Chapter 327: The Corpse in the Rotten Mud [Asking for a Monthly Pass, Asking for a Subscription]
The howls of the storm mingled with the cries of madmen, and the small island crumbled under its rage, and the hearts of those who had escaped were shaken.
Their eyes were beaten by the wind and rain and it was difficult to open them, and some of the scenes that could be vaguely seen were like mirages.
Everything around is distorted, like a person with severe myopia who loses his glasses and puts them back on, and the illusion and reality gradually overlap in one place. This distortion of space seems to transport them to another world, or perhaps this is what this place is.
"Oh my god......"
"Where have we been?"
"Is it the island that Jack Wells said it was?"
When everyone's vision became clear, there was a sudden shock.
The storm stopped at some point, and the surrounding scene was different, no longer the small desert island that could be seen at a glance, it was not clear whether it was an island or a mainland, because there were hills in the distance, and in front of it was a wasteland with sparse vegetation.
And where they were, had turned into a black swamp on the shore, and the sight of Wells was all in sight, and the stench was in the air, and several lifeboats were stranded, and there were all kinds of corpses, fish corpses, beast corpses, and ......
The bodies of those who had just died in the waves were half-exposed in the black sludge, their heads and upper bodies were already rotting, as if they had been bitten by something.
But the faces of these people are still vaguely recognizable, and their bulging eyes carry the great fear of death, and they don't know what they have faced.
"No, Elena! No ......" The silence was broken by an exclamation, but it was Karen Douglas, a member of the British Nation, who had not been in charge of guarding the coast before, but his girlfriend was, and several other acquaintances, all of whom were now standing there as a half-decomposed corpse.
Such panicked out-of-control cries rang out all around, and Karen Douglas was not the only one who had lost his lover and friend.
At a glance, there were dozens of corpses.
Even the elites of all countries are human beings, and this kind of mental impact has exceeded the capacity of some people...... Less than five minutes ago, everyone was talking and laughing together, but in the blink of an eye, it was like this...... Death struck so suddenly.
"It's you, bastard!" Karen Douglas's face flushed with grief and indignation, and he slammed his fist at Gu Jun over there, "Why didn't you say it earlier!" ”
The mire held him back, and before his fist could be swung out, Gu Jun slammed his fist on the person's face, "Hold him down!" ”
Karen Douglas was almost knocked down by a punch, and the people around him were a little surprised, this Gu Jun's fist was really ruthless......
And Xue Ba, Mo Qing and several other strong men had already stepped forward to hold down this guy who was still yelling uncontrollably, Gu Jun said in a deep voice: "Uncle Dan, give me stability!" ”
The supplies of the problem team were almost all saved, and several medical boxes were there, which contained a large number of psychiatric drugs.
Lou Xiaoning was so anxious that he scolded in Chinese: "Didn't I tell you, let you have fewer people in the hotel, just let you all come over, does anyone listen." So many people died, and we didn't want to! But we are not to blame. Catherine listened to what the peacock said and translated it into English.
The surrounding shearwater and other personnel were silent, and only the other three people in the British team were still alive, and they all had no idea, "Then you want it?" ”
"Ahh......h
"He needs to be calm." Gu Jun paid attention to the wording, and did not say the words "mental breakdown, need drug control", because in the current situation, it would also cause psychological hints to others, and it would easily lead to those who were already on the verge of collapse also being crushed.
As soon as Uncle Dan put the liquid on the medicine, he took the syringe, picked up the sleeve of the British man's right hand, and injected it into the vein on the inside of his little arm.
He didn't blame Karen Douglas for losing control, the guy had just lost too much. In his place, he didn't know if he would break down.
There are still many doctors and psychiatrists who are still alive around, and they all know what is going on and take care of their teammates.
It was not just one person who clearly needed medication, but they were also taken away from their weapons, injected with diazepam, and then placed in centralized custody. These people are likely to develop PTSD and will need a lot of psychotherapy if they make it back alive. But in any case, it can't be messed up now.
After two or three minutes of diazepam, Karen Douglas calmed down and stopped screaming, but as if he had lost his soul, the doctor spoke to him and asked him how he felt, and he just shook his head. The other people who had beaten Valium were almost like this, in a trance.
But at the same time, the captains and vice-captains of various countries cheered up with the team members who were in good spirits, salvaged supplies, and counted the number of people.
When the inventory was completed, everyone sighed for themselves, and there were 172 people who landed on the island, and only 109 people are still alive.
In the space-distorting storm just now, 63 people died. Of the 109 people, 17 had a nervous breakdown, so 92 people were able to move.
On the other hand, all 25 members of the Tianji Bureau survived, and all of them were in good condition, and they were the only ones whose troops had not suffered casualties.
"What about the remains?" Grant Bell asked Gu Jun, "How do you clean it up?" ”
Now everyone understands that it is better to listen to what Gu Jun and his gang have to say about everything.
Only 45 bodies have been found in the vicinity, so 18 people are actually missing, perhaps under the swamp or elsewhere. And those bodies are all mired in the mire under their waists, and it is not easy to clean them out, and it is not a matter if they are not cleaned up.
Because they have chosen to set up their base camp on the adjacent plains for the time being, if they are not cleaned up, the corpses will continue to cause psychological stress on all of them.
The reason why he didn't set up camp elsewhere was because this was the lifeboat grounding site, where Jack Wells used to be safe, and from where he later escaped, he returned to the original world.
What the hell is this place?
Gu Jun didn't know, but it was definitely not a dream.
It's not just that there is a difference in feeling, their guns, weapons, supplies and other things are still there, and there are a lot of items on their bodies, this is a different dimension.
The sea, the swamps, the plains, the mountains, these different environments are so naturally connected.
Jack Wells had brought original and photocopies of the information that said it took four days to walk west to reach the highest hill. There was a river running through the other side of the hill, and the stone tablet with strange writing and reliefs was on the opposite side of the mountain, where Dagon also appeared.
Such a large place, such a long time, with so many sick people, and the radio equipment still working, seemed to require a base camp, divided into two teams, one to guard the camp and the other to go to the hills.
Does that really mean the case? Gu Jun looked around and thought silently.
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