The moment I fell down in the pit, the first thing I thought about was that I shouldn't look too ugly after I died. In hindsight, I really admired what I wanted when I was dying.

On top of the safety rope I was hanging, above it were Master and Captain Locke, and I don't know where it started, and if they were both as unlucky as I was, they fell down. Just as I was thinking about it for more than ten seconds, my falling body fell to the soft ground. When my body touched the ground, I breathed a sigh of relief, and said to myself: It's really fateful, fortunately I am not too high from the ground in the deep pit, and fortunately the soil here is very loose, so I was not killed.

The moment I fell to the ground, I hurriedly stood up and flashed to the side, afraid that if someone fell down from above, it would fall directly on my body, and then I would not be crushed to death but crushed to death, not very unjustly.

As a result, I was too flustered to pay attention to my feet when I got up to dodge, and I tripped over an unknown object under my feet, fell and ate, and the backpack I was carrying behind me smashed directly on my head, smashing my head and my eyes full of stars. I couldn't help but scold in my heart: his grandmother's, this is "people are unlucky, drinking cold water is also his grandmother's stuffed teeth". I pushed the backpack that had smashed on my head to the side, then sat up, pulled out the military searchlight in the backpack, turned it on, and shone it on the ground next to me, trying to see what the hell had tripped over me.

As a result, the moment the flashlight swept out, I was so frightened that I jumped up from the ground, took several steps backwards, and almost fell to the ground again. It turned out that I didn't hurt myself when I fell just now, and I was always grateful that the ground in the pit was very soft. However, I only now realize that I fell from a great height, and the reason why I didn't fall was not because the ground inside the pit was soft. It's because, after I just fell, I fell on top of a man who was now lying motionless on the ground under the rope in an extremely strange position. I looked at him lying on the ground, and it didn't look like a living person could pose.

From the clothes of the person lying on the ground, it can be seen that this person should be a member of the search and rescue team, I don't know if it is one of the two people who came down to explore the path first, or the foreigner under my same rope. In order to confirm the identity of the deceased, I took the plunge and walked to the foreigner who was lying on the ground and pointed the flashlight in my hand at his head. As a result, I only saw Bai Huahua's brain, which was spread out in a large patch on the ground, like a stirred tofu brain.

The people on the ground had already seen their original appearance, and when they saw Bai Huahua's brain, I was so disgusted that I almost didn't vomit, and I said: It's good that I didn't eat anything in the afternoon, or there would be a lot of vomit sprayed on the corpse in front of me.

I swallowed uncomfortably, forced down the tumbling stomach acid, and stopped looking at the corpse on the ground. However, thinking of the tragic condition of the corpse, I vaguely felt that something was wrong. I felt that something was wrong in my heart, so I had to stabilize my feelings, turn my head and carefully observe the corpse on the ground again, and when I looked at it again, I immediately noticed that something was wrong.

The dead man with a cracked brain lying on the ground was the foreigner who was on the same rope as me, below me. Because, he helped a ribbon on his wrist that resembled a red silk scarf, which was a relic of the foreigner's mother. They foreigners say they are materialists, but they are also very superstitious. Lao Mei's big head soldiers, when they are on a mission, will bring a family item, such as a family photo, or a family heirloom necklace and other things, saying that they are lucky things and can bless peace.

And the members of the foreigner search and rescue team who died tragically on the ground had a very conspicuous red ribbon tied to their hands. Before the team set off, I had heard him tell the meaning and story of the red ribbon, so I remembered the foreigner with the red ribbon tied in his hand. And when he was about to go into the deep pit, he once told him to be "careful" when he was walking in front.

Now that the identity of the deceased is clear, so he will feel that something is wrong, the place where he fell just now is not very high, and this foreigner is still under his rope, even if he is not prepared to fall down suddenly, the death will not be so miserable. Could it be that his tragic death was not caused by a fall? Thinking of this, I hurriedly stood up and shot the flashlight in my hand in all directions.

However, the fog in the pit was thick, and the light of the flashlight was five steps away, and only a small bright spot could be seen, and there was no other reference except for a pillar of light shot by the flashlight.

There was no sound in the deep pit, and when I saw any people or things, I couldn't help but feel a little nervous in my heart. I thought I would examine the deceased's body again, but just as I was about to turn around, a burst of gunfire rang out from above my head, and I hurried forward.

I ducked far away from where I had fallen, to prevent me from being accidentally injured by a stray bullet from above. Listening to the sound of gunfire, I thought to myself: something happened on the rope. The members of the search and rescue team who were still hanging on the rope must have faced a great threat for the gunshots to sound so intensively. Although, almost all of them have guns in their hands to defend themselves, but now they can be regarded as hanging by a thread, they are all hanging on a rope, and their actions are very limited, if one is not careful, they may break the rope, then it will be troublesome.

I stood on the ground at a certain distance from the earth wall, and I clenched my pistol in my hand with great anxiety and anxiety. This is a Browning pistol, which was stuffed to me by a foreigner's female translator for self-defense when the open area of the old forest was attacked by the earth dragon, and now this pistol has become my life-saving straw. I clutched the flashlight and pistol in my hand, listened carefully to the movements around me, mobilized the cells and nerves of my body, and was engrossed in vigilance.

At this time, the gunfire in the distance stopped intermittently, and my nervous feelings finally eased a lot. So, I walked forward with peace of mind, wanting to go back to the place where I had just come down and wait for the other members of the search and rescue team to come down and ask what had just happened. And as I walked back with my flashlight, I faintly heard the sound of an object being dragged on the ground, as if someone was dragging a heavy sack on the ground.

