Chapter 31: The Stars (3)

(Update on time, continue tomorrow)

The fat man raised the flashlight and shone it on the top of his head, and I followed with the flashlight.

The ceiling overhead is as high as four or five stories. Looking at the flatness, it is a bit like it was dug out by hand. Further on, there are faint black or red patterns on it. It's just that the distance is too far, and the surrounding light is too dark, so I'm not sure if it's the painting or the texture of the rock.

The fat man looked around the ceiling, rubbed his neck and said, "It's strange, there is no trace of a passage on this wall, how did the mourners pass?" As I spoke, I saw the fat man walking to the wall and lying on it with his hands and feet outstretched, as if he wanted to see if he could climb along the mountain wall.

The fat man gave up on the idea after a while. Because the mountain wall was not concave and convex enough to hold him firmly on it.

"Is it really a trip?" The fat man turned back and crouched to the side to look at the black mud beneath the stone platform.

"Don't think about it," I patted the fat man. "If you want to say that there's nothing down here, I don't believe it."

"Then you say, how do you get there?" The fat man gave me a blank look, and then went back to look at the mire.

To be honest, it's really embarrassing right now. It's like a thief who knows that the head of the household is not at home and has a large amount of cash stored in the house, but when he arrives at the door, he is blocked by an anti-theft door.

"If you want me to say, if it doesn't work, let's go back. Come back next time when you're ready. "I'll feed the fat man.

"Go back and prepare?" The fat man looked at me and cut off. "How do you prepare when you go back? Bring a boat over? ”

"We can make holes in the wall and fix the rope and climb along the rope." I say.

The fat man's eyes lit up and he stood up suddenly. "yes, why didn't I think of this solution!" With that, the fat man went to rummage through his backpack.

I could see the fat man's excited look and I knew that he must have something in his bag that I just said.

"Fatty," I said, looking at him.

"What are you doing?"

"How much the did you bring with you?"

"It's called being prepared." The fat man said as he took out a dozen steel nails as long as a slap from his bag and threw them on the ground, then took out the rope again. "Later, the steel nails will be driven into the stones, and we can use ropes to get there."

I crouched down and picked up a steel nail, looked at it, and asked, "Where's the hammer?" How do you hit a steel nail without a hammer? Slap with the palm of your hand or knock with your head? ”

The fat man smashed his mouth and said, "Young people won't be flexible?" As he spoke, he raised the wolf eye in his hand and shook it in front of me. Steel. ”

I let out a long voice, and then made a gesture of please: "Then, fat man, please." ”

The fat man was stunned for a moment and asked, "Aren't you on it?" ”

I was stunned and asked, "Why me?" ”

"Fat man, I am fat and not suitable for suspended operations." After a pause, the fat man said again: "Besides, I didn't let you climb very high." You just have to walk sideways along the height of the stone platform. After speaking, the fat man pointed to the quagmire on the side: "Don't worry, you can't die if you fall down at this height, at most take a bath." ”

I snorted and just wanted to refute, but when I thought about it carefully, the fat man's size made it really difficult for him. So he nodded, put the spikes in his trouser pockets, and hung the rope diagonally over his shoulders. said: "If Lao Tzu falls later, you must save me." ”

"Oh, don't worry, go quickly." The fat man urged.

"Don't rush, let me brew." I used my flashlight to shine horizontally along the stone platform, mentally planning a route to climb over.

The stone walls are not completely smooth. Even in fine manual grinding, it is impossible not to have a place to stay.

I started by punching a steel nail in the position of the foot to make it easier to get off the foot. Then another one was punched at the height of the forehead and a loop was made around it with a rope. In this way, the fat man will be able to step on the steel nail and grasp the rope and pass.

It's definitely a physical job, and it's a very demanding physical job. It took me almost three hours to walk half of the distance of a few tens of meters. At this time, the shell of the wolf's eye in my hand has been pitted by my hammer.

"Why don't you leave?" The fat man looked at me and asked behind me.

"Take a break." I stepped on a steel peg and grabbed the rope with both hands and leaned backwards so that I formed a triangle with the wall. This is the most stable and low-effort structure.

After a half-hour break, I started to hit the nails forward. This time, it took me more than four hours to finish the rest of the steel nails, and I successfully reached the stone gate opposite.

I didn't have the strength to speak anymore, so I shook my flashlight at the fat man's position to signal that he could come, and then fell to the ground gasping for air. A feeling of tiredness swept over like a tsunami.

Before I could fall asleep, a beam of light hit me in the face. The blinding light woke me up. I thought it was the fat man coming over and joking with me. So he closed his eyes and twisted his head to the side, and waved his hand to tell him not to make trouble. But the beam of light actually hit my face again. I was on fire, and I was just about to scold the fat man when I got up, but the scene in front of me made my mouth grow.

Countless tiny points of light appeared in the entire cave space. And these points of light are still floating in the air.

Countless pale yellow points of light illuminate the entire cave. I could even vaguely see the figure of the fat man dozens of meters away.

I was about to ask the fat man what was going on, when the fat man's flashlight shone again. But at this time, the ordinary beam turned into a flash.

Generally, outdoor flashlights are divided into several modes such as normal lighting, strobe and strong light. Now the fat man is using the flash mode.

I looked at the flash of light coming from the fat man, and my first reaction was that something had happened to the fat man, and he was calling for help from me. But I'm so tired now that I don't have the strength to crawl over to save him.

I shone a flashlight on the fat man and found him standing across from him intact. I was wondering what the fat man was doing, and I was about to ask him when a thought flashed through my brain.

Was he warning me that I was in danger?

I subconsciously looked back at the huge stone gate behind me, but I didn't see anything wrong. I went to see the fat man again, and he was still dancing at me trying to say something. I said in my heart that there is something that cannot be expressed through dialogue, but only in sign language.

The fat man was still dancing at me, and I looked around to make sure that there was nothing unusual except for the light spots above my head, and then I didn't bother to pay attention to him, and prepared to lie down and sleep. But as soon as I lay down, I jumped up again.

Isn't the fat man going to make me pay attention to these points of light? I reflexively looked up at the tiny dots of light floating overhead. You can faintly hear the buzzing of bugs as they fly.

Bugger? I was stunned for a moment, and almost instantly remembered the extremely ugly male corpse on the wooden building. "It was bitten by a bug." Lan's words rang in his head suddenly.

No way? I felt a chill in my back. Could it be that these points of light are all made by those horrible bugs? Looking at the number of these points of light now, it should be hundreds of millions, right? Even if it's ten, I won't have enough for them.

While I was still in a daze, a few points of light slowly descended from the top of my head and stopped on my clothes.