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The taste was more delicious than I could have imagined. The meat is firm and chewy, a bit like a bird I've eaten once. As for what kind of bird it is, I won't say what kind of bird, field archaeology sometimes takes some game to improve our lives, which is sometimes a mistake for us who are not familiar with wildlife protection laws.

I chewed the meat slowly, feeling the pleasure to the fullest, and the saliva in my mouth foamed white like a camel, spilling out of the corners of my mouth.

Does saliva help digestion? Yes, I feel like my saliva is going to melt this piece of meat. I'm still chewing on what seems to be a lot of fun.

I'm waiting for even the slightest reaction. Bat meat is not only my food, but also the food of Jack and the Laotians and the Vietnamese, of course, if I find the Laotians and the Vietnamese. I have to be a qualified experimenter, starting from the mouth, I have to fully feel whatever the piece of meat gives me, especially the discomfort.

We were lucky that it had been ten minutes since this piece of meat had been in my stomach and I was still alive and well. And I'm almost drowning in my own saliva. It is difficult for a hungry person to be confronted with a large piece of fragrant roast meat and not eat it.

I couldn't have been experimenting for much longer, I was hungry, and my eyes were green like a hungry wolf. Although it takes a longer time, let the gastric juice fully digest and decompose it, and even wait for it to enter the large intestine and be absorbed by the body, which can more accurately reflect whether it is harmful to the human body. But I couldn't wait, if there was no food in front of me, I could hold on, I should say I could only hold on, but a large piece of roast meat was in front of me, and I chose the fast-forward button, so that the experiment went straight to the later stage.

If a person has been hungry for a long time. It will lack fullness, like a newly hatched chick, which will keep eating, and if it is not controlled, it will continue to eat until it is stripped to death. I'm in this state now, I haven't eaten for days. The perception of the stomach dropped so much that I didn't stop until I found that the bat the size of a dog had been eaten nearly halfway by me.

But my sluggishness was retributed, and by the time I put down the leftover half of the still fragrant roasted bat, my stomach was so swollen that I couldn't stand up. I was worried that any strenuous activity would make my stomach burst and I didn't dare to drink water, I thought that the stomach lining was already so thin that any more burden would overwhelm him.

I could only rub my stomach gently with my hands to help my stomach digest the food.

A warm campfire is inherently sleepy. Now, after a full meal, a large amount of blood rushes to the stomach, and the head is even more groggy due to ischemia. I had to keep finding things to do for myself so that I wouldn't fall asleep.

I've done a lot of things. Fill the empty magazine with bullets, wash Jack's dirty pants due to incontinence, add firewood to the campfire a few times, and constantly feed Jack water to drink. In fact, in the case of unclear toxicity, gastric lavage and drinking plenty of water are the most effective methods of detoxification. Drinking water constantly will speed up his metabolism and help the toxins to be excreted from the body as soon as possible.

in the process. My bloated stomach finally stopped being so uncomfortable. But I felt like I had a mental problem. I felt something watching over me.

Because there is no shortage of incendiary materials, the fire in the fire is very strong. The firelight illuminated a large area. You can even see the underground river, and of course the fire is very faint there.

When I went to an underground river to fetch water, I felt someone following me behind me, no sound, no shadow, pure feeling. Although my full stomach told me not to be able to move vigorously. But the nervous nerves still made me turn around instantly, and the bolt of the AK47 rang at the same time.

With the "click" of the bolt, I saw that there was nothing behind me. The campfire was farther away, and Jack lay on the other side of the campfire, and between me and the campfire was the sawdust embankment. Nothing beyond that.

My heart is cold. I knew I had a mental problem.

The fire was bright, and anything that appeared behind me should be his shadow first, unless he was transparent. My mind was too nervous, it was a sign of paranoia, and it was horrible, terrible. Yes, it will be fatal. Someone else's life.

In a state of high tension, delusions may occur, especially if there are people around you who you don't trust very much, or if something strange happens.

There have been such cases in our archaeological system, although most of the people engaged in field archaeology are nervous and can turn a blind eye to some strange things, but the mental tension is too tight and too long, and it will be unbearable. Paranoia is very harmful, and there are precedents for hurting or even killing teammates as a result.

I pretended to be calm and turned around and walked to the underground river, crouched down to fill the kettle. It's a long way from the campfire, and my shadow can still be seen on the water, stretching long. I stood by the underground river, silently staring at my shadow for a long time.

The side effects of bat meat are revealed, and it is more lethal and destructive than the toxins of bugs. The toxins of the insects can destroy the person's immunity, cause edema of the skin and some organs, and in severe cases, it will definitely cause organ failure. But it only causes harm to the poisoned individual.

And my condition is much more dangerous. I'm likely to hurt others. I'm going to leave Jack before I lose my mind, when I can think normally. I think the toxins in the big bats are very strong, although I ate a lot, but not for long, and my delusional symptoms are very serious. I am now standing on the bank of the underground river, and I still feel something watching over me from behind, as if it were a pair of devil's eyes.

These eyes will turn me into the devil too.

Back at the campfire, I didn't do anything but stare at Jack for a moment. I certainly don't think that the peeping eyes are Jack's, I wonder if I have any hostility or suspicion of Jack in my heart, and if so, I think I should leave him immediately. That means I have thoughts of persecuting him deep down.

Thankfully, I trusted Jack as much as I always did, and I didn't think he was a threat to me.

I put the kettle on the campfire and turned off the AK47's safe.

My actions seem to be calm, but my heart is like a stormy wave. Far from diminishing, the feeling of voyeurism in me intensified to the point that I sat on pins and needles. It seems that voyeurism comes from all directions, and as long as the fire does not shine, there is a pair of voyeuristic eyes.

I felt like I was going crazy. I couldn't resist shouting at the top of my lungs, and I even wanted to shoot my AK47 into the darkness.

I knew I couldn't go on like this, I had to find something to do for myself, and I wouldn't have time to think and forget to fall asleep when I was busy.

I think of that damn roasted bat that was going to kill me and even kill us. Dispose of it! I can't let Jack see it, and I feel that Jack can't resist the temptation of this barbecue either.

The remaining half of the roasted bat was placed behind me, and I got up and turned around, stunned. The half of the roasted bat was gone. (To be continued......)