I knew I was running ugly, ridiculous, not limping, but limping. I can't use the strength of my two legs, as if I am stepping on cotton under my feet.

I was so close to the arched hole that even though I was running slowly, I rushed into the hole in a very short time. The blue brick walls and the smooth stone floor suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, and I shuddered at such a familiar sight.

I feel that the way I run up should be very similar to the ghost soldier played by Pan Changjiang in a certain movie. Because my body shook a lot, the entire passage flickered and darkened under the violent shaking of the one-eyed flashlight, which added to the sense of horror.

My head was clear, and although I was running as hard as I could, I was paying more attention to my back, and I was always listening to the voices coming from behind me. I didn't look back, I didn't think it worked, the sound coming into my ears was enough for me to make a judgment, and it made more sense to use the flashlight on the road.

I couldn't hear my feet on the ground, and combined with the feeling of stepping on cotton, I could tell I was running slowly. It's different from the loud sound I made when I walked through the Lop Nur underground drain. But it's not completely silent, I can hear the sound of hard objects rubbing or crashing, this sound is coming from behind, it should be the big guy chasing after me.

But the voice was not hurried, it rang once in a while, as if it were following me unhurriedly, like a cat teasing mice.

I didn't know what it was for, but I could feel it was driving me somewhere else, as if it wasn't yet time to eat, or that it was going to drive me to the restaurant and eat me again.

But I had no choice but to move frantically along the passage at the sound of its claws falling to the ground without hurrying or slowing down, but sounding close at hand. Unless I want to end my life as soon as possible.

The width and height of the passage are the same as the Lop Nur underground drainage canal I remember. In order to keep the flashlight from stunning. During the run, I maxed out the aperture of the cyclops flashlight. In this way, the flashlight is no longer a straight pillar of light, but spreads out as soon as the flashlight shines out, illuminating the front channel very clearly. At the same time, the shaking of my body does not cause the light and shadow to go on and off, at least I feel much better.

I didn't care that such a bright light would expose myself more obviously. Actually, this light is only beneficial to me, and for the blood-eyed monster behind me, there is no light that will not affect eating.

In the bright daylight I quickly noticed a slight difference between this passage and the Lop Nur underground drain. There are also traces of water erosion on the blue brick walls on both sides of this passage, but the traces of water erosion are very high, almost at the top of the vaulted cave.

This discovery made me immediately aware and unreasonably relieved: I didn't go back to Lop Nur in a strange way.

I don't know what this passage actually does, but I hope that there will be a big flood at this moment, and it is better to flood this passage, so that at least it will not die in the mouth of the blood-eyed monster, and I can be buried with it. Maybe Jack will be spared.

Thinking of this, I began to worry and curse Jack again.

That's when it happened. I suddenly noticed a fork in the road ahead.

The aperture of the one-eyed flashlight is adjusted to the maximum, and its illumination distance will be much less, but the scattered light illuminates the two walls of the passage without leaving a trace of darkness, so that this fork in the road will appear clearly after jumping into the light at once.

After I noticed that there were traces of water erosion in this passage and judged that it might be a hydraulic project, I estimated that it would hit a fork in the road or an exit. Because water is to be stored somewhere.

But when I saw this fork in the road, I still felt incredible. Because this fork in the road is a cross-shaped. My head was immediately confused, and I began to wonder what this channel was doing. I can't believe that an aqueduct would build a crossing. Even a liberal arts student like me, who studied archaeology, knew that this was contrary to the common sense of mechanics, and what a huge turbulence the water would produce at such a junction.

At this time, I also faintly noticed another problem, that is, in this passage, I did not feel a slope. If it is an aqueduct, you can feel the slope more or less. Otherwise, it is not conducive to accelerating the flow of water.

Of course, my mental tension and focus on my back may also be the reason why I didn't feel the slope of the passage. My perception on both legs is extremely poor, and I can't feel a small slope. However, even if the factor of whether this passage has a slope or not, it is simply the design of its crossing. It basically overturned what I originally thought of as an aqueduct.

I know I'm facing the biggest choice of my life, and I have three ways to choose, left, center, and right, and if you add that if you turn around and fight the blood-eyed monster, that's four choices. It's such a luxury.

The straight passage directly ahead is clear at a glance, exactly like the way it came. The two horizontal openings revealed only a cyan brick wall, and the situation inside had not yet appeared to my eyes. At this moment, it occurred to me that maybe I could use this opportunity to escape.

The straight choice was too obvious, and I wasn't too quick to get out of it and escape its sight. Then I can only choose a certain channel horizontally, as for which one it doesn't matter, I can't know the situation inside, I can only bet on luck and choose the right direction of exit.

I swayed violently towards the fork in the road as I tried to feel my limbs. Unfortunately, frustrated, I can control my body to react, but the feeling that my limbs give back to my brain is numbness. That is, my body is not flexible enough to carry out the instructions given by the brain.

It's bad. There is a risk that my plan will fail or even be executed.

I decided to give it a try anyway because I felt that I might not have the opportunity to do it again.

I didn't use the word stumbling because I didn't feel like I was going to fall even though I was shaking a lot when I ran. It's like a drunken boxer, although he seems to be unsteady and drunk, but the person is very sober and knows what he is doing. That's how I feel at the moment.

As the intersection drew closer, I meditated on the steps of action, and realized that as long as my body didn't betray me halfway, the plan could still succeed. Then I stared to the top of the crossroads, and I let out a long breath. There wasn't a single black hole in that place that gave me palpitations.

I felt that the experience of the Lop Nur underpass left me with a phobia, and no matter where I was, as long as I passed through the underpass, I couldn't help but look overhead. Including tunneling.

Without this worry, I can finally start my operations. (To be continued......)