PS: PS: Everyone see if they have a monthly pass in their backpacks, and if they have, let's vote for them quickly. It's the end of the month, don't waste it.

I didn't see it clearly? What do you mean.

I thought about it carefully. I had not been there for long, and it was impossible to look very closely, but I had an idea of the general situation, especially what I thought was the point, the column of water that had poured down from the dome. As for the other aspects, I can't think of it, but from the underground lake to the underground river, I think it's okay, this difference is unbearable, let alone fish.

Of course, I didn't go deeper and look at the center of the water, and I certainly didn't know as much about the underground lake as Jack as a whole. If he had found something else or felt at another point of view, I wouldn't have had a say, but what he said was that I didn't see it completely, and that I could see but didn't find it. What could it be?

As soon as a person's attention is concentrated, many sensory discomforts are relieved. For example, my vomiting and back pain have subsided at this moment.

But I still couldn't catch what I was missing, and maybe I really didn't see the details that Jack considered crucial. I had to shrug helplessly, and lowered my head to make a blank expression at Jack.

Jack sat a little lower than I was, and my feet hung down in front of his eyes, of course, I ignored his request for me to move a little. He had to hold up the glow stick so that he could illuminate the faces of both of us. I'm happy with my perspective and the feeling of being looked up by him, wouldn't it be more fun to take off my shoes and smoke him with his stinky feet?

Jack was clearly unaware of my dirty thoughts. After seeing my expression, he suddenly lowered the glow stick and placed it at his feet. So much so that his body was lying on the handle of the cup, looking very unstable and about to fall.

I know what he's doing, he's lighting me up and letting me see the water. At this moment, something lit up in my head, no, it should have been a thought or information that popped up. But it's fleeting. I didn't catch it. Something should be prompting me, and I stared at the water with wide eyes. I hope that lightning strikes me again.

Jack didn't give me too long, he only held this position for a moment before he sat up very hard and raised the glow stick again. Shine on the faces of both of us. This time he didn't speak. looked at me. Then a look of disdain was revealed.

Your sister. I'll admit I didn't catch the inspiration, but there's no need to look at me like that. I'm already thinking about implementing the Stinky Feet tactic.

It seemed like it was a struggle, and Jack gasped and leaned against the hill wall next to my feet. One hand touched and touched the backpack for a long time. I pulled out a glass bottle, transparent, and I saw a few cigarettes inside. He unscrewed the cap, pinched one out with a crooked mouth, then tightened the cap, lit it, took a hard puff, and let out a long puff of cigarette.

I watched him until he was about to put the glass bottle with the cigarette back in his backpack, and I finally couldn't help but ask him, "Aren't you going to give me one?" Aren't you fucking able to pretend to be a gentleman in front of Xiao Ting? Why don't you pretend at this time. ”

I'm really mad at this thing, this Yankee is stingy and stingier than our chemistry teacher. Oh, our chemistry teacher's story of picking the door has the opportunity to tell you, in short, it is a very picky person.

Will you die by splitting a cigarette!? I was screaming in my heart.

"We Americans don't know how to smoke." Jack tilted his head in defense.

"This is China, you are in China now. Aren't you a Chinese expert, you know Chinese habits, follow Chinese rules! "My voice was angry and resolute. The main thing is that my addiction to smoking was hooked by him.

Jack reluctantly pulled out a cigarette and handed it to me with a sentence. "You owe me one more time."

His head was right at my feet, and I wanted to kick him to death.

"How many cigarettes do you have?" I couldn't help but ask him.

Jack counted, but suddenly looked up and said, "You, what do you mean?" ”

"I want to owe you a few more times."

Jack quickly stuffed the bottle into his backpack and raised his middle finger upward.

Spat out a smoke ring, Jack said slowly, "What do you think of the debris floating on the water." ”

I frowned. What do you think? I've seen a whirlpool smash wood, and I'm numb to it and take it for granted. I shook my head.

Jack didn't hear my response, and looked up to see me shaking my head. He said dissatisfiedly: "Don't be stingy with your language, I have a hard time looking at your body language and expressions in this position, you know." ”

I laughed. Of course I do, and I'm going to give you a taste of the power of the Stinky Feet tactics. However, the shoes have just been dried and there is not much sweat along the way, so it is estimated that the power will not be too great. If the fat man were here, his stinky feet would probably make Jack suffer.

"Well, you're so sluggish, by the time you figure it out, we're either all finished or we're already out. I'll tell you my analysis, and you see it as reasonable or not. After Jack said this, he leaned against the back of the mountain wall and chose a more comfortable position. It looks like it's going to be a long story.

I'm very unhappy with the unresponsive assessment, but I'm more curious about his analysis. I snorted and didn't protest more strongly.

"You describe the underground lake as a big drum, and I think it's very vivid. We're in the drum. The sound resonates inside the drum, and nothing survives this resonance. We were spared the death of the water that had been discovered in time for the outlet of the underground lake, but if we had found it a little later or moved quickly enough, our bodies would have floated down. And it is the water above that beats the drum. ”

With that, Jack pointed to it.

"I think it's a lot like a tool of yours. Disc. Water is the upper layer of the millstone, the bottom of that vortex. ”

"I call it the sinkhole whirlpool." I interjected.

"Zhang, you're a genius. I've been looking for a suitable name for it, and there's no doubt that it's too apt. ”

Your sister. I understand that Yankees are emotional creatures. But I couldn't get used to the fact that I was slow to react just after I finished speaking, and two minutes later I was praised as a genius.

"Please continue." I don't want to be influenced by his emotions.

"OK" Jack nodded, looked up at me again, and said, "Do you continue to compliment you?" ”

I almost vomited three liters of blood. "NO, continue your analysis."

Jack shrugged and made a nonchalant expression. He didn't seem to care much about continuing to praise me and the wide range of mood swings.

"Sinkhole Whirlpool, what a good name. Zhang, you have the right of first refusal, this name will appear in the report, and maybe add your last name, Zhang Tiankeng Whirlpool, what do you think? ”

Three black lines appeared on my forehead. "Jack, do you think your analysis is good? Don't you think it's important for us to stay alive? ”

"Okay. I'll say the point. Jack reluctantly put away the topic he was interested in. (To be continued......)