PS: PS: I haven't had a recommended position for more than a month, and I finally gave one this week. After being put on the shelves, the treatment is much worse, and the heart is congested.

"One thing you might have guessed right, that black hole has something that absorbs light, but it's not a light-absorbing coating." My eyes were looking in the direction of the black hole as I said this, and the green light on my face could reflect off Jack's face and in the air, making me feel like we were wrapped in a layer of green light. "I hope you can outrun me, or you'll die."

With that, I turned around and ran down the river. But I saw Jack standing still in a daze, and seemed a little puzzled by my actions.

I was so anxious that I shouted, "You're waiting for death here, run!" ”

I saw that instead of running after me, Jack turned around and shone his cyclops flashlight in the direction of the way he came, as if he would not give up until he knew what was going on. But he quickly turned and ran towards me. I don't think he's doing anything good, but he's understanding of the dangers he faces. Because when he turned to run towards me, he burst into a foul mouth. "Damn, you're fucking poking a hornet's nest."

Yes, my gunshots stabbed the hornet's nest and got into big trouble.

The light of the cyclops flashlight is very good for illuminating the road, so that I can easily avoid obstacles. The problem is that my physical strength is too overdrawn, and I am currently completely relying on the fat in my body to replenish my energy, and I feel so prostrated that I really don't know how long I can last.

Jack quickly caught up with me, but he didn't run away, just a step ahead of me. It's like the person who leads the long-distance race, and he doesn't grasp it very quickly. Nor will you be left behind at a rate that will leave you behind.

However, this was not what I wanted, and I didn't want him to run with me because I already had a vague sense of what the danger was. If nothing else, we're leaving one behind, and I mean between me and Jack. Of course I don't want that person to be me, but with my current physical strength, I can't outrun Jack anyway.

I'm mentally prepared for not being able to get out of here. Therefore, I am more concerned about whether this information can be taken out. In other words, Jack and I had to run away with at least one of them.

"Run. Leave me alone. "I yelled at Jack." You go and join the Laotians, they have no weapons, promise me, take them out. ”

The distance between Jack and I was very close. At your fingertips. The wound on his back was already scabbed with blood. But the wound on his shoulder was still bleeding. It smells of blood.

Listening to my words, Jack slowed down even further and ran side by side with me. He tilted his head and smiled, "You know I'm curious. I've got to see what the hell that attacked me is. Did you know that you are a good meat shield. You're going to get attracted to those things, and I'm going to see those things and then I'll get out of them. ”

I felt like I was about to be mad at him, what kind of person is this, the psychology is too dark. But I immediately sensed that this was not what he was saying, and I wanted to see that what attacked him might be true, and it wouldn't be so fatal. Because if he really wants to be caught up by that thing, he won't be able to run either.

I smiled maliciously at him as well. "The smell of blood on your body is more attractive to them, and it is likely that you will be troubled to lure them away when the time comes, but don't say I didn't warn you."

Jack stopped laughing, I thought he couldn't. As he ran, he reached over his left shoulder and touched it, and saw that his hands were covered in blood.

"Damn. shit。 ”

After a few interjections, Jack shouted at me, "Help me stop the bleeding or I'll run and die." ”

Our first aid kit contains a hemostatic gel, which is the quickest and most effective way to treat wounds in an emergency. We can't stop, we just keep running, and even then we don't know if we'll be able to escape. Because of this, I watched Jack bleed but was helpless.

"How to stop the bleeding? We can't stop. Hold on, go to a safe place and deal with it, you can't die for the time being. I shouted to Jack.

"Who told you you can't deal with trauma in sports? Haven't you had this kind of training? Damn, I'm most afraid of running into a pig-like teammate. Squeeze the hemostatic gel into the wound ......"

"I don't need you to tell me how to do it! As long as you're sure you can hold on to the pain, I know what to do. "I was outraged by his words, which I usually say to someone else, when has it been used on me?

Of course I know how to use hemostatic gel, just like the point-and-shoot camera that appeared in the eighties, fools can use it, and they still need him to teach? The difficulty at the moment is to do it on the run.

It's not a flat track or a road, in fact, there is no road here, we run between rocks and stalagmites and stone pillars, and sometimes we have to jump over stalagmites or stone pillars.

This is still the case of one-eyed lighting, when we were originally only illuminated with glow sticks, we were really running for our lives, gambling for our lives, and we could fall to death on stalagmites or stone pillars if we were not careful.

But at that time we would not jump over stalagmites or stone pillars, you should know that stalagmites are formed because of water dripping down from them, and calcium carbonate deposits in the water form stalagmites and stone pillars. There must also be a stalactite hanging upside down on it, and jumping over it in the case of poor lighting is likely to be hit by the stalactite hanging upside down. It's like the wound on my face, which was caused by running into it slowly.

In this case, it will be difficult to treat his wounds, but since I have already agreed to it, I can't admit it in front of him. Besides, he was the one who suffered, and I just had an awkward way of doing it.

His backpack had a broken strap, I think it was ripped off by the big guy during the attack, but I thought it might have saved his life. I pulled my first aid kit out of the backpack he was saddling across.

The process went relatively smoothly, and I was able to easily slip the other stuff back into his backpack. But squeezing the hemostatic gel into his wound was too difficult to do, and I felt that his wound was too small.

I couldn't admit that I couldn't, and I felt like I had to stop the bleeding for him, and I ran after his buttocks, and I could see very clearly how fast the wound was bleeding outward, and I really couldn't afford to delay any longer.

I put my hand under the Cyclops' flashlight and looked at it, it was not clean and glowing green, it was left by the big guy who attacked Jack.

Maybe he'll get a germ. I thought about squeezing the hemostatic gel into my hand, and then rubbed the hemostatic gel on Jack's shoulder at once. Even though it was uneven and rough, it was hard enough to make it between two people who could change directions and run at any time.

The hemostatic gel worked very well, and the bleeding stopped immediately, but I heard a muffled sound in Jack's throat, which seemed to be very cool. I know that's not, it's the opposite.

"OK." I said to him with a sense of relief.

Jack paused for a moment before saying, "You're the veterinarian." ”

I didn't want to dwell on this issue, so I immediately said to him, "I think I probably know what is attacking you." (To be continued......)