Chapter 4 Traces

As the ice crystal space cracked, an incalculable crack suddenly appeared on the ice sheet above Lake Navostok, and everyone at the temporary base only felt a slight tremor coming from the 10,000-year-old ice under their feet.

"There won't be an earthquake!" Yan Ling muttered, and the sound of wind and snow outside seemed to be slowly weakening.

"It's slowly getting weaker!" Li Guohua listened carefully, "It's not as big as just now!" Then he heard Yan Ling's muttering and laughed: "Haha, the thickness of the ice sheet here is calculated in kilometers, and the movement of the earth's crust in Antarctica has been very stable for tens of millions of years, you can rest assured." ”

"That's good, I just don't know how to ...... Brother Leng"

"Leng Qi should be fine," Li Guohua comforted: "That kid doesn't look like a nerd, but a monkey spirit!" ”

"But the blizzard just now was really scary!" Thinking of the overwhelming wind and snow sweeping in with the aura of destruction, Yan Ling had palpitations, "Why didn't we find out when we came out before?" ”

"This ......" Li Guohua thought about it and didn't know how to answer, but Trove on the side interjected: "There are many times in the Antarctic where the barometer deviates, but this small deviation will have unpredictable consequences here, this is Antarctica, it is an unprecedented place to explore, although human beings are the masters of this planet, but this master knows less than 50% of the things at home, and we can't predict the natural thinking, we can only take precautions." ”

"The birth of human beings is only a million years, and the history of mankind is only about 8,000 years, which is not even a skin for the earth, which has a lifespan of 4.6 billion years."

"When the blizzard weakens in a while, I'll go down and take a look!" Li Hemu said solemnly, he has always been worried about Leng Qi, the child.

"Done!" Trove could understand his old friend's feelings, "I'll arrange for someone to go down with you when you're weaker!" ”

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On the other side, in the bottomless ice cave, there was a faint sound of breathing from the darkness, Leng Qi opened his eyes and found that he was lying on the ground, he sat up and found that he had multiple falls on his body, the third rib under the left rib was broken, the soft tissue contusion at the joints of both legs, the dislocation of the wrist of the right hand was not very serious, the most serious was a phalanx bone, which was located at the phalanx of the original index finger of the right hand, and there was a tearing pain, Leng Qi touched the lighting facility on his head, and found that it was still intact on his head, In the face of such a state, he was already very happy in his heart.

I'm glad I survived.

So he turned on the light, and saw that his right index finger showed a distorted angle, so he gritted his teeth, and a crisp bone sound sounded in the faint light.

"Shhh A large gulp of cold air was inhaled into his lungs by Leng Qi, "I don't know where I am now......"

Leng Qi turned up the lights to the maximum, and he saw that he seemed to be in a blue space.

This is a very large and wide space under the ice, as large as a football field, and it is still covered by a thick ice wall overhead, with only a hole three or four meters wide, about four meters above the ground.

"Fortunately, the drop is not high, and I may be killed directly at the high point!" If a person falls from a distance of four meters above the ground when he is awake, he can at least adjust it the moment he lands, but a person who is unconscious can do it without his head facing the ground, Leng Qi is already very lucky.

"I just don't know how many meters deep it is now...... Leng Qi fell down again from a depth of four hundred meters above the ground, he was already prepared for the worst.

First sorted out his supplies in the same place, Leng Qi found that he only had the handful of ice drafts and the army green bag he carried with him, and in addition to the draft he had drawn, there was also half a piece of chocolate in the army green bag, which made Leng Qi feel a little better, and then Leng Qi did not give up and touched his whole body and did not find anything useful, at this time he now found a very important problem.

He was hungry, this was the most terrible thing in the dark, dead silence, cold, closed space under the ice, and the anti-freeze suit on his body was cut open except for the elbow side, which was basically no problem in terms of warmth, only the physiological needs made him feel frightened.

You may not last more than two days in the scorching desert without water, and you may not last more than a few hours in extreme cold without food, because a large part of the caloric gain of living organisms comes from food.

However, you will not starve to death in the extreme cold, because the cold will hang your life in the first step, like a cotton coat wrapped around a dying furnace, and its temperature will only be maintained for a few hours, still at room temperature, because it no longer provides heat.

"I have to find the exit in a few hours!" Leng Qi took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, and he began to explore this space, not letting go of any clues.

Half an hour later.