Hearing a noise ahead, I thought it was other members of the search and rescue team coming down, so I hurriedly ran forward, shouting as I ran, "I'm Sven, who came down?" "When I finished shouting, I didn't hear anything back, and the dragging sound that was clearly visible just now disappeared.

I was amazed in my heart, and I said, "Did I hear it wrong?" When I walked back to the place where I had fallen, there was no half a figure on the earthen wall. Moreover, when I glanced at the somewhat strange surroundings, I immediately noticed something unusual, and cursed in my heart: his grandmother's, now here, I can't help but see half of the living people, even the dead people on the ground are gone.

When I found the dead body on the ground gone, my brain suddenly tingled as if I had been electrocuted, and my hair stood on end. The heart said: The person who was lying on the ground just now, looking at his tragic condition, is definitely dead, and it is impossible for him to get up and walk by himself. However, in the blink of an eye, the dead body disappeared without a trace for no reason. Thinking of this, I began to hint and comfort myself in my heart that I must have run away in a panic just now, and I was in the wrong place when I came back.

So, I raised my head, raised the flashlight in my hand, and looked up at the earthen wall in front of me. As a result, my heart suddenly became half cold. I saw that the rope I used when I came down just now was faintly hanging above my head. And the light of the flashlight, when it touched the ground again, you could clearly see a clear pool of blood on the ground, which was enough to prove that this was the place where you came down, and the corpse really disappeared out of thin air.

The fact that the corpse was gone, like a hammer hitting my heart, made my brain stop working all of a sudden, and only one voice kept coming to mind, "What the hell is going on?" ”

I stood in the pit in horror, my thoughts slowly recovering little by little, but my heart was even more uneasy, and my heart said: According to common sense, the people on the rope should have descended into the pit one after another. However, there was no sound around him now, only himself alone in the cold wind and thick fog. In retrospect, since the gunshots rang out, the pit had become strangely quiet, and the fog had become thicker, waving his fingers in the air, and the mist would ripple through his fingers like ripples of water.

It's been a long time since I've been alone in such a strange place, and my heart is starting to mess around again, and I hesitate. I wondered if I should shout twice to see if anyone answered. However, the thought of the corpse on the ground disappearing for no apparent reason suggests that there is some unknown danger beneath the pit, and that if I shout, I will undoubtedly reveal my whereabouts. Thinking of this, I think it's better to wait quietly.

Once I had my mind in mind, I cradled my backpack in my arms and pressed my back against the dirt wall to prevent someone or other unknown objects in the pit from suddenly sneaking up on me. I turned off the flashlight in my hand, thinking to myself: Anyway, in this foggy pit, the light of the flashlight is useless, completely useless, and will only expose my whereabouts and suffer from it.

The annoying darkness came again, and the moonlight in the sky was very bright, but it could not illuminate the deep pit shrouded in thick fog, and the damp mist raged every sensitive nerve in the body, making people breathless. My back was pressed against the cold, damp earthen wall, and I secretly prayed in my heart that Master and they would come down soon.

The tense nerves made my spirit and will soon feel tired, and I couldn't help but yawn, and the tired black hand once again stretched out to me without warning. I struggled to hold my heavy eyelids again and again, and I couldn't help but think to myself: it seems that my body has reached its limit, and I really hope to get a good night's sleep.

As a result, when I suddenly opened my eyes again, I screamed "miserable" in my heart, and I actually sat on the ground and fell asleep. I hurriedly got up from the ground, remembering how I fell asleep, and how long had I been asleep.

I hugged my backpack and looked around, the fog in the pit became much thicker, and the surroundings were still quiet, and I couldn't help but wonder in surprise: Master, why haven't they come down yet, didn't the gunfire just now solve the problem, or did they have come down, but they missed it when they fell asleep.

Thinking of this, I felt that it was not a way to continue to do this and wait, and I had to find a way to get in touch with the people above. I put my heavy backpack back behind me, first turned on the flashlight, pressed against the outermost dirt wall of the pit, and slowly moved to the side with my head down. There was no trace on the ground illuminated by the flashlight other than my footprints. I had heard the sound of sacks dragging on the ground before, but now that I saw the bloodstains, there were no drag marks, and the corpse seemed to dissolve into the air and disappeared out of thin air.

The dark sky, the thick fog, the strange pit, the danger is lurking. The nerves on my forehead were pounding, my head was starting to get dizzy, and my throat was as dry as a desert. I twisted the lid of the kettle, moistened my throat, and whispered "Master" to all around, only to be silent and silent.

The rope on the earthen wall was some distance from the ground, and I couldn't climb up again, so I had to keep walking along the dirt wall, hoping to meet the other members. However, I called the names of all the members of the search and rescue team, and there was still no answer in the silent pit. I've gone a long way against the dirt wall, but I'm not there yet. So, I turned around and walked back. And when I turned around and walked back, I first took two steps in the direction of my left-hand side, that is, two steps away from the earthen wall, and then flashlight, while shining the ground to inspect the traces and clues, I walked forward in a straight line.

The reason why I left the earthen wall was to try to find a trace and clue on the ground, to see if Master had come down to them, and if there were any other living creatures in this deep pit?

However, my idea was perfect, but in vain, not only did I not find any trace, but I was faced with a very embarrassing state.

That is, I was lost.