The fog is too thick to be a good thing for us to discern our direction. www.biquge.info I don't know if they found out, and we walked around and walked around with a sour and returned to the place where the kangaroo was roasted.

"Someone," Shiratori said, pointing to the fire charcoal on the ground.

I slapped him on the back of the head with my hand and said, "This is whether we burned well or not." ”

He moved the kangaroo bones on the ground with his foot and said, "No wonder it looks so familiar."

"Why" Most people are asking the same question, why are we back where we are. I've read or heard about things like this, where a person keeps coming back to the same place in the forest, and I always think that the writers are fooling the reader.

Now that I believe it, it's really a labyrinth. We lost our bearings.

The old black turned his hope to the Germans.

He said, "What's going on, German." ”

"He's not a compass," Shiratori teased.

"Hell yes," even the Germans began to be disappointed.

"It's a death now, I can't die a hundred and a half tosses, and now I'm trapped and dead" Shiratori is more like gloating.

"Don't panic, everyone, wait for the fog to clear before we leave," he said to everyone. In desperation, we could only stop in the Valley of Ghosts, and the white bird and the old black and a few rough men walked again, they were unwilling to lose their direction like this, and they still came back in the same way. They even tried to go back, but they never went again

"Can't get out," Shiratori said seriously. I chose an open space and sat down, and although we walked together, the crowd split into four or five. Shiratori, Lao Hei, German, usually sit by me, so that Lao Xiang met Shiratori and there was another one, and the two Japanese have always been two together. The other big bosses are in a pile, and the women are in a bunch. Little Coconut always follows his mother.

"Little coconut, come here," said Lao Hei, picking up a piece of bark and throwing it away, leaning on his mother's little coconut.

"No," said Little Cocon. "Little one, come here," said Kan Hei again. The little coconut picked up the bark that Lao Hei had thrown and threw it back, and said angrily, "Don't call me little one"

"Yo, don't call you what the little guy is called," said the old black with a smile.

"It's called a little coconut," he said

We didn't know each other's real names because no one ever mentioned it, and it's true that no one wanted to mention it.

People with new names are pronounced in Chinese, and they're happy to call us by their names, and I can't figure out why. Over time, we have developed this tacit understanding. "Okay, little coconut for me," the old black finally compromised. But the little coconut doesn't give face.

He said, "No one can command me except my hero brother, including you, a black Filipino."

I was laughing as I watched it.

"You don't come, I'm going to go," said the old black and ran over.

Lao Hei and Little Cocout, you chased after me, and spent an afternoon happily. Their play also made us feel happy.

The Germans lit a fire at noon, which he said he would save for the evening. He was a man who prepared for a rainy day, but then every time he lit a fire, he had to cut a small piece of cotton from my clothes, and I thought I would soon be as shirtless as old black. Around the fire we slept peacefully all night. It was as if I heard a voice shouting in my sleep.

"The spider is gone," the spider's friend, the Han woman, shouted.

"Hero, hero" in the haze I saw the white bird waking me up.

"What's the matter?" I sat up and stretched.

"What is the Spaniard yelling" I forgot to tell you that Shiratori only speaks two languages, the first is of course Mandarin, and the second is Northeast Mandarin, so he can't understand what the Han woman is saying.

"She said her friend spider was gone," I explained. "Oh," Shiratori suddenly seemed to realize. When the Han woman woke up, she couldn't see her friends who had taken care of him all the way, so she screamed in panic.

"What's going on?" I asked her.

She said that when she woke up, she found that the spider sleeping next to her was gone, and at first she thought that the spider was convenient, but she woke up for so long and did not see it back.

I know something is going to happen, something must be going to happen, judging by my status as a person who has been trained outside the night, something happened to the spider.

"Come here," I called Shiratori.

"What's the matter" he was reluctant, he knew that I must have sent him some task again.

"Help find Spider Girl," I said briefly.

"Oh," he replied simply, and turned to leave.

"Wait, I'll go too, take Lao Hei and a few big guys." I stopped him.

"Old Black, there's something to do when you're gone" Shiratori kicked Lao Hei who was sleeping on the ground with his foot, and he slept like a big word, making people feel that he slept comfortably. I looked around, and the Germans were the most particular about sleeping, and he picked a big tree, and since he slept on the trunk, he looked like a birdman.

"What are you doing," Lao Hei flipped up. "Someone is missing, and the hero tells us to look for it," Shiratori said.

"Looking for people, the water doesn't call"

"Black**"

"Alright then" In the end, it was only the three of us who decided to go find the spider. The fog was also heavy in the morning, and I haven't been able to see the sun yet. The bushes were sprinkled with dew, and we walked through the jungle, our clothes stained with dew, and we were all wet. We searched carefully for not a single bush, not a single corner. I kept shouting the spider's name, hoping she would hear it. After searching for a while, I still couldn't find the spider.

"Look," Shiratori made a discovery.

On the ground was a woman's sneaker, pink, so dirty that it was hard to see what it looked like. If I'm not mistaken, the shoes were supposed to fall from a spider's feet. "Whose shoes?" Lao Hei came over and asked.

"Spider"

I say.

"It's not quite right," said Hei.

I nodded and looked around, the fog was still too thick to see anything.

"Go," I said

"Go there"

"Go back"

We couldn't find the spider in the end, some said she was lost, others said she was eaten by something. In short, the spider disappeared around us like a ghost. Unable to find the spider, the group of us was once again in a state of panic. And the spider's friend looks decadent as a whole, like a withered flower