PS: Have a great weekend everyone. I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn in advance.

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Again, I took the meat from my mouth. Looks like the Yankees really don't plan on letting me eat. But the Yankees' words make me a little worried.

"What do you mean, filling my stomach will make me regret it? Run silly you. ”

Jack pointed to the cyclops flashlight on my waist, and swung his chin aimlessly around. "See for yourself. I hope you're still in the mood to eat after watching it. ”

The fat man's torch had been reworked before setting off, wrapped in a lot of strips of cloth soaked in plate oil, but at present, the light emitted by this torch had been shortened a lot, and it could no longer reach the five meters in diameter that the fat man said. It was also a bit reluctant to use this torch to illuminate, and the shaking fire emitted an orange light, which could only illuminate the little space we were enclosing us. Our shadows didn't even pull out too far before disappearing into the darkness not far away. If you want to see your surroundings clearly, you have to use a flashlight.

I pulled my flashlight from my waist, lit it, and shone it in a certain direction. The light disappeared straight into the darkness, as if it disappeared as soon as the glass of the flashlight came out.

I frowned, knowing that the environment was too dark and empty, and there was a lack of references, which made it impossible to accurately judge the irradiation distance of the flashlight. That's not a problem though. I immediately deflected the flashlight downward, and the flashlight shone on the ground, and the flat ground appeared in front of me like a carpet, and stretched out to the end of my line of sight under the flashlight.

My flashlight is in the high beam, and in the dark environment, the flashlight is particularly dazzling and long, and I can see a distance of about 150 meters. I don't know what Jack asked me to watch. But through Jack's random head swing, I felt that he didn't have a clear direction, and it seemed that wherever I looked, I could see what he wanted me to see.

The flashlight didn't find anything in this direction, except for the carpet-like floor that looked like no furniture. Maybe it's a matter of height? I'm sitting on the ground, and the perspective is somewhat affected. But I don't think it will have much impact. But I stood up anyway to get a better perspective.

A good perspective doesn't change the result of nothing. But the standing position allows me to rotate my body flexibly, and I keep my hand holding the flashlight still, but move the flashlight by slowly turning my body.

After turning 360%, I looked at Jack and asked, "Do you want to say we left the hole and the wall?" ”

There was nothing on the ground, not even a pebble in sight. In the same way, I didn't see the entrance to the cave we left or the stone wall. I'm not surprised by this, I really worked hard to get out of there. If I had fatty liver, I would have been able to get rid of the fat on this stretch. It's normal to be far away from that hole.

"It's not." Jack shook his head, looked up at me and said, "Are you running in a straight line?" It's always been you leading the way, you know best. ”

I blinked.

"Of course, my brother has a super sense of direction, and there are no roadblocks here that prevent me from changing direction, so I keep running straight, straight towards that raised thing."

"But." Jack struggled to get up with a limp. Point in one direction and say, "Where is it?" ”

This time, Jack was very clear about a direction. I just woke up from a deep sleep. There is no way to determine the current direction without any references. But looking at Jack's sure look, it should be very certain. But as I got a clear direction, another question came to my mind. The fat man said that he was lost, how could he get lost when there was such a clear direction?

Our goal is that bulging thing. Other than that, there is no clear goal here, other than to turn back, to go back to that passage. However, there is no way to survive that passage. At the moment when Black Manro fell, the space itself was already dangerous, and going back to that passage was simply a death.

My flashlight and eyes turned in the direction of Jack's finger at the same time. It's pitch black and endless everywhere, and this direction is no exception.

I thought about it for a moment. When I first saw the bulge, it was blurry, but visually it felt like a big thing. That is, that thing is far away from us. What makes me scratch my head the most now is how far I've run.

If there is no weight or little weight, I can judge the distance of this run by running to the detachment. But running with Jack on my back made it impossible for me to have any idea of this distance, and it was hard to guess.

I adjusted the aperture and angle of the flashlight several times, but I didn't find any targets. I had to say suspiciously, "That thing is far away, we haven't run to it yet." ”

"We, too, have run a long way." The fat man sat on the ground and interjected.

But he didn't look up, he didn't look in the direction of my flashlight, and his tone was even more gloomy.

"Do you know that Wangshan runs a dead horse? As long as the direction is right, sooner or later you can run there, don't be so pessimistic. Fatty, you have a problem with your attitude! I ended the sentence with a loud scolding. I hope to cheer him up, at least to make him interested in bickering. I think he's pessimistic.

"And how far do you think we're from our destination? It's that bulging thing. "The fat man didn't answer me, it was Jack who took over the subject.

I thought for a moment and said, "Our lighting is not good, I think if the lighting can keep up, it should be very clear what it really looks like by now." ”

Then I shook my flashlight. "Are you sure this direction is the direction in which I am running and the direction in which the protrusion exists?"

You have clear answers to both of these questions. Yes. ”

"So sure?" I nodded, a smug smile on my face. "Brother's sense of direction is awesome. This is unenviable. ”

But I immediately had new questions. "How do you know it's okay in this direction? Is your sense of direction better than mine? Or the compass is good here. ”

Jack shook his head. "Neither. We prove. ”

"Proof what? That's it all. ”

"You interrupted me!" Jack frowned, pointed to the ground, and said, "This one is the direction we ran from, and this one is the direction of that protrusion." ”

It was only then that I saw that there were two white markings on the ground marked with a hard object: a straight line with an arrow at one end indicating direction. The two lines and arrows indicate almost the same direction.

My eyebrows were twisted into two pimples, and my eyes looked at Jack with obvious question marks. I felt more and more confused and uneasy. How can they prove that the direction I am running is okay?

"We threw a flare." After saying this, Jack exhaled.

Depend on. I said, I thought he had some new tricks. In an environment where the compass fails, I really can't think of any other way to get the bearing. Unless, of course, he has such an awesome sense of direction as I have.

"But. The bulge is still there. ”

Jack's seemingly normal words made me feel creepy. Because Jack's tone was full of disappointment and despair. (To be continued......)