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I am even more convinced of my hunch that the biggest difficulty we will encounter next will not be food shortages, but more terrible and more immediate threats.

There were a lot of broken wood, and the Laotians and Vietnamese soon lit a fire. We all say that if you can move, you can generate heat. Fumi can't, although he is the most leisurely person on the way, but because of this, his body is trembling slightly while sitting on the cold ground.

The fire made the condition of the sub-rice better, especially after drinking a little boiling hot water, everyone's face turned rosy.

I tossed the slight *rush around my neck to Jack and swapped the bullets in the two backpacks.

Jack looked at me in surprise and said, "Zhang, do these ghost weapons work?" ”

But for me to take over the heavy AK47, Jack obviously has no problem.

I pointed to the other gun around my neck and said, "Who knows, but I like this guy, it's a man's weapon." ”

Jack snorted. "I hope you can keep it up until the end."

I said, "Probably yes." ”

Actually, what I want to say is that it should be possible to have this gun. At least the most promising one, I'm talking about the one who persists in surviving to the end. Of course, this is the worst-case scenario, and it is something I don't want to see.

While everyone was warming up by the campfire, I walked alone to the underground river. The river is flowing slowly, and there are still a lot of wood chips floating on the surface of the river, and the difference between the water surface and the river bank is not large, no more than one meter. There is no need to worry about falling overboard here. Climbing up from the river is not a problem for each of us, including Fumi.

I had an AK47 around my neck and my backpack was not taken and thrown next to the campfire. This is influenced by Jack not to leave weapons to those who are not at ease, or more precisely, to let only those who trust them have access to them.

I sat cross-legged on the riverbank, holding a glow stick out of the river with one hand, and pulling a small bag of food out of my pocket with the other, and tearing open the package with my teeth. It's a pack of compressed biscuits, not as crisp as the ones we usually eat. But when you bite it, in addition to being hard, it will also drop slag.

I took a bite of the compressed biscuit. Then pour the cookie scraps crushed into the bag into the river. Compressed biscuits have strong water absorption, and after absorbing water, they will expand violently, and these biscuit dregs, which have expanded several times, quickly sink into the water, and are invisible to be covered by the floating wood chips on the water surface.

The flow of water in the underground river is smooth. There are not even waves on the surface of the water. The glow stick shines on my face. My face and figure were reflected in the river, and I was cut into countless pieces by the sawdust that kept drifting through the water. I ate the compressed biscuit and poured the dregs that fell off every time I bit into the biscuit. His eyes were watching the water closely.

I didn't move until I finished eating the packet of compressed biscuits, and the surface of the underground river didn't move.

"If you can't eat too much food, you can give me a little, and there is no need to feed the fish. What's more, there are no fish here at all. Jack's voice and his shadow appeared behind me at the same time, also holding half a pack of compressed biscuits in his hand.

I turned my head and looked up at him. It seems that he noticed my actions and guessed my purpose.

Jack finally had a chance to look down on me condescendingly, and enjoyed watching me and laughing a few times. I rolled my eyes at him with disdain and turned my head to face the river. I feel that this action has a great impact on Jack's psychology, he is already taller than me, this feeling of looking down should be what I want to get, he usually feels this way to most people, especially after arriving in China. It can't be caused by the pressure I put on him, so I won't be a sinner?

I put an end to this groundless speculation, patted my side and said, "Sit down, I have something to say to you." ”

I heard Jack laugh a few more times. "I like the feeling of standing and talking."

Damn, let me guess, I suddenly felt my head go big.

"Jack, if you can go back this time, you must see a psychiatrist. Really, you're not sick. ”

Behind him came Jack's laughter. "Zhang, don't stimulate me, I know myself, my psychological test assessment is A."

And this kind of test? I'm confused. If so, does he need to do this kind of test for a researcher of archaeology? I had to put a question mark in my mind.

But I'm not in the habit of being inferior to language. "I thought you had a degree in psychology from Duke University. However, I heard that there is a major in animal psychology, so you should take it as well. ”

In the "poof. After that, a large number of compressed biscuit crumbs, not moistened by saliva, sprayed on my head and on the surface of the river. Then came Jack's violent coughing and staccato, muffled cursing sounds.

I turned my head to see that Jack was choking or choking, his face flushed, and he was bent over and coughing. He also desperately made unintelligible sounds.

I saw that this was a lethal rhythm. Busy with one knee as a fulcrum, I quickly stood up, turned behind his back, and slammed my arms into my arms with both hands on his upper abdomen. I pushed so hard that Jack's weight was so heavy that I strangled my feet off the ground at once.

I saw that Jack's condition was not improving, and I was going to give him another try. At this time, Jack raised a hand and waved it, and made another gesture to drink water. I breathed a sigh of relief, patted him on the hunched back, and went to the campfire to get a glass of water.

My concern is that a foreign body has entered his respiratory tract, and if he just chokes, it is a minor problem. After a few sips of water, Jack's face softened, and he glared at me fiercely, but did not speak. It seems that he thinks he has no cheap money in the language confrontation, after all, Chinese is not his mother tongue, I am not smart in English, it is impossible to confront him in English, his English is fast, I can't understand what he is saying. So we don't use English to communicate with each other. This point is very difficult for Jack to lose.

Jack was finally willing to sit down. We sat side by side on the riverbank a foot apart, still coughing slightly, and I slapped the compressed biscuit scraps he had sprayed on his hair and clothes.

When I saw his feet hanging down on the water, I said to him, "Put them up, like I am." ”

Jack looked at me with disdain and said, "What's the matter, boss, you have to take care of this kind of thing?" Are you worried that a giant crocodile in the river will jump up and eat people? ”

I didn't speak, and continued to keep my head down, slapping the cookie dregs in my hair. I've been throwing biscuit scubs into the river for some time here, and I've been watching carefully, and the river doesn't look like a living thing. But I had a strange fear in my heart, and seeing his feet dangling on the surface of the water made me more and more anxious, like an obsessive-compulsive disorder, trying to drag his feet up from the water.

My anxious mood made my movements panic and disorderly, and the two hands that slapped my hair made my scalp sound in fear. Cookie crumbs in the hair drifted to the surface of the river mixed with dandruff.

At this time, a hand suddenly grabbed me. (To be continued......)