We didn't do anything here, we waited for three days. During these three days, the only place I paid attention to was the hole where they disappeared, and what a long and anxious process it was, I think only those who put themselves in their shoes can understand it.

During this time, I tried to enter the cave more than once, but all of them failed. This is really not a passage that ordinary human beings can climb, and I only climbed ten meters at a time, and I was completely exhausted, and my calves trembled like chaff.

Among this group of people, the third uncle's group of buddies must not dare to go deeper, and the only one who is likely to enter is the black blind man, but he never showed that meaning, I think he probably felt that he was not sure to get out if he went in. The atmosphere in the camp was dreary, and the mop urged him to leave several times, saying that the two men might have died inside, and since it was impossible for us to go in, it was better to save some effort and dry food to prepare for going out.

I couldn't accept that all the hard work to be here would be the result, and I could barely listen to the words with my head covered, all I could think about was what was going on here.

Wen Jin untied the rope, she did it on purpose, I remembered her smile before leaving, I felt that she might have planned it a long time ago, so she knew what to encounter in it, and knew that there would be such a situation that would not come out.

Wen Jin came all the way, and her words were very fatalistic, her life in the past few years was simply indescribable, it was possible for her to have this kind of thought, maybe she found out that there was no solution to her corpse, so she was desperate and chose to end her life. But what about the stuffy oil bottle, why didn't he come out, it doesn't make sense, I'm sure something must have happened here.

What could it be? There is simply no direction to wonder, are they lost? I think the hole in here is winding and twisting, forming an endless labyrinth, and you can't get out after entering, but this doesn't explain why Wen Jin wants to untie the rope.

I was thinking about it with great anxiety, and when I was resting, I saw a deep hole in front of me, and when I closed my eyes, it was also a deep hole.

I really don't want to write about what happened after that.

From the fourth day, the mop began to be imprisoned, I was in a very bad mood, and I wanted to fight with them several times, but there was still no movement in the hole, and at one point I even wondered if Wen Jin and the stuffy oil bottle did not exist at all, all this is our imagination.

The anxiety and anxiety grew, and I began to admit in my heart that the mops might be right, but my sanity made it necessary for me to argue with them. It almost broke me.

On the sixth day, the mop finally took the people away, and in their opinion, there was no doubt about this matter, even if the stuffy oil bottle and Wen Jin were not dead, they would be dead in a few days. Originally, they wanted to rely on our experience to take them out, but now they clearly do not want to waste it. The black blind man patted me, meaning to let me go too, but I refused, he sighed and left, leaving only me and the fat man.

They also took a lot of food, which I knew must be more than average, but I was too lazy to argue with them.

The fat man actually persuaded me, but he knew my temper, I went through all this, and when I got here, even if there was no perfect end, there should be a broken rest, but it came to an abrupt end, and I suddenly realized that I was so stupid, what am I doing here? Is that how it all ends? I absolutely can't accept it.

The fat man had no choice but to accompany me, so the two of us just looked at each other and waited, and I suddenly remembered an absurd play called "Waiting for Godot", and I couldn't help but want to cry, saying that my absurd drama was still a tragedy.

I don't remember exactly how many days it lasted, but it wasn't long, because we didn't have much dry food, but we didn't finish it at the time.

After mopping them away, I was almost hopeless, and I almost broke down, and I couldn't think about what I was doing here, and all I could do every day was to look at the hole. According to the fat man, it is the act of a madman.

That day, I woke up after a bad night's sleep, and the fat man was going to keep vigil, but he also fell asleep and snored there. In the past few days, I have slept comfortably, and the wounds on my body have healed.

I didn't have any motivation to wake him up. I walked to the bottom of the hollow, I don't know how many times I looked up, but there was nothing, I looked at it almost in a daze for ten minutes, and then I went to breakfast. The fat man and I had little dry food left, so we flipped it out, found the half of the biscuits that we had eaten yesterday and ate them again. As I ate, I suddenly heard a strange sound, as if it was singing, and it was like a dream.

I thought it was the fat man talking in his sleep, but I didn't pay attention to it, and I finished the biscuit in a few bites, trying to wake him up. At this moment, I suddenly had a spirit, and I saw that between me and the fat man, there was a person lying down.

I broke free from my trance, and when I looked closely, I saw that it was actually a stuffy oil bottle.

He had lost a noticeable weight, huddled there draped in a blanket, and didn't make any movement.

When did he come back? While we're sleeping?

At first I thought I was dreaming, but then I realized that it wasn't, and I almost went crazy, and immediately rushed over, grabbed his blanket, and yelled, "You bastard, where the fuck are you going?" ”

I pulled him up, and I wanted to pinch him, but when I saw his face, I suddenly realized that something was wrong. His expression was strange, completely different from his usual appearance, and his eyes were glazed, trembling all over, and his lips were constantly trembling, as if he had been stricken.

I let out a chuckle in my heart, and immediately kicked the fat man awake, then lifted the stuffy oil bottle up, pressed his neck and called his name. But he didn't react, he didn't seem to hear us at all, he didn't even roll his eyes.

Extremely ominous thoughts welled up in my heart, and the fat man came to look at me and asked me what was the matter, and I said how I knew. He pressed the temple of the stuffy oil bottle to look at his expression, and said, "I'm cāo, won't you, is the little brother stupid?" ”

"No way, don't fucking talk nonsense." I said, shouting a few times: "Don't pretend, I know you're pretending, you can't fool me!" And he was heard trembling, and he was cowering in a daze, muttering something from time to time.

I leaned close to his lips and listened to him, and I heard him repeat a phrase in a hurry: "There is no time." ”