someone out there!" Emma said to me that she could hear better than I did, and I didn't hear at all.

Carrying a knife, I hurried to look outside the door, and found that in the ice and snow, there was a person walking slowly, he was also carrying a long knife, and he was smoking a cigarette, and a little red light flashed.

He was like this snowstorm, with a chilling killing intent, he quickly walked in front of me, just looked at me for a minute, and said, "You killed me?" ”