In fact, if I put what I see into a normal space, it is actually just an ordinary phenomenon, the cold light reflected by the metal due to the illumination of light.

It's strange to say that it's strange because of the environment I'm in, as long as the human eye is not night blindness caused by a lack of vitamin A, in other cases, the adaptation to the dark is very fast, and in the wilderness there is natural sky light, even in a fully enclosed room, you will see the outline of the object in a short time.

But I'm in a very different environment, you can try to put your fingers together, press the end of your palm against the eye socket, the darkness you can see is the darkness I can see at this moment, but it stands to reason that there must be a light source to cause reflection, in such a dark situation, as long as there is a little bit of light I can perceive, such as the reflection of the metal piece just now.

I couldn't sit still anymore because of the biting cold on the ground, and I groped around to find a dead vine that fell on the ground, as a crutch for the blind to explore the way, but the vines on the ground were very strong, and there was no intention for me to break it off, and it didn't die and fall on the ground.

I didn't know if I was claustrophobic, but I didn't dare to close my eyes when I was showering or washing my hair, and when I closed my eyes, or in the mirror in front of me, or behind me. It was full of people, and the feeling was unimaginable.

I tried my best to observe my surroundings, but I didn't feel anything other than a sense of emptiness, and it seems that some people say that when one feeling disappears, the other sensation increases. It does not work in the case of a brief disappearance.

I wandered in the darkness like an old man playing Tai Chi in the square, groping around. After a few turns, the air seems to be more biting, I am wearing a professional outdoor jacket, and there is a warm inner tank inside, although it is a plateau, it is still a subtropical climate, not to mention that it is only the end of summer. Now I'm shivering from the cold, and it's not much like falling into an ice cave.

Just as I was about to sit down for a break, my hand touched a cold, cold object, which didn't frighten me, the texture of the thing was as rough as a vine.

I held the thing, and it felt like a single vine, roughly as thick as my arm, and I felt down the vine, less than half the length of my palm, as if I had touched the end of the vine. The vine seems to have branched. Five branches.

In the next half second, I must have made a very pompous gesture, but fortunately it was dark and no one saw it, and when I touched the five branches of the vine, I already felt that something was wrong. But I didn't really think any further, and when I touched the ends of a few of the branches, the hairs stood on end all over my body.

At the end of the vine branches, there is something slender and flat, and it is clear that the human fingernails are too long and uncared for, causing them to curl naturally. The five branches and the thick vines that went out of the branch were also a withered arm.

I had imagined what it would look like with such arms, and I had the pleasure of seeing the remains of ancient dried corpses in glass cases in museums, some of which had fingernails like this. In some monster novels, it is often found that the corpse dies without decaying, and the hair and nails will grow after being put into the coffin, and the long time can be tens of years longer.

Who would have thought that I would hold hands with a dried corpse in such a strange situation, and after shaking my hand away, I tripped over myself and sat on the ground, and when I fell to the ground, I touched another strange thing, it was not as rough as a vine, and I knew what it was when I picked it up.

I picked up a tin flashlight with a battery twenty or thirty years ago, and I was surprised, how could there be such a thing in this place, not to mention the previous things, in the forty or fifty years since this flashlight appeared, there were still people who came to this place? Or is this flashlight from the dead guy just now?

I fumbled on the flashlight a few times and found the switch, the switch was very hard, I pushed it a few times before pushing it up, I didn't report any hope that the flashlight could be turned on, but after a push, it turned on.

The dim light flickered a few times and stabilized, the light was not very bright, but I was still flashed by the sudden light, and I was busy rubbing my eyes to ease up. The flashlight didn't illuminate the surroundings as I had hoped, and the light was radiating from this old-fashioned tin flashlight. It doesn't have the penetrating power of the kind of outdoor wolf-eye flashlight we are equipped with.

There was a gray fog all around, and visibility was less than a meter. I'm a little puzzled that this flashlight still has that silver patent leather. This humid space is not embroidered at all, and why is that corpse also a dry corpse.

Puzzled, I took two steps forward, and a completely standing corpse stood in front of me with its back against it. The corpse was wearing a cyan Tibetan robe, with bare arms and calves. The fog under your feet is so thick that you can't see clearly, so you shouldn't be wearing shoes. The bronzed, withered skin is thin and wrinkled. At the end is a ghost-like claw.

