I hesitated, whether to continue chasing such a long distance, although three or four hundred meters is not too far, but this is underground after all, and my wife and I are not familiar with the environment here, so I thought about it, and the chance of chasing each other like this is not great. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

I was just about to tell the old prostitute that it was not a way to chase him like this, and I wanted to think of a countermeasure, but as soon as I said it, the old prostitute suddenly turned on the flashlight, and without discussing it with me, she rushed out with an arrow.

Seeing this, I didn't have time to say anything more, so I hurriedly followed.

I know the speed of the old prostitute's running, but his sudden explosiveness surprised me a little. I never thought that he would retain so much physical strength and have such amazing explosiveness.

Before I could run twenty meters, I was thrown several meters by the old prostitute. To tell the truth, I'm already running with my life, but I still can't keep up with the rhythm of the old prostitute. Later, I didn't run at his pace, I simply didn't want to run at what speed I should have, thinking that there was nothing to worry about if the old prostitute chased in front anyway, if his speed couldn't catch up, then no matter how fast I ran, it would be in vain.

Dozens of seconds later, the old prostitute suddenly stopped in front, and then the flashlight no longer shone forward, but shone towards the stone wall on the left.

"Xiao Qi, turn the corner, look at the mark." After the old prostitute finished shouting, it was immediately dark in front of her.

This sudden darkness made me excited, and I immediately turned on the flashlight, and did not dare to slack off in the slightest, and ran directly to the position where the old prostitute spoke.

After running to the position, I didn't dare to observe more, because the old prostitute's flashlight was far away from me, which made me a little anxious.

All I could see was that it was a branch of a cave, and it was still a cave inside, but it was smaller than the one outside. However, the inside is no longer gourd-shaped, and the ground is much smoother than the large cave outside.

At the entrance of this cave, there is a clear scratch, which looks like it has just been scratched. You don't have to think much to guess that this must have been scratched by the old prostitute, and it seems that the mark he shouted should be this scratch.

I didn't dare to delay too long, and after entering the small cave, I began to chase the flashlight of the old prostitute all the way. But before I could get fifty meters into it, I realized that it was not good, and the environment around this place began to become complicated.

There were several openings in the small cave that led in other directions, and I found that each one was about the same size, and even the shape of the cave was very similar. I paused for a few seconds to take a general look, and found that each hole was deep and there was no end in sight.

This had to make me a kind of worry, I had only run into the distance of fifty meters, and I had already seen four or five such holes, and if there were many such holes in the same way as here, wouldn't it be easy to get lost. And what worries me most now is that the old prostitute must not turn into these holes, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable.

The more I ran forward, the more I felt bad, and the more holes I passed, and the surrounding environment forced me to shout at the old prostitute to stop.

My voice echoed through the cave, and I am sure the old prostitute would be able to hear it, because I could still see the light of his flashlight. But the old prostitute did not stop at my shouting, and he still ran forward with his life.

The old prostitute continued to run, which made me feel extremely helpless and incomprehensible. Unfortunately, he didn't listen to me at all and didn't stop. What is puzzling is that he can see his surroundings clearly, why should he continue to chase? If we're not careful, we're likely to be trapped in this intricate cave.

There are only two things that can make the old prostitute decide to continue chasing in this environment, either he thinks he will be able to catch up with that person, or he can remember all the routes he has run, but I don't think any of these two points are reliable.

Apparently the man was familiar with this place, otherwise he wouldn't have run to such a place, and I had a feeling that the man was deliberately trying to lure us in, probably with the help of the intricate caves that trapped us here. As for whether the old prostitute can remember the holes she has run, I think it is difficult, if it is usual, it may be, but in high-speed running, if you want to remember all the routes you have run, unless you are a genius brain, it is simply impossible.

The light of the old prostitute's flashlight is getting farther and farther away, and the light point is getting darker and darker, I know that I can't delay here, since I can't stop shouting him, I can only go crazy with him. But I had to be mindful that I had to mark the places I ran so that we could find our way back.

I ran all the way to chase the flashlight of the old prostitute, but it was still too late, and the flashlight of the old prostitute disappeared into the darkness after more than ten seconds.

I couldn't be sure if he had turned the corner or if he was still in front, and of course there was a possibility that he had turned off the flashlight. However, this possibility is very low, after all, he knows that I am behind, and the light of his flashlight is the direction I am chasing, so the old prostitute will not turn off the flashlight easily.

