It's not early, and everyone has already gathered in the middle hall for scenario simulation training. I also entered the atrium, and the team members who were still seated in front of the chairs arranged in a circle had already fallen asleep as planned, and Jessie was not there, and now there was only Amanda in the atrium, a sober living person. He was staring at the screen of the virtual computer, and when he heard my squirming footsteps, he turned his head, but when he saw me, he didn't say a word, and his uneasiness lingered between the two of us. I could see that he seemed to be alert to who I was, so I had to do something to prevent it from getting out of hand. So I approached him a little closer, and said firmly, "Give me three hypnotic capsules." ”

He looked at me in amazement, not expecting me to ask him for three capsules at a time, but seeing my unusually determined demeanor, he stopped talking. He took out three red capsules from the pillbox on the table and placed them in the palm of my hand. I didn't even look at it, so I swallowed the three sweet pills. If you don't do it, a dead horse should be a live horse doctor, and now I can only think so, so I sat in my place, put on a small object that looks like a Bluetooth headset, closed my eyes tightly, frowned, and watched the changes.

It was just a cup of tea, and I could already feel my stomach stirring up and down. I held my breath and gritted my teeth, trying to suppress the nausea in my stomach, but I didn't expect that such control would backfire, and it would exacerbate the painful feeling of vomiting out the foreign body in my stomach. At this moment, I felt as if the food in my stomach was in my throat, so I swallowed a mouthful of salty and bitter saliva, and swallowed back the vomit that had already been flooded. I felt like I was going to be unable to hold on, and I was about to vomit like a storm coming at me, and the vomit was about to eject out of my mouth, and I should have run to the bathroom to vomit as much as I could, but I didn't move, I swallowed the dirt back into my esophagus one by one, and I was still desperately holding on······

I don't know how long it has been, but I didn't expect that the uncontrollable uncomfortable feeling of wanting to vomit in my stomach has miraculously slowly reversed for the better, at first it only fell to a state of feeling nauseous, and then slowly the discomfort in my stomach gradually faded, and at this time I also seemed to fall asleep because of yesterday's sleeplessness.

I felt that this sleep was absolutely different from any previous one, and in the chaos of sleep I could really feel that I had been divided into two people, one of whom was still asleep in a nightmare, and the other was in a deep sleep. How to say this deep nightmare scenery, like a fairyland, white mist, ethereal, and in this beautiful scenery, I am surprisingly energetic and energetic. I was comfortable swimming in this smoky space, as if I had taken a drug.

Not far ahead, a majestic cinnabar gate towered high above the clouds, and I climbed the slope with vigorous steps. Unexpectedly, although this cinnabar gate is close in front of you, it is actually far away. It took me a long time to climb to the door of the cinnabar gate. This cinnabar gate is the height of three strong men, which is indeed ridiculously tall for a short figure like me, who is only 1.6 meters tall. I pushed the door hard, but it didn't move. I pushed hard again, and it still didn't move. If it were normal, I might have retreated, but now I don't have the slightest idea of giving up, and I don't know where the brute force is pushing me hard, so I burst out with the strength to feed my whole body, and with perseverance, I finally pushed the door to open slowly. Outside the cinnabar gate, a steep and snow-capped mountain immediately towered over my field of vision, and this majestic and towering mountain stimulated my visual senses extremely strongly, and my heart was uncontrollably excited.

I didn't stop at all, and I walked through the cinnabar gate and into the foot of the snow-covered mountain. On the rolling hills, the heavy snow covers her gentle undulating curves, like a snow white in pink makeup.

I took a deep breath, and the cold air was refreshing. I also began to climb hand and foot, and not far in front of me were my teammates, all armed and in pairs, climbing the very steep peaks. I'm not far from them. Although the sun is shining, it is still bitterly cold in the high mountains. The icy cold wind was blowing against my little cheeks, but I didn't feel the cold on the mountain, and my little liver was boiling. I was eager to scream and let loose the joy of wandering in the icy mountains, but I realized that this was just wishful thinking, and that everyone behaved as if they were facing a great enemy, so I suppressed my joy and followed everyone as quickly as I climbed to the top of the mountain.

The men at the front took turns using technical equipment such as ice axes, steel cones, and hammers to carve out the unpassable sheep intestine path, while the team members in the back fastened their seat belts to their chests, linked back and back, and followed closely behind. This beautiful stretch of high mountain slope is made up of long, flat slopes that may seem easy to climb, but it is not. Every step forward is quite strenuous. The snow that had not melted for thousands of years was deposited layer by layer, and the heavy place was a meter deep, and everyone advanced on the snow foot deep and shallow, and no one spoke loudly, as if they were afraid of alarming the mountain god of this mountain.

I was climbing surprisingly fast and was already closing in on my teammates at the back. Although the others were as cautious as walking on thin ice, I didn't even feel the slightest bit of trepidation, and my heart was so ecstatic. At this moment, I felt as if I had been freed from the shackles, walking on the bright sunny avenue as light as a swallow.

While I was enjoying the wonderful feeling with relief, suddenly a slight tremor in the snow beneath my feet disturbed my reverie. I listened closely, and a rumbling sound like the speed of a train was coming from far and near from the higher parts of the distant mountains, was it······ It's an avalanche! I finally came to my senses, and just as I was about to shout, Allen, who was not far ahead, had already begun to shout: "Avalanche, avalanche is coming!" He shouted loudly as he hurried toward us, and the other team members who had walked in front of him staggered back behind Allen. In an instant, I could clearly see that the snowballs were rolling louder and thunderous and rushing towards us, and everyone was in a mess, and everyone was running down the hill with rolling belts. I only ran a few steps before I tripped over the rope that was entangled. Then the rope dragged me tightly and continued my downward journey. At the moment when I couldn't stand up at all, and was still being dragged on the snow, I suddenly felt that I was empty, and I had unconsciously fallen into a deep hole lurking in the snow, and the rope was pulled off when I fell into the hole.

I was still falling in high speed, and finally I was caught by a large protruding platform of frozen rock a few meters from the cave. I had just woken up and climbed up, when two more team members fell from a hole in