Leng Qi walked to the end of this space, and he found an incomparably huge ice wall, hundreds of meters long, and it was like a rough and pale blue mirror, and Leng Qi could see his helpless and lonely figure standing in front of it.

"I don't think I'm going to die here!" Leng Qi secretly cheered himself up, he searched this empty and dead space again, but half an hour later he walked back here with an ugly face, there was nothing in this space, not even the raised ice crystals, only the thick ice wall constantly consumed his will, the smooth ice wall seemed to laugh at his uselessness.

Leaning against a huge ice wall in exhaustion and disappointment, Leng Qi looked decadent, and there were dried blood stains sticking to his skin on his neck, which was caused by a falling ice crystal.

"It's been an hour, and I'm still trapped here......" Leng Qi felt a wave of hunger in his abdomen, he took out the half of the chocolate, kept swallowing and foaming, and then put the chocolate in the safest place again in his extremely eager eyes.

"Look for it again...... Maybe the way out is in front of him......" Leng Qi stood up, he didn't dare to rest for too long, the constant movement and the unchanged environment and the constantly draining will made him extremely tired, he wanted to sleep, but he knew that once he fell asleep here, he might not wake up.

On the one hand, exhaustion makes him want to rest, on the other hand, without supplies, his life is like an hourglass in the hands of death, constantly passing, and the meaning of life is tested here in the most cruel way.

Time passed minute by minute, Leng Qi's heart became lower and lower, and finally as if he had given up, he returned to the original point again, and took out a thick draft from his army-green satchel, on which there was a charcoal pencil.

Leng Qi was about to write his suicide note, the injury of his right finger bone made him a little struggling, the whole space sounded the faint friction sound when writing, and the lighting on his forehead also changed from white to pale yellow at this moment, a few minutes later, Leng Qi looked up expressionlessly, he lowered his head to write, at this time, he suddenly slammed his fist on the ice wall, and gritted his teeth and popped out a few words from his mouth.

"I'm not reconciled!!" Leng Qi, who has always been gentle and elegant, burst out at this moment, he jumped up and smashed frantically into the thick ice wall, until the flesh and blood of his left hand were blurred, and the blood penetrated the warm gloves and threw them on the ice wall, he gasped, his heart beat wildly, and the sound of heavy blows echoed in this space, and at this moment, the sound of heavy blows echoed like a heavy drum in Leng Qi's heart, with Leng Qi's rapid wheezing, as well as Leng Qi's nasal voice and the sound of clothes hunting that was greatly pulled with the movement, constituted a cruel and bleak concerto.

It is a symphony for solo performances, which brings a hint of unrest to the dead space, injecting a dying vitality, like throwing a pebble into a lake, which can only ripple, and its rhythm only reveals a feeling, called despair.

After a long time, he calmed down, but he became more and more pale.

The concerto with the heavy drum as the main note also happened to stop, and his left hand held on to the wall and his figure was shaky, and then he was disheartened and ready to complete his suicide note again, when Leng Qi withdrew his hand, he suddenly saw a trace on the wall that was smeared with his own blood that should not exist!

Leng Qi's eyes widened instantly, he believed that he was not mistaken! Right there! It's in that location!!

For a moment, Leng Qi's hair was cold, his scalp was numb, and he hurriedly approached to observe like a traveler who saw an oasis in the desert.

It was a floating trace, only the size of a palm, with its own unique texture, Leng Qi stroked it carefully, and there was no touch that should be raised, he stood there suspiciously, this trace seemed to be formed naturally, but Leng Qi remembered that he had returned here several times, and there was no such trace before.

He suddenly thought of something, so he hurriedly took off his gloves, during which he touched the wound and made Leng Qi frown, when he smeared the blood of his left hand tremblingly next to the mark on the ice wall, something unexpected happened to him, a trace appeared on the foaming ice wall again, he hurriedly stepped forward to observe, and found that it was connected with the trace texture found before, this discovery made him ecstatic and at the same time a monstrous wave.

What is it! Leng Qi took two steps back, he looked at this incomparably huge ice wall, and a crazy thought rose in his heart.

"It won't be ......" Thinking of this, he frantically smeared blood on the wall until a wall of ice the size of a tablecloth formed a red area, and when he looked at the traces again, Leng Qi smashed his heart like a hammer, and his mind suddenly roared violently, he knelt on the ground as if he was sluggish, and muttered to himself:

"This can't be!!"