In this unknown situation, what people are most anxious about is complex thinking, thinking of countless possibilities, and thinking the most is the bad possibility.

After running forward for a while, I started to slow down, because I felt that the place where the old prostitute's flashlight disappeared should be nearby, and if he turned a corner, he would definitely leave a mark, so I had to see if every hole around me was marked.

I knew that if I slowed down, I would lose more time, but I had no choice, only by looking at the holes around me, I could tell if the old prostitute was going on, or if she had turned around and ran into a hole.

The more time is consumed, the more anxious I feel, maybe my sense of distance in the dark is really less than one-tenth of the old prostitute, I don't know if I judged the wrong position, I actually looked at more than 20 holes in a row, and did not find the mark left by the old prostitute.

Although I didn't see the mark, I still didn't dare to relax, and I always kept a high level of concentration during the jog, and I didn't dare to miss any hole.

After nearly a minute, I was almost desperate, for I had passed dozens of holes, but I had not yet seen the marks left by the old prostitute.

Just when I felt very helpless, a flashlight suddenly appeared.

I saw a flashlight in a hole on the right, but it was too far away from me, and only a wobbling point of light remained. Without the slightest melancholy, I went straight into the hole.

Excessive joy always makes people get carried away, I finally understood this sentence, and after running into it for a few dozen meters, I found that I had not left the mark I wanted to keep, nor did I carefully observe the hole to see if there was a mark left by the old prostitute. But I didn't stop and run back to look, but scratched on the stone wall, and then rushed forward vigorously, all I thought was to catch up with the old prostitute quickly, even if I couldn't catch up, at least keep a certain distance from him, and not be left out of the clouds like this.

The fear of being alone in my heart naturally increased. After a few tens of seconds, the brightness of the old prostitute's flashlight became larger and larger, which means that we became closer and closer.

Just when I thought it wouldn't be long before I caught up with the old prostitute, he turned the corner again. But this time I didn't have anything to worry about, because this cave didn't have as many holes as the one just now, and I hadn't seen any other entrances since I entered this cave, so I didn't have to worry about finding markers from cave to hole.

When I ran to the place where the old prostitute's flashlight turned, there was an intersection, and in front of it was a cave that continued, and on the left and right was not a cave, but an artificially dug passage.

The direction of the old prostitute's flashlight is the artificially carved passage, and his flashlight is shaking in the passage on the left.

I left a mark at this crossing, but I didn't see the mark of the old prostitute. I don't know if this guy was about to catch up with that guy, and then he was as carried away by the joy as I was, and forgot to mark me. Fortunately, I followed closely, otherwise the consequences would not be easy to say.

Although I didn't see the old prostitute's mark, I can understand that maybe all he wanted at the moment was to catch that person quickly and forget to leave a mark, which is reasonable, after all, I also forgot to leave a mark at the entrance of another cave just now.

This artificially excavated passage is three meters wide and two and a half meters high, and the stone walls are neatly treated, without a single edge or corner on the plane. Running in the passage is different, it is much easier to run than the cave just now, although the cave is also very smooth, but there is no stumbling gravel in the cave, and you don't have to worry about mixing garlic under your feet when you run.

It didn't take long for the old prostitute's flashlight to turn again, but this time I was a little upset, and I turned again when I was about to catch up, and both times it disappeared again when I saw the distance closer, which was a little infuriating. After all, I had to slow down at the turns, and I had to delay some time.

There was still an intersection ahead, this time there was no cave, both were artificially dug passages, and the old prostitute turned into the passage on the right this time.

After leaving the mark, there was another wild chase. Physical strength has become a big obstacle for me, and I am now completely chasing by will, otherwise I would have been left behind. The old prostitute's flashlight turned every time we were about to close the distance, and at first I was a little angry, and then after a few more turns, I became numb.

As I ran, I wondered if the old prostitute was deliberately playing with me, and every time she turned in this way, it was a little infuriating. Later, when I thought about it, I felt ridiculous, maybe the old prostitute suffered worse than me, maybe every time he was about to catch that person, that person turned a corner, and when I thought about it, I could feel that the old prostitute was angry now.

I don't know how long I can continue to run like this, but I obviously feel that my speed has slowed down a lot, of course, not only me, but also the flashlight of the old prostitute in front of me is also slowing down.

I don't know how long I ran, I can't remember how many turns I turned, I only knew that I was out of breath, and after turning another intersection, the old prostitute's flashlight was finally frozen in the distance, and his flashlight stopped shaking and stopped.