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Where there should have been roasted bats, I slowly crouched down. The bulging stomach kept me in this position for too long.

Like half a roasted bat was still here, I stared at it closely.

This place is the cleanest piece of stone ground around the campfire, and is located opposite Jack's rest. In other words, Jack and I were resting across the campfire. His side was filthy because the vomit and excrement could not be cleaned up in time. It's not that I have the intention to abuse him, it's that he has incontinence, and it's hard to clean up in time. Of course, I'm not a qualified caregiver either.

There was a clear grease stain on the stone floor, which was left by roasted bat meat. There are no traces around this oil stain.

There is a lot of oil on the grilled bat meat, and if it is dragged along, it is sure to leave a mark. But this direction is more like it has disappeared out of thin air.

It certainly doesn't go away on its own. I grabbed the AK47 automatic rifle on my chest with both hands and loaded the bullet with a 'click'. I didn't stand up, squatting was a very uncomfortable position for me, I knelt on my left knee, my right leg supporting my body at right angles, the handle of the gun against my right shoulder, and the muzzle of the gun moved towards the darkness overhead.

The bat meat was gone, and there was no trace of dragging, not even grease dripping around where it was meant to be. It's as if it flew straight upwards from where it was.

Cooked ducks can't fly, and roasted bats can't fly either. But there are flying things in this place. For example, the big bats.

I think the bats left because I couldn't feel the sound they were making anymore. Now it looks like I'm underestimating them, they should be hidden. Even the ultrasound of their search for prey is deliberately blocked, and they are waiting for me to make a mistake.

But what do they do when they catch roasted bats, they eat their own kind? This half of the roast bat is right next to the campfire, they must be very afraid of fire, how can they fly down and get rid of the roast bat.

Although these questions puzzled me, I did not have the time or heart to figure them out. I have to concentrate on finding them and beware of their raids.

Although the light of the campfire was bright, it was not enough to reach the roof of the cave, and the darkness outside the fire seemed to be boundless. The muzzle of the AK47 was in a straight line with my eyes, and I stared at the maximum, but still couldn't see what was going on in the dark. There were no traces of large bats where the fire was lit.

That's when the drawbacks of the AK47 in my hand became apparent, it was too heavy for me to use it with one hand. If it's a micro charge, I can hold the gun in one hand and turn on the cyclops flashlight with the other.

I didn't change my gun. Turn on the cyclops flashlight with your left hand, hold the flashlight with the hand holding the gun at the same time, and synchronize the flashlight with the muzzle. This action is a bit difficult for the left hand holding the gun, and to ensure the accuracy of the AK47 when firing, I have to hold on to the gun, otherwise the bullet will jump without direction.

The light of the cyclops flashlight illuminated the roof of the cave at once, and it was so high that there were no stalactites hanging above my head. At the same time, no large bats were seen.

After seeing the big bat with your own eyes and seeing it up close. I knew how to distinguish it from the craggy stalactites at the top of the cave, not to mention the fact that the roof of the cave was still open above my head.

The muzzle of the AK47 slowly moved with the light of the cyclops' flashlight. Soon a half-broken stalactite appeared in my sight. I glanced at it, and the muzzle of the gun didn't stop, and in a progressive scanning fashion, it extended outwards to search.

The roof of the cave was high, but it was illuminated by the cyclops. It was presented in front of my eyes at a glance. A large number of broken stalactites are densely scattered on the roof of the cave, some stalactites are still dripping downward, and there are very few intact stalactites. Stalactites are mostly grayish-brown in color, while its cross-section is more grayish.

I didn't shake the flashlight quickly, or turn the aperture of the cyclops flashlight wider. While this will make it easier to search the surrounding area, it will not be useful for actually finding the bat. They have strong light-absorbing properties that are difficult to spot without a closer look.

The flashlight moved over the stalactites that drooped down from the top of the cave, and my eyes were full of gray and taupe, which I kept ignoring and looking for black.

Suddenly, I felt creepy.

As the one-eyed flashlight flashed across the gray, the feeling of being peeping out of my mind and maddened me came to me.

I quickly moved the muzzle of the gun and the flashlight, and in the gray, two teacup-sized eyes with red light, as if embedded in stalactites, stared directly at me without blinking or moving.

It was a pair of blood-red eyes, and the light it emitted was also blood-colored, as if two light bulbs were hidden in two bays of blood water, and the blood color was reflected through the light of the light bulb.

Of course, there are no eyes growing on stalactites.

Even if I hadn't zoomed in on the aperture of the cyclops' flashlight, it would have been five meters wide when it reached the top of the cave. Moreover, the white light of the cyclops could still gather at this distance, and it illuminated the blood-red eyes very clearly.

The blood-red eyes were on a severed stalactite, and the lime-brown surface of the stalactite had the outline of a light gray object. This light gray object is so close to the color of the stalactites that I can't tell it out without looking closely, and I can't detect its presence.

But at the moment I can only make out an outline, I can't really see it, and I'm not sure what this thing is. But I can be sure that this is not a bat, and I can be sure of it both from its color and its general shape.

The red eyes are like two blood-colored light bulbs, really like light bulbs, it never blinks. But I knew it was a pair of eyes, and I could feel the cold hostility from it.

It hadn't been long with the blood-colored eyes, and it seemed uncomfortable and unusually angry at being exposed to the white light of my one-eyed flashlight, and the pale gray thing moved. The first thing I saw emerge from behind the stalactites was a half-roasted, charred bat.

The burnt yellow roasted bat is the second most striking color of the cyclops' eyes in the light of the one-eyed flashlight. And it was much larger than the blood-colored eyes, and the roast bat attracted my eyes as soon as it appeared, and at the same time, the appearance of this thing gradually became clear in front of my eyes.

If the big bat is the devil, then this thing is the devil. Are we going to hell?

This thing is much larger than a large bat, and it has no wings, at least not from my point of view. However, it can cling to the stalactites on the roof of the cave.

His limbs are very long, and his initial posture should be that he is holding a stalactite with his limbs folded, because it is very close to the stalactite, and the color of the two is very close, so I did not distinguish its shape for a short time.

And now, one of its forelimbs had been removed from behind the stalactite, clutching the half of the roasted bat in its claws.

Seeing this claw holding a roasted bat, my heart couldn't help but sink. (To be continued......)