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Knowledge is power. Fear has a more immediate force. At this moment, fear outweighed the effects of suffocation and death on me, and the sharp pain in my back could not stop my desire to go up. I desperately grabbed a higher branch and climbed up, and when one leg left the water and could step on a branch, I knew I could get out of the water.

The first thing I did when I left the water was to throw the Lao man into the trunk of the tree, and I wanted to kick it twice more to relieve my anger, but I stopped it at the sight of the hedgehog-like sawdust on his back and buttocks.

The Laotian lay on the wood, turned his head with difficulty, and said two Chinese characters "thank you" to me in stiff Chinese. I looked at the flesh on his back, which was still trembling slightly, and silently gave a thumbs up to the meat shield.

I could hear him talking. It was a real accident. I had a strange feeling in my heart that we might have succeeded.

The voice of the Lao man is muffled, not because his voice is so muffled, but because the sound reaches my ears like this. It seems that this sound is coming from the jar, and I know that of course it is not, it should be that our environment has changed, and it is our environment that makes the sound muffled.

I immediately thoughtfully shone the flashlight to the side. There was a wall right in front of me, a wall that was falling backwards at a rapid pace, and of course we were doing it at a rapid pace. I quickly turned and shone my flashlight on the other side, and the same wall appeared in my field of vision. We entered the waterway. We did it. The feeling of joy was so great that I almost cried.

But this joy was only instantaneous, and I immediately shone my flashlight on the water, I wanted to know what kind of danger existed in the water, what was gnawing at the branches and leaves, and whether something would jump out of the water and choose someone to eat.

The current is fast, and there is no splash from the surge behind it, and the turbulent water surface is calm and scary. It gives me the feeling that the water in the waterway is not being pushed forward by the current, but more like there is a force in front of it that is pulling it forward and rushing forward.

There is only one possibility to explain this situation with physical knowledge, and that is that the drop in the waterway is very large. So large that it flows faster than the speed at which water pours into the channel. But how could there be creatures in such a turbulent waterway?

The Laotian man was lying on a log with his head in the direction of travel. He has been in this position since I threw him on the wood, perhaps because there were too many sawdust on his back to prevent him from taking another position. I was standing in front of him to see what was going on in the water. I crouched down. Squatting right in front of the Laotian's head.

But there really is something in such a turbulent waterway. At the moment when I just crouched. A hairy hand suddenly reached out of the water in front of me. This is not an accurate statement, the back of this hand has a long hair, which is wet and sticks to the back of the hand. But I knew it was supposed to be furry. The hand appeared very suddenly, which coincided with the timing of my crouching down, as if it had been lurking in the water for a long time, and this time it was meant to drag me into the water.

There was still a certain distance between the position I was crouching and the surface of the water, otherwise I wouldn't have climbed up so hard. The presence of this hand startled me, but I didn't panic, and certainly didn't jump. Instead, he jumped.

The hand gripped the surface of the water twice and then sank downward, seemingly fleetingly. As the hand frantically clawed in the air, a glowing watch on its wrist reminded me of its owner. Yes, it's Jack, and the owner of this watch and this hand is Jack. He once made a high-profile display of this high-end waterproof watch in front of me. I naturally envy the fact that we who often run to work in the field have a paranoid love for this all-rounder waterproof watch. I also knew that it was more expensive than I could afford, so I could only blush with envy, so I recognized the watch and its owner at a glance.

It happened and ended quickly, in a flash. I'm not talking about this hand, but about everything that happens in the instant after I see this hand, and it's over in the blink of an eye, and if it's a movie screen, it's over at forty-eight frames, seventy-two frames at most. But for me, the situation at that time was complicated, including my thoughts, and many of my small but decisive actions that could determine the outcome could not be explained in one word. If you put the movie in slow motion, you can see it very clearly......

I first shoved the cyclops flashlight into the mouth of the Laotian. This flashlight was stuck in my mouth a lot of the time along the way, and I had enough. Now it's the turn of the Laotians to give me light, and I don't think it's anything excessive. Of course, I would prefer to put the flashlight in the hands of the Laotians, but the Laotians are lying on the wood like dead dogs, their hands hanging weakly at their sides, and their eyes are wide open, staring at the water with me. I watched this scene and didn't get angry, just now in the water he locked his throat with an iron arm, almost strangled me to death, and immediately turned into a dead dog when I got up to the wood. If it's not a language barrier......

Forget it, the reality is that it's really hard for me to communicate with him, and kicking him to death won't change the status quo. And the hedgehog-like sawdust that stuck to his back, so I couldn't get angry at him. The Laotians showed strong resistance to being stuffed with a column in their mouths, and the alloy shell of the cyclops flashlight collided with his teeth, making a "click" sound.

My movements were rough enough, and I had a bit of a bully's hard-nosed attitude, and I didn't have time to explain it to him. The Lao man gave in instantly, I think he was trying to save his teeth, and he gave me a resentful look.

Of course, I can bite the cyclops flashlight myself, and I was a little careful when I stuffed the cyclops flashlight into the mouths of the Laotians. I'm going to save Jack, and I might even fall into the water, I have to be connected to the wood, and I don't want to save people and put myself in it. The rope that tied the flashlight was my only connection to the wood.

I ignored the Laotian, and the moment the cyclops flashlight slipped into his mouth, my body slid sideways. Of course, I wasn't stupid enough to jump straight into the water, my left hand was on one branch, my legs were locked to the other at the same time, and my body slid down the arc of the trunk. At the moment when that furry hand was about to sink into the water, I grabbed him.

It was my right hand that grabbed this furry hand, and it was strong and painful. The severe pain in my back made me unable to stop scolding my mother, and I didn't have the strength to pull him out of the water, and I couldn't bend my arms at all. The Laotian people should have understood my intentions at the moment when my body slid down, and the flashlight followed my movements into the water. Because of the coherence of the movements, the light shines directly on the two hands that are clenched.

The hand that grabbed me was just as strong, and my heart relaxed at once, and I was worried that the person in the water would lose the ability to save himself. In that case, in my current state, it would be unimaginably difficult to save him. Now I'm not worried.

Sure enough, there was a huge downward pull from this powerful hand, and in an instant, a head jumped out of the water. (To be continued......)