Chapter 5: The Man in the Sarcophagus

I took a few deep breaths and covered the wound on my neck, the pain gradually disappeared, my wound healed, and only when my heart beat was stable did I speak: "Are you a man or a woman?" ”

I heard heavy breathing around me, and it took a long time for him to answer me, "Man." ”

"Why do you live in a place like this? It's so eerie......"

We all calmed down, and I could feel him lying not far away.

"There are no eerie places, only eerie people."

"You're talking about yourself?"

He didn't answer, and I heard a faint sigh.

There was silence between us, only the slight breathing of each other.......

After a long time, he asked me a question: "Did the person who brought you here explain anything to you?" ”

I pondered carefully, but my mind went blank......

"I don't remember anyone bringing me here...... You give me some time to think about it......" I told him the truth, but I don't know if he believed it or not......

"The world is so big, there is only one person who buries me......" he said calmly, although he did not feel any sadness, but every word was sad in his heart. I listened quietly, I turned my head in his direction, and said to him calmly: "It's not all sad, someone buried you, it means that someone cares about you." And, I can tell, you're longing for someone to care about you......"

"Don't speculate, if you say the wrong thing, I'll kill you."

His tone was not murderous at all, and even if he said it severely, I didn't believe he could kill me.

"By the way, I remembered, that man told me to wake up the people in the sarcophagus, and he would come back to us." I'm glad that I've finally remembered something, and my mind isn't empty......

"He didn't say where to go?"

"Nope."

"Can you help me up?" His tone softened a lot, and I suddenly felt that my status had improved a lot, and the person who sent me here must have a good status, and I was respected by people with good words when I got a little light...... I smiled secretly and groped my way closer to him, trying to hold him by the arm and lift him up, but I couldn't find his arm, I felt his chest, followed his chest to his shoulder, but I still couldn't find the arm......

"Why can't I find your arm?" I wondered.

He was silent for a while, and replied in a low voice: "I don't have an arm...... I heard the resentment of forbearance, so I didn't ask much, picked him up, and then put my back against him, and supported him to stand up, he had a broad chest, a tall figure, and when he stood in front of me completely, although I couldn't see him clearly, but for no reason, it gave me a sense of intimidation......

"That wall is a sarcophagus, and you are the person in that sarcophagus?" I realized it in hindsight, and I was terrified......

"Are you scared?" I couldn't see his expression, but I was sure he must be taunting me......

I turned away from him, and before I could take a step, I was knocked to the ground by something heavy: "This ...... What is this, it's so heavy......" I coughed a few times and couldn't turn over.....

"I'm sorry...... I'm not used to not having arms ......"

Without arms, he lost his balance, and he was helpless when he fell to the ground...... In front of me, a stranger, I must have also filed my dignity...... I'm sorry three words stuck in my heart like a needle......

"I'll help you up......" I struggled to crawl out from under him, picked him up, and then I clutched his empty sleeve: "I'll help you find your way where you're going, and if you're going to fall, fall on me." ”

"You're taking pity on me?"

"Nope. I'm helping you. ”

I heard a small laugh, faint but strong enough to hold up the dawn in my heart......

"Thank you." He said.

I don't know why I'm so happy to hear these three words, maybe it's the feeling of being needed, it's so good.

I took him by the hand, and he showed the way, and we just helped each other and groped our way to the exit of the cave.

The entrance to the cave is narrow, and the light pierces through the hole, and we all avoid it...... After spending a long time in the dark, the light can stab the eyes, even if we used to live under the light......