The search process was difficult, because there was no visibility at all, and the eyes were not good, so they had to be touched by hand. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info touched around to no avail, and the scrivener box narrowed the area to a radius of five meters, which is the most likely area of activity before the deceased died. It's still messing around, and it's like digging your hands into the dirt and plowing the ground. This time, Lu Shuting made a discovery and touched a wallet.

Kong Zhaoqiang lit the lighter, a light yellow cowhide wallet with a surface covered in dirt. Lao Lu opened it gently, and the outermost layer was a black and white photo, a man and a woman in the middle of a child, a family photo. The man should be the dead, and the woman and children are his wives and children. Several people were a little worried when they saw this, and another family was broken! On the second floor, there are a few dollar bills, brand new ones, which seem to have not been used since they were produced. The war deprived many soldiers of the opportunity to spend their money. The third layer is empty, and the fourth and fifth layers are also empty.

Everyone secretly sighed that there were so many layers of such a high-end wallet. Kong Zhaoqiang was a little in love, and he never let go after taking it from Lu Shuting. Such a high-end wallet must be worth two silver dollars. He rubbed his fingers over it, feeling the tough and soft texture of the cooked cowhide.

Hey, no, there's something in the mezzanine! The leather of the fourth layer has a noticeably different feel, it is very stiff, and it is obvious that there is something inside. The scrivener uses a scimitar to cut the leather open, revealing a piece of paper inside. This kind of paper is rare to see in China, it is very thick, very tough, and it is printed with lines and lines of characters. Not English, not Japanese, not Chinese.

A few people were a little dumbfounded, this piece of paper seemed to carry some secrets, but it couldn't be translated. The scrivener thought it should be an encrypted telegram, which ordinary people could not decipher. What is even more strange is that the telegram is only half cut, and the lower half has obvious traces of tearing. It should be due to the need for secrecy, and the two telegrams together are the complete contents. Only put it away first, and then hand it over to the superiors.

Finally, it was not in vain, and it can be said that there is a major discovery. Several people sat down on the ground and fell back asleep. Guarding a dead person, no one can sleep, after all, there is a psychological disorder. Besides, the smell of rot is getting heavier and heavier, which is very unpleasant. The five men dug a small pit and simply buried the body. It can also be regarded as an explanation for the deceased.

It is the turn of the little monkey to be on duty below, and it is rotated every more than an hour to ensure that everyone has time to rest. The last one on duty was the scrivener, who quietly listened to the movements around him with his gun. It was early in the morning, and the sweltering heat had been greatly relieved, and there was a slight coolness in the air. The fog grew thicker, and a large amount of warm gas came out from under the loose ground, bringing with it a burst of unpleasant smell.

The scrivener felt heavy in my head, and at first I thought it was because I slept less and was sleepy. Later, he realized that something was wrong, and at some point, the corners of his mouth kept dripping white viscous liquid, and he forced himself to stop, but found that his mouth was out of control. He wanted to stand up, but he tried several times in succession without success, and his body seemed to be filled with mercury, and it was extremely heavy.

The scrivener box said badly, he was too careless, and ignored one of the most critical and deadly hidden dangers: miasma. Miasma often appears in the hot and humid primeval jungle, which is distributed in the forest one by one, and once people enter the area, they will be poisoned by the miasma, which can range from dizziness and swelling to life-threatening. It is very likely that this situation is a miasma.

The tropical jungle is densely wooded, with new seeds and trees dying every day, and year after year, dead branches and leaves accumulate on the ground layer by layer, mixed with the carcasses of various small insects and small animals, layer upon layer and decay. Under the action of high temperature, it is fermented into various toxic gases. These gases are deposited below the surface and have accumulated over hundreds of millennia, reaching a very "substantial" level. This is where the miasma comes from.

In the early hours of the morning, the air temperature drops, and the residual temperature below the ground is still there, and the toxic gases begin to evaporate, forming a layer of toxic mist. This is miasma. There are records about miasma in ancient books very early, and the Nanban natives also invented a local method to deal with miasma. Zhuge Liang's southern expedition to Meng was harmed by miasma, and the army suffered countless casualties. The scrivener has encountered miasma more than once in Savage Mountain, but fortunately it has escaped safely every time.

Now the miasma is back, silently threatening the lives of several people. The scrivener secretly blamed himself, why didn't he think of this! The sinkhole is a very special terrain, the wind can't blow in, the frost can't come in, it's hot and humid all year round, like a closed small world. The air is basically not circulating, and it is difficult to dissipate the miasma once it is formed.

"Wake up, the air is poisonous!" The scrivener roared, and his voice was hoarse, and he couldn't even hear himself. His eyes were bloodshot, and he had to wake his companions up, or they might never wake up again. He stood up with his body propped up, his legs numb like stakes, poofing, and falling heavily.

Phew, the scrivener spat out the leaves that fell into his mouth, and grabbed the soft ground with both hands and crawled forward little by little. A distance of a few meters is like a world away. The sweat on his forehead was dripping down, and his body was prostrating. It was as if he had been beaten with a stick on his head, and he was about to crack at any moment. The fog was still steaming, and the entire sinkhole was dead silent.

The scrivener is like a fish thrown into the desert, struggling desperately but unable to change its fate. I can't die, I must wake up my brothers! Grabbing the soft soil with both hands, he moved forward little by little, gritted his teeth, and struggled to stand up with all his strength. He stumbled to the nearest Gong Da Niu and planted himself on Lao Gong.

Gong Daniu was woken up alive and stared at the foaming scrivener with his eyes. "Old man, what's the matter with you?" He wanted to push the scrivener open, but when he stretched out his hand, he found that his hands could not exert any strength, and there was foam in his mouth.

"We were poisoned, it was miasma. Fast...... Wake everyone up. The scrivener said to Gong Daniu.

After all, Lao Gong is not a loser in strength, and he is also poisoned, and his symptoms are milder than those of the scrivener. He tried his best to push the scrivener off himself, fumbled for the kettle next to him, and took a sip of water and sprayed it on the face of the scrivener. It worked, and the headache was relieved. The scrivener used the same method to spray water on Gong Daniu's face. The two of them stood up with each other and went their separate ways to wake the others.

This was a difficult process, Lao Gong staggered and fell on Lu Shuting, smashing Lao Lu awake. There was a kettle beside Lao Lu, Gong Daniu drank it and sprayed it on Lu Shuting's face, which was very effective, and Lao Lu suddenly sobered up a lot. Lu Shuting used the same method to spray Gong Daniu with water, trying to keep his consciousness awake. Then he walked up to Kong Zhaoqiang, and without saying a word, he sprayed a face of water first. Lao Kong woke up from his coma.