At this time, the light of the flashlight flashed twice but did not go out, and the strange atmosphere was created by the flickering of the light, I took a step forward to see his face, and stepped out, and another dried corpse came out of the mist illuminated by the light, and the dry corpse was roughly similar to the previous one, and I was frightened by the sudden appearance of the dry corpse.

At this moment, a bad thought came to my mind, and without thinking about it, I went to verify it, and took a step further, and a third dried corpse emerged from the mist, and I continued to walk forward, another dried corpse. However, the costume is no longer like the previous style of the cyan Tibetan robe, although the style is different, it should also be a kind of Tibetan costume. Looking at the degree of the old and the new, it is also much older than the previous two.

I went around in a big circle, and finally confirmed that there were eight rows and eight columns in this piece alone, and the rest of the place was still chaos, and I didn't look again, but there was a strange place about these dried corpses, and there was one missing in the last row. There were only seven dried corpses, and I couldn't figure it out for a moment.

I thought, "This won't be for me." I smiled wryly, "You guys are so sweet." "The flashlight didn't last long, and it began to flicker and flicker. I didn't want to be in the dark with all these things all around, and I had to find a new light source before the flashlight went out.

But finding a flashlight was obviously impossible, so I looked around the corpses to see if I could find anything.

The face of the dried corpse had been deflated, and a layer of dry skin was attached to the skeleton, looking a bit like the skull monster before, and then thinking about it, where were the skull monsters that were swallowed in. I still had some lingering apprehensions about those things, and when I looked around and saw that there was no movement, I continued to rummage through the dried corpses.

Fortunately, the corpse did not smell, but my hands were greasy on the Tibetan robe, and I don't know how long I had been here.

I searched for a row in a row, but there was nothing that could be used to ignite the fire, mostly pendant jewelry and other jewelry, and a few strings of yellowish beads that had turned black, I don't know what they were. Now I know how illiterate I was, it was a string of fine beeswax.

When I rummaged through the first dried corpse in the next row, I found that there was something silvery white stuck to his belt, and when I squatted down, I saw that the buckle of the belt had been peeled, and the outer side of the leather was black, but the inside was shining silver by the light. It looked like the silver foil had fallen off from the belt.

When I was about to get up and leave, I remembered an outdoor life-saving program I had seen, he used the tin foil in the cigarette box to make thin flakes in the middle and thick on both sides, and the two ends were connected to the battery, and the middle would emit high temperature due to a short circuit, so that the ignition could be ignited.

Silver also conducts electricity, and I have batteries in this flashlight. I wonder if this silver foil will work? I wiped the water from my forehead and carefully tore off the silver foil from my belt buckle. But to do so, I had to turn off the lights for a while, and I was in a dilemma.

I gritted my teeth and said give it a try, otherwise the battery will run out of power and it will really have to be with these dry meat stations, fortunately, there are a lot of ignitions here, and the inside of the Tibetan robe is genuine wool, because it should be too long, I pulled it and fell off a large handful. It's all a dry corpse, and I won't be polite to it. After a while, I got a lot of them.

Squatting down and tearing the silver foil into small strips, pinching a piece of the middle with a fingernail to make the middle part thinner, this operation I carried out lightly, I was afraid that if I used force, the silver foil would break apart.

I twisted the back cover of the flashlight, and the surroundings returned to darkness, and sure enough, the flashlight was the thick dry battery I imagined. I clamped the two ends of the silver foil with my fingers on the positive and negative poles of the battery, and the thin part in the middle of the silver foil suddenly turned red, but it went out again in less than a second, and then I pinched it tightly and no longer lit.

I put the battery back in and found that the middle of the silver foil had burned out, the conductivity of this thing was too good, and the melting point was too low. But the good thing is that I still have half of the silver foil, which is concocted in the same way as last time, but this time I just pinched the middle a few times to make it thinner, and the middle was red for a long time when I turned on the power, and I quickly put it on the wool, and in an instant the flame burned.

As the flames grew larger, the surrounding space was illuminated, and then a stench of burning proteins filled the air.