Ye Han's eyes lit up, and he lifted the insect shell the size of the pot lid: "Old Bian, I found it!" ”

"What?" The violinist was stunned and took the carapace, looked up and down a few times, and found nothing wrong. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Here!" Ye Han pointed to the bite marks on the edge of the carapace, "The jaws of the giant insect are more than a meter long, and the bite marks are more than this, so it is basically certain that this bite mark comes from the fist ant!" ”

"There's a fist ant in the hole!" The violinist was in good spirits, and his gaze was full of eagerness when he looked at the carapace.

"It's hard to say, but the odds are definitely better than those sewers ahead." Ye Han said cautiously.

"Then what are you waiting for, hurry up and sprinkle pheromones!" The luthier couldn't wait to urge.

"Not yet." Ye Han shook his head, "We only have a bottle of pheromones, and we must see boxing ants to ensure that the pheromones work." ”

"Then hurry up, go back early, I'm fed up with this damn place!" The luthier said loudly.

Ye Han glanced at the pianist in surprise: "Don't say that you have claustrophobia." ”

"I don't have that idiot problem!" The luthier said angrily, "I just don't like to stay underground!" ”

"Then you'd better hurry up and get used to it." Ye Han said, the first one walked into the depths of the cave, and the others followed one after another, everyone's eyes were wide, for fear of missing the fist ants that might appear at any time, and their behavior was quite successful or bad.

The further down he went, the higher the temperature, the more he went down, the more he crossed the fork in the road, and he had to stop frequently to leave marks, in order to prevent the marks from being blurred, Ye Han not only penetrated the saber deep into the earthen wall, but also made three marks for each fork.

If you say important things three times, you will naturally have to make three important signs.

The slope of the ground is large and small for a while, and the steepest place can even reach fifty or sixty degrees, after more than ten forks, the originally simple hole has completely become a criss-crossing maze, even if there is a compass to point to, several people began to have signs of disorientation.

Ye Han originally drew a mark at the entrance of which road he entered, but at this point, the route he had traveled in a single drawing could no longer reassure him, and he had to draw marks on other intersections that he had not walked before he dared to move forward.

The scale of the giant cockroach's nest was much larger than expected, and the more the pianist walked, the more worried he became, watching the data on the barometric altimeter continue to decrease, he seemed to be gradually sinking into the abyss, and swallowed nervously and said, "We are all more than fifty meters underground, and we are still going down?" ”

The fire control system of power armor requires altitude to calculate the trajectory, so there is a barometric altimeter on the armor that can roughly measure the altitude of the location.

"Go on." Ye Han then corrected, "Also, it is minus fifty meters above sea level, not fifty meters underground, there is a difference." ”

"Isn't it?" The pianist's brain buzzed, "What is the altitude of Linyi?" ”

"The average is more than two hundred, and our current location is almost three hundred meters underground." Ye Han said softly.

"Why don't we take a few more forks in the road?" The luthier suggested apprehensively.

Several people turned their heads in unison and looked at the pianist suspiciously, and the pianist's heart beat violently: "What are you all looking at me for?" ”

Ye Han asked solemnly: "Lao Bian, tell me honestly, do you have claustrophobia?" ”

"Probably not, I didn't even hear this name from you today." The luthier replied.

"And what are you nervous about?" Ye Han asked puzzled.

"I'm not nervous, I just feel too unsafe." The luthier explained weakly.

"Lao Bian, you're not in the right state, do you need to go back to the car to rest for a while?" Ye Han asked worriedly.

The situation of the violinist is very abnormal, if it continues like this, Ding Mo and Xiao Yuan, who originally didn't feel anything, will be made nervous by him.

The violinist looked back at the dark cave and shook his head with difficulty: "No need, I can still hold on!" "The dark cave glows faintly green on the green night vision screen, and it looks like the devil is summoning.

He said it easily on the surface, but in his heart he kept telling himself: I am a soldier, a soldier, a soldier! I have nothing to fear, nothing to fear, nothing to fear!

However, self-hypnosis could not overcome the instinct that came from the depths of his heart, and the pressure brought to him by those seemingly ordinary caves was no worse than the coverage of artillery fire that was about to be smashed on his head.

The violinist knew in his heart that he probably really had the phobia that Ye Han said...... Very slight kind.

Ye Han pursed his lips: "No, let's go back." As he said this, his legs opened and continued to go down.

The luthier gritted his teeth and followed, but his eyes wandered around, as if he was worried that a prehistoric monster would suddenly pop out of the darkness.

He really wanted to stop the mission and return to the ground, but Ye Han agreed to return by himself at most, thinking about the feeling of walking alone in the hole, he had a feeling of cold hair, but it was more secure to be with other people.

"Don't worry, it's okay." Ye Han comforted softly as he walked, "The hibernation temperature of ants seems to be seven or eight degrees above zero, and the ambient temperature here is more than ten degrees, if there are fist ants, there must be a ...... discovery."

"What's that!" Xiao Yuan suddenly let out a strange scream.

Several people looked ahead together, only to see a person lying on the ground seven or eight meters away, like a weightless ghost floating motionlessly and slowly.

The original state of the violinist was not very good, but when he witnessed this scene, the cold hair that stood up exploded instantly, and he subconsciously picked up the grenade launcher.

Ye Han hurriedly stopped: "Don't shoot, look down!" ”

The violinist just wanted to blast that thing into slag, and he didn't want to listen to Ye Han at all, but his eyes instinctively moved to the person's body, and he unexpectedly saw that the person's body was covered with dense thin legs.

The pianist's brain had already gotten into the tip of the horns, and he instinctively blurted out a sentence: "Is this a jing?" ”

Ye Han rolled his eyes, and simply turned on his headlamp: "What's the essence, it's an ant, an ant!" The ants who were caught by the bright light were a little flustered, and the ants immediately accelerated, but none of the ants moved alone from the large group.

Only then did the violinist notice that the legs were not on the man's body, but a group of fist ants supporting the man, and in addition to the ants supporting the man, there were also a few lone fist ants behind.

The lights on the power armor were bright, and the snow-white beam shone on the man's face, and everyone could see that it was a man in his thirties, wearing a dark gray suit with small lapels and a twill tie around his neck.

The man's expression was as stiff as a clay wood carving, and he didn't react to the light on his face. (To be continued.) )