Chapter 32 Fireflies

(Update delivered, continued tomorrow)

I stared at the little bug on my clothes with my head down, my head starting to regain my ability to think after a few seconds of pause.

Why does this bug look a bit like a firefly? Thinking about it, I reached out and pinched one and put it in front of me to look at it carefully.

I know that fireflies are insects, but I've never looked closely. Moreover, fireflies generally only come out at night, and there is no way to see what they look like when they are blinded by black lights. So my definition of a firefly is limited to its butt glowing. And the little worm I'm holding in my hand right now is the kind that glows with a glowing ass.

The fat man was probably worried that something had happened to me here, so he hurried over. When I got to my side, I found that I was pinching a firefly and studying, and I was stunned and asked, "What are you doing?" ”

"How can there be fireflies here?" I asked the fat man.

"Fireflies?" The fat man asked me rhetorically. I put the worm in front of him and motioned for him to look at it for himself.

The fat man glanced at it a few times, scratched his head and said, "It's strange, is it the problem of this quagmire?" As he spoke, the fat man turned his face to look at the quagmire. Fireflies usually appear in dirty environments. This quagmire should be the best explanation. ”

"But there are so many fireflies here, why didn't we find them when we came in just now?"

The fat man looked up at the dots of light flying above his head for a long time, and then said, "Maybe they stopped on the ceiling, we didn't see them just now." ”

I nodded, and said in my heart that this explanation was probably the most reliable. The fat man turned around and walked over to the stone gate and began to observe it, trying to find a way to open it. It was at this time that I suddenly felt as if my finger had been bitten by something, and a slight tingling sensation came from my finger. I subconsciously twisted my fingers and didn't care. Unexpectedly, a hot feeling came from my fingers again. I lifted my hand and looked at my fingers, and saw that there were still broken limbs of the firefly on my fingers. I should have been subconsciously twisted by me just now.

The sensation of heat is getting stronger and stronger, and I can even feel the temperature on my fingers rising. As if they had chili oil on their fingers, they began to turn red and swollen. After a while, I could even feel the frequency of my heartbeat from my fingers.

"Fatty." I called out to the fat man.

"What are you doing, busy. If you're bored to watch the fireflies on your own. The fat man studied Shimen to himself, and he didn't look back.

"There's something not quite right with these fireflies." I said.

"Don't scare yourself."

"Do you remember the body you found on the wooden building? Lan said it was a bug bite. I said.

The fat man's figure paused at this moment and turned to look at me.

I walked over and handed him the hand that was holding the firefly just now: "The firefly bit me just now, and I accidentally pinched it to death." The finger becomes what it is now. ”

The fat man pinched my wrist and looked it up carefully, then at the fireflies overhead. "No, I remember that the adults of fireflies drink dew." I've never heard of meat opening. ”

"Is it because I'm pinching it, its self-defense reaction?" I asked.

The fat man shook his head, "Fireflies don't have jaws, so they can't bite." Seeing that I didn't understand, he explained: "The firefly doesn't have a pair of big pincers as a mouth like other insects, it only has a straw. It's like a butterfly. ”

"You're saying they're not fireflies?" I was stunned, "But don't their butts glow?" ”

"The one riding the white horse is not necessarily the prince, it may be Tang Seng." The fat man said, then glanced at the top of his head vigilantly, and said, "Whatever these things are, hurry up and find a way to get in." As he spoke, he turned around and went to find the opening and closing of the stone door.

I wiped my clothes with my hands, wiped the corpse of the insect off my fingers, and then went to look for the switch to the stone door with the fat man. But not long after looking for it, the regular buzzing above my head suddenly became chaotic. I was already nervous, and I reacted to changes in the outside world. Instinctively looking back, I saw that the insects above my head had somehow increased their flight speed and began to collide with each other, and the insects that were killed by the collision continued to fall into the mud below.

I told the fat man to look back, and the fat man looked back and said that as long as it didn't pose a threat to us, leave it alone, and get the door open.

I groaned and was about to turn around and continue looking for the switch. Unexpectedly, a small swarm of bugs flew straight towards me. My scalp was numb, and I instinctively reached out and patted it. Unexpectedly, these insects lingered like mosquitoes, and even stopped directly on my body and began to drill into my clothes.

I screamed in my heart that it was not good, and I writhed and slapped the bugs on my body. The head was full of the corpse on the wooden floor.

The fat man on one side sensed my strangeness and turned his head to look at me. I found that my whole body was twisting around, and my hands were still beating my body indiscriminately, and I wondered, "What the hell are you doing?" Disco? ”

"Fuck you, these bugs got into my clothes! Hurry up and help me! "I can't care about messing with fat people anymore, I have to take off my clothes when I get rid of my backpack.

"Don't take off your clothes!" The fat man shouted, "You're looking for death by exposing your skin?" ”

"So what to do?" I screamed, my scalp tingling like an electric current running from beginning to end.

"Roll on the ground and crush them to death - ouch!" Before the fat man finished speaking, I heard him scream, presumably he was also tricked.

I watched more and more insects approaching us, and my heart bit my teeth, and my heart said that I didn't care, and I took off my coat and slapped at the swarm.

This trick is actually quite effective. But this is only a stopgap measure. The clothes I was holding in my hand were not electrically charged ******, and the bugs I swatted were at most blown away by me, and did not actually cause them harm. And as the number of bugs increases, the effect of swatting becomes smaller and smaller. In the end, the fat man and I had to wrap our heads and necks in our clothes to prevent bugs from burrowing through the necklines.

But even if the head and neck are protected, the hands holding the clothes are still exposed. So our hands became the target of the bugs' frenzied attacks.

"No more!" The fat man screamed. Then I saw the fat man shrink his hand in pain, and the clothes that had been wrapped around his head fell to the ground at once.

The fat man who was not wrapped in clothes suffered now. I only heard a bang, and the swarm instantly concentrated around the fat man, and it was a brutal attack on the fat man.

I watched the fat man rolling on the ground and wailing, and I was also very anxious, and I was also thinking about how to help him. The best thing to do right now is to lift my clothes too. In this way, the bugs will attack me, and the fat man's side will be relatively lighter. But to do so is obviously death.

"Fatty! Run into the mud! Jump into the mud! I shouted at the fat man.

"There are locusts in the mire!" The fat man cried out as he rolled on the ground.

"You fat locusts can't suck you to death! Jump! ”

The fat man seemed to believe my words, and as soon as he got up, without saying a word, he rushed towards the quagmire. Then he jumped down with a pop in an extremely ugly position into the water.

With the quagmire as an isolation, the bugs instantly lost their purpose and began to hover where the fat man entered the water.

I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when I looked at it, and was about to relax when I suddenly heard another boom coming straight towards me.

As soon as I saw that my face was green, I threw off my clothes and scolded ****, and rushed over to the quagmire.