Chapter 17 is foggy

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In the summer, the days are longer in the north, and then I took the opportunity to walk with the fat man until almost eight o'clock in the evening, and then stopped when it was completely too dark for us to discern the route. It's not that we didn't have lighting, it's that the fat man looked restless after examining the corpses from earlier. When it started to get dark, the fat man decided not to go yet. Then find a place on higher ground and start pitching your tent.

By the time it was completely dark, our tents had been set up. The fat man built a bonfire between the two tents for lighting. Then he set up a small iron pot on the campfire, poured some water into it, and began to cook compressed biscuits.

To tell you the truth, it's actually okay to eat one or two flavors of compressed biscuits once in a while. But since I met the fat man, almost every action my dry food is compressed biscuits, and I almost vomit when I eat it. But it can't be helped, compressed biscuits are the easiest food to carry. And we've been walking for an afternoon, and we're already too tired to do it. After the fat man boiled the compressed biscuits into a paste, I didn't bother to care so much, so I took it and ate it.

This man is prone to sleepiness as soon as he is full. When I finished dinner and looked at the time, it was almost half past nine. The fat man put the little pot away, went to the bushes next to him, picked up a bundle of dry firewood, and put it beside him.

"I'm in the first half of the night, you're in the second half of the night." The fat man said.

I nodded, didn't say much, and got into the tent to get ready for bed. But I couldn't sleep for a while after eating, so I remembered the corpses I saw during the day.

As the fat man said, these people died at least three days ago. But people who have been dead for three days, even if it's a piece of pork, it should stink if it is left like this for three days, right? But we didn't smell the rotting stench of the corpses. This is one of them. Second, the way those people died was so weird. It doesn't look like you were killed by something else. And judging by their expressions, some even smiled when they died. This shows that this death came suddenly, and there was no time for them to react. But what can kill people instantly? Myocardial? Impossible. Even if it is a myocardial infarction, it should be a painful expression, how can it be a smile? And even if it's a heart attack, more than 20 people have a collective heart attack, this is too exaggerated, right?

Halfway through the question, I fell asleep without realizing it.

I slept well this night. Except for the small pebbles in some places under the tent, which are a bit awkward, I slept quite comfortably.

I woke up and looked at my watch, and it was 1:20 a.m.

I was stunned for a moment, and my heart said that it was almost half past one, why didn't the fat man come to call me? Could it be that you are asleep outside? Thinking about it, I lifted my tent and went out.

But when I went out, I realized that something was wrong.

The campfire was still burning, but there was no one left in the fat man's original position.

My first instinct was that the fat man went to untie his little hands. But after waiting for five or six minutes and not seeing the fat man come back, I suddenly began to get anxious. Getting out of the tent I stood up and looked around, and I didn't see the fat man in the light of the campfire. I went to the fat man's tent again, but the fat man was still not in the tent.

What's going on? I shuddered, and an unwarranted fear began to creep through my heart. The fat man wasn't the one to leave and not say hello to me, and I couldn't think of any reason for him to leave in the middle of the night. At this time, the corpses of the day suddenly appeared in my mind.

Will the fat man be attacked by those bugs? But as soon as this idea came out, I rejected it. Even if a bug attacks the fat man, even if the fat man doesn't have the ability to fight back, he can always have the ability to shout, right? I didn't hear him scream when I was sleeping. Could it be that I slept too far to hear? But that's not right, how can a bug, a creature with an almost zero IQ, only attack the fat man and not attack me who is sleeping?

I was still thinking about it when a figure leaped out of the bushes not far ahead. I was stunned, and reflexively wanted to draw the dagger. But as soon as I drew my dagger, the figure staggered towards me. I looked at it, and it was fat.

"Where the fuck did you go? Can you tell me ahead of time? I frowned and looked at the fat man, only to find that the fat man's face was sweating down like a faucet. It seems that I just did some strenuous exercise. And I also found that the fat man's face was not quite right.

"What's going on?" I also realized that something must have happened to the fat man in this state, so I hurriedly stretched out my hand to give him relief, and asked him along the way.

The fat man gasped a few times, and before he could even breathe, he spoke: "Hurry up and pack up your things." There's trouble. ”

I was stunned and asked him, "What's the trouble?" ”

The fat man got up from the ground again and began to pack up like a whirlwind: "It's foggy." ”

"Fogging?" I didn't react at once, so I asked him, "What's there to be afraid of when it gets foggy, you can tell me when it's foggy." ”

"Fart, this fog is better than the haze cow. It's too much. Fat man, I almost couldn't come back when I saw those fogs just now! The fat man picked up my backpack and threw it at me, shouting, "If you don't want to fucking die, hurry up!" I don't have time to go into detail with you right now! As he spoke, the fat man glanced up in the direction he had just come. But after one glance, his face changed.

I followed the fat man's line of sight and saw a large black fog drifting towards us not far away.

"How is this fog black?" I asked the fat man.

The fat man ignored me, muttered something to himself, and then dismantled his tent and laid it out on top of mine. By the time it was done, the fog had drifted to less than twenty meters from us.

The fat man glanced back, pulled me into the tent, and then turned around and pulled up the entrance to the tent.

The fat man and I both used single tents. The cold man and the fat man drilled into the tent, looking a little crowded.

I sat down on the ground curled up and asked the fat man, "You should be able to talk about it now, right?" ”

After making sure that there were no leaks in the tent, the fat man breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and said, "An hour ago, I went to untie my big hand, and found that the sky in front of me was not quite right, and it was much darker than the one on the Qitai. Then I looked over and saw that the black thing was fog. ”

"Isn't it fog?" I say.

"If I were the usual foggy fat man, I would need to be like this?" The fat man sneered, and continued: "Where the fog drifted by, all the birds in the trees fell as if they had been sprayed with insecticide. Does normal fog have this effect? ”