My hand was in the middle of what looked like a huge fishing net.

In the middle of it lay a rectangular object, on which a green light the size of a matchhead flickered and flickered.

"Oops!"

After seeing the glowing green object clearly, I couldn't help but slap it heavily on the head.

"Why did you forget this thing!"

I could see clearly that it was a Motorola police walkie-talkie, and its reception distance was within two kilometers.

This kind of walkie-talkie is also the equipment we purchased before this climb, and each person has one.

I kept it in my backpack all along, and it was lost with it before I could take it out.

However, Sima's backpack has always been on his back, and his walkie-talkie must not have been lost.

It's long overdue for us to take out the walkie-talkie and try to contact other people, instead of just searching around aimlessly.

As soon as I finished saying that, Sima also sighed lightly.

The incident happened suddenly, and he didn't immediately remember that we still had this life-saving communication device.

After sighing, Sima didn't talk nonsense, and as I expected, he took out the walkie-talkie he was equipped with from his backpack.

I heard Sima Qing cough, raised the walkie-talkie to his mouth and said softly.

"Hey, I'm Sima, does anyone else hear it, please answer it immediately"

Sima's voice was not loud, but it sounded a lot of movement in the ice gap, and there was a clear echo.

After careful distinction, we heard that the echo came from the walkie-talkie in the middle of the "fishing net" of the tribe, and because of the delay, it sounded like the echo of Sima's speech.

However, after Sima repeated it several times, no other different voices came back except for the sound coming from the walkie-talkie that fell not far away.

From the walkie-talkie in Sima's hand, there was just a small, monotonous static sound.

After waiting for a while, Sima spoke again and repeated it several times.

However, apart from the rustling of static electricity, no answer came out of the intercom.

"I'll go over and pick up that walkie-talkie"

After I said a word to Sima, who was frowning, I was ready to go forward and pick up the walkie-talkie that had fallen in the middle of the "fishing net".

However, before I could step forward, Sima grabbed my arm.

"Don't want to die?"

Sima frowned, and shouted in a low voice.

"You're going to go over and pick up that walkie-talkie like this?"

Sima grabbed my arm with one hand and pointed to the gray "fishing net" under our feet and shouted.

"This thing looks like a piece of tissue paper, and no one knows what the danger will be when you walk up to it. You can't just go up and take risks. ”

What Sima said is true, I said before that this gray layer of things like "fishing nets" does not feel heavy, and it is indeed very insecure.

It's just that, after the contact between my hands and feet, I feel as if this "thin" layer of fishing nets can withstand my weight.

However, this is just my feeling, and if I really go up, no one can say what will happen.

Although, the walkie-talkie fell in the middle of the "fishing net" and did not continue to fall into the dark abyss below.

But that doesn't mean I'm safe and sound when I walk up, after all, the weight of the walkie-talkie is not comparable.

But anyway, I'm going to go over and get that walkie-talkie.

Therefore, after thinking about it for a while, Sima and I still thought of a countermeasure.

I used a climbing rope to attach my body to the copper rope so that even if the "net" could not withstand the weight of me breaking.

Protected by a climbing rope, I won't fall into the dark abyss below.

When he was ready, Sima took a deep breath and nodded at me.

The look on this guy's face seemed to be more nervous than I was.

Actually, I'm quite confident that I'll walk into that "fishing net" and pick up the walkie-talkie.

Even if the "fishing net" couldn't stand the weight of me from breaking, as long as I was prepared, with my reflexes and bounce power, I was sure to jump back and grab the copper rope at the moment of falling.

It's just that seeing the nervous look on Sima's face, I didn't say anything more, smiled at him, and signaled that I was relieved.

I cautiously stepped one leg onto the thin layer of "fishing nets".

As soon as I stepped on it, I shifted my weight to that foot as well.

The "fishing net" quickly sank into the bottom of my foot as I stepped on it.

But soon, from the bottom of my foot came a very strong support to the slum, and the foot I stepped on did not continue to sink towards the slump.

I exhaled lightly, looked at Sima who was climbing on the copper rope, and carefully put my other leg on the "fishing net".

As before, the feeling of sagging soles of my feet quickly stopped.

My body finally stood firmly on the thin "fishing net" that looked very insecure.

I spun around in place a few times, and even jumped lightly.

No problem at all, this "fishing net" is very strong, but it looks like the kind of trampoline that children play on in children's parks.

"It's fine."

I grinned at Sima, and when I had finished speaking, I walked over to the walkie-talkie lying in the middle of the "fishing net".

"Wait!"

Sima suddenly shouted.

"Don't go over!"

Sima's startled movement really frightened me, and I thought he had discovered some danger again.

I put my hand on the hilt of the knife tied to my leg, looked around, and spoke.

"What's wrong? What did you find? ”

"Something is wrong"

Sima spoke again.

"What's wrong?"

I was only a few meters away from the walkie-talkie, and before Sima Yu could speak, I had already stepped forward and picked it up.

Until this point, nothing wrong happened.

"It's a fat man."

I picked up the walkie-talkie, looked at it carefully, and then said to Sima.

We asked the arms dealer Meng Chai to buy these walkie-talkies back for us from the black market, and they are all brand new.

It's just that Qu Fattou heard that this police is relatively strong, so he tried it with his own brick-smashing machine.

Not to mention, it's really the bricks that are smashed, and there is no problem with the walkie-talkie.

On the bottom plastic of the walkie-talkie I was holding in my hand, there were some obvious bump marks, which were left by the fat head of the canal that day when he smashed the bricks.

"The walkie-talkies were left here, and what about them?"

I held the lost walkie-talkie in my hand, and while muttering, I looked up and looked around