Finally I fell asleep, or maybe I passed out in a coma. And it's deep sleep or coma.

I was awakened by the pain in my back. The effects of morphine have passed. I was still lying on my stomach, and it was pitch black, and it was supposed to be night. I didn't feel wet, I didn't feel the rain falling on me, and I could hear the rain, but it was much quieter, and I could tell that it was the sound of the rain hitting the leaves, unlike during the day, when it was simply the sound of a waterfall pouring down, and it was a roar on the leaves.

There is a piece of cloth under my body, and it seems that the Laotians have thought very thoughtfully, so in order to increase the force area, I have spread a piece of cloth under my body, so that no matter how careless, it will not leak off the branches and leaves of the mat. I don't know how long I slept, but I bent my left arm to check the time, and at this time I noticed two things.

The first one is that my watch is broken. My watch is fluorescent and I can see the hour and north hands at night, but this time I looked pitch black. I touched the dial with my hand and it shattered. I don't know when the watch was broken, and I was surprised that I was disabled and broke my watch. It's just that the loss of the concept of time makes me a little uncomfortable. When I touched the dial, I noticed another thing, my arms were bare.

Whether we were running before or during the valley, we wore long shirts and trousers. Although the sweltering temperature made us sweat, no one dared to change into shorts and pants, not to mention mosquitoes and leech bites, and the simple branches and vines in the forest scratching on the bare skin were unbearable. But my arms are bare now.

Surprised, I touched my arm upward, Nima, and the clothes on her upper body were gone. When I touched it down, my ass was bare. I suddenly tightened my chrysanthemum, these two Laotians have some special habits. I felt it, but fortunately, Jumen didn't feel uncomfortable, so I relaxed slightly.

My backpack was next to my head, and there was a set of clothes in it, and I didn't have a hobby of showing off my ass in front of men, so I quickly fumbled and unzipped my backpack.

At this time, I faintly heard a "stinging" sound mixed with the sound of raindrops beating leaves. The rain was light, but still heavy, and the sound of banging on the leaves was tight and short. This sound, which is different from the raindrops, is a long note, which is particularly clear and harsh.

The sound was a bit abrupt, and I was still in a state where I had just woken up from my sleep and my mind was not yet awake, so I couldn't judge the source and direction of the sound. However, I didn't touch two Laotians during the whole body touch, and they should not be with me, and it is very likely that they made this sound. Because the sound is very similar to the sound of tearing a food bag.

I reached for my backpack and whispered, "Buazon? ”

There was no response, only the sound of raindrops hitting the leaves, and the slight "stinging" sound was inaudible. I continued to fumble in my backpack, but I changed my original purpose, I was groping for the one-eyed, I wanted to see who made that sound, at least I wanted to know where the Laotians were.

I reached out for the cyclops, only to find that the battery was dead, and it couldn't emit even the faintest light. I took the cyclops in my mouth and pulled a pack of batteries out of my backpack. All the items that are afraid of water are waterproof packaging made by me, which is very reliable, but it is troublesome to unpack. My heart was inexplicably restless, the unpacking action was deformed, and the phenomenon of brute force unpacking began to appear. I knew it would be half the effort, and the packaging I made myself shouldn't have to be difficult to unpack in order, but I couldn't control my anxiety, and it seemed like a second of delay would drive me crazy.

It was dark and I could hear the sound of the rain hitting the leaves, I could feel the leaves running across my face and the exhaled heat spraying on my hands, but I couldn't see the hands that were close at hand. The darkness aggravated my anxiety and turned it into fear.

The voice came into my ears again, and this time I heard it clearly, it was coming from under me. My **'s lower body is tight, and if I have the ability to shrink my belly, I will shrink. I don't know what it is, but I'm afraid it's going to attack my little brother hanging among the leaves, and I can't let the blood stain of his pure body for nearly thirty years, let alone let him die before he finishes his life.

The "gurgling" sound in my throat was caused by the extreme tension of my throat and the involuntary squirming of my throat, and my nervousness was uncontrollable.

Finally, the sealed battery pack was torn open by me, and brute force unpacking didn't save time at all, it should have been more time-consuming, but my nervousness made me unable to calm down. I quickly put on a new battery and opened the cyclops underneath me.

Underneath my body was my clothes, and I was just wondering where Bu Asong had found the cloth to spread under me, and it seemed that he was quite good at using local materials. The light of the cyclops flashlight, even when it came back from the leaves, was harsh, and I got used to it before I dared to open my eyes wide. The foliage underneath the clothes was thick and large, and I had to constantly change the angle and even stick my head into the dense foliage to see clearly.

The cushion of this small leaf was dense and thick, but it was empty underneath, and it was made up of a branch that branched out horizontally from the main trunk and grew on a flat basis. Despite the thickness of the foliage mat, I quickly made sure there was nothing on it in the bright light of the cyclops. That is, the strange voice is not around.

After making sure that there was no danger on the leaf mat under him, he sighed, at least the little brother was safe. I immediately shone the light of the cyclops on the part where the branch I was connected to the main trunk, if there was danger it should come from that direction, the python brought me too much psychological shadow, so I couldn't help but think of it when I heard the slightest movement. The trunk is clean, and this tree is different from the banyan tree, which is straight, and only at great intervals does it divide a branch horizontally, and grow a dense leaf. In such a tree, the python has nowhere to hide.

Maybe because of the rain, there was no fog in the sky, the light of the cyclops was very clear on the trunk of the tree, and the light from the aperture could be found far away, and I saw that there were many huge tropical plants behind the tree, and we seemed to be entering a tropical rainforest.

Approaching the main trunk, Buazon and another Laotian appeared in the cyclops light. Perhaps to relieve the pressure on the foliage mats, the two Laotians did not rest in the same place as me, but chose to rest at the roots of the branches with less load-bearing. In order not to fall, they fixed themselves to the branches with ropes, and I couldn't help but feel sour when I saw them like this, and I couldn't bear to wake them up and let them rest for a while.

To make sure safe and to find the source of that strange sound, I shone the cyclops flashlight down the straight trunk of a tree, only to see something creepy to my heart.

PS: Today's update is a bit late, please forgive me.