After rising more than ten meters, and gradually approaching the top of the crack, the bats gave up the pursuit of the scrivener box and swooped down and disappeared into the darkness. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The info scrivener let out a long breath and hung the scimitar and chain back to his waist, clutching the rope with both hands. The whole body was numb, even the brain began to numb, and the narcotic substance secreted by the bat was working. This is not a good sign, and if you overdo it, you will likely fall off.

The person above was also in a hurry, and the rope went up at a very fast speed, and finally pulled the person up. The moment you hit the ground with your feet, the scrivener felt as if you had returned to the world from hell, lying on the ground and never wanting to move again. There are tiny blood holes on the hands, neck, and scalp all over the place, all of which are the work of bats. The rescued American GIs began to treat the scrivener, first disinfecting the wound and then applying stab medicine.

There are not a lot of medicines to carry, and the scrivener box is not allowed to be excessively wasted, leaving it for use when it is needed most. He stared at the rope on the ground in a daze, where did he get this equipment. The rope is very thin, thinner than a child's little finger, but it is very strong and can withstand the weight of five people, and it is not an ordinary thing at first glance.

"Where did this thing come from?" The scrivener asked, feeling much better after the wound was disinfected, but the numbness was still there.

"It's his." The little monkey said, pointing to the American GIs. "Speaking of which, I would like to thank him for saving you with this rope." The little monkey said again.

Thanks to him? The scrivener pouted, if it wasn't for saving him, he wouldn't be like this.

The American soldier was embarrassed when he saw the expression of the scrivener's pout, he knew what was going on. "My name is Jim. Stephen. Lieutenant Colonel of the Air Force of the Pacific Theater of America. He introduced himself.

The expression of the scrivener's pouting suddenly froze, Air Force Lieutenant Colonel? How is this possible! According to the rank of the US military, a lieutenant colonel is at least a regiment commander or even a brigade commander. He suspected that he had misheard, or that the other party had said the wrong thing. "Say it again." Scrivener said in a skeptical tone.

Jim was a little stunned, thinking that the other party didn't hear clearly, so he slowed down and spoke again. This time the scrivener believed it, no matter how unreliable the other party was, he would not joke about his military rank. He patted Jim on the shoulder, "Dude, it's nice to meet you." While speaking, there was an unreal feeling in my heart, and the regimental officer of the dignified US army just let himself pat his shoulder very casually?

Jim also kindly patted the scrivener on the shoulder, "I'm glad to meet you too." He pointed to another American GI who had been unconscious, and said, "He's my buddy, Major Jera." ”

The scrivener box is straight to the teeth, another US military officer, how can it be so unreal. He turned his head to look at Lu Shuting, this guy simply knocked people unconscious, if he knew that he was at the rank of major, would he dare to do it? The scrivener said to the little monkey in a stern tone: "Don't be stunned, hurry up and wake people up." ”

The little monkey was in a hurry, pinching and spraying cold water, and soon it had an effect, and Gera woke up.

"Old generation, what's the matter, why are you so polite to the Yankees?" Kong Zhaoqiang asked in a low voice, in fact, he didn't have to be so careful, no matter how loud the other party couldn't understand.

"A lieutenant colonel and a major, do you think you should be polite?"

Kong Zhaoqiang shrunk his neck, "Is it so evil?" ”

The scrivener didn't bother to pay attention to him, kneading his body and talking to Jim. It's the middle of the night, and the stone statues are very strange, so it's best not to touch them at night. From the conversation, the old generation learned something about Jim and Gera, and the two also entered here through the stone statues, but they didn't see any chains, but went down with ropes themselves. After going down, they have been unlucky, first they encountered vampire bats, and the two ran desperately to get out of danger, and they were separated. Jim wandered in the dark, and after a few days and nights, he strayed into the lair of the humanoid monster and escaped with nine deaths. He had seen humanoid monsters chasing bat cubs for food, and he had tried to eat them driven by hunger, but the smell was unbearable, and he wouldn't touch them if he wasn't particularly hungry.

Jim retched a few times unconsciously when he said this, obviously with a big psychological shadow. Although Gerala woke up, she still had mental problems, repeating the words: Mine, mine, all mine. Only the scrivener and Lu Shuting knew the meaning of this sentence, but the two had an agreement not to disclose the matter of ivory for the time being.

The scrivener also briefly recounted his own experience, deliberately removing the ivory part.

Jim thanked him again, and the Chinese soldiers couldn't help but save his life, as well as Jera's life. Gera was normal when they got apart, and she didn't know what happened to him, and she became like this.

The night is very cool, and the temperature difference is particularly large in the same sinkhole. Little Monkey, Gong Daniu, and Kong Zhaoqiang have been surrounding Lu Shuting and listening to him talk about the following experience. Lao Lu is not good at talking, but he just expressed the simple experience, and naturally deliberately removed the ivory part.

Gong Da Niu sighed, as if he had missed a good show, he really wanted to see what the humanoid monster looked like, and he didn't believe that he could carry a submachine gun.

It wasn't until midnight that everyone fell asleep one after another, leaving Little Monkey, Gong Daniu, and Kong Zhaoqiang to take turns on duty at night. The scrivener was lying on the ground pondering what had happened in the day, it was so strange that it was like a dream. The humanoid monster and vampire bats were put aside, and the focus was on the ivory, the hill-like elephant bones were too shocking, and the bones of many elephants were piled up. He didn't know if Jim had deliberately hidden the contents of the ivory, and even if he really didn't know about the ivory, the truth would still be revealed once Gera returned to normal. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at Jera, who was not far away.

Gera was also asleep, and her mouth was talking nonsense from time to time, and it seemed that she would not be able to recover for a while. The old generation remembered another group of people on the top of the mountain, although they were attacked by vampire bats, it was difficult to say that they couldn't go down. It was right above the ivory pile, and you will find it once you go down. Who are these people? British, American, Chinese, or Japanese?

The scrivener creates a sense of powerlessness, and the secret of ivory seems difficult to keep. However, he still didn't want to reveal it from his mouth, this matter was extremely restrictive, and his intuition told him that if he leaked it, he would be burned. He thought of Jim and Gera again, who had landed here in a plane crash as they said. Or is there something else going on? The old generation disagreed with the statement of the forced landing, and there were all kinds of signs that there was something wrong inside, but Jim refused to say it.

In the second half of the night, the fog began to rise, and the miasma spread, reaching a peak at dawn. The five people in the scrivener box were prepared in advance, and after catching ants on the trunk, they were killed first and put in their pockets. After a long journey and crawling, it was difficult to find it in the pockets of the clothes, and the little things had long since lost their original shape, and became something like rotten wood slag. A few people picked every corner of their pockets, and finally accumulated a small handful, which looked like the residue of Chinese medicine in the palm of their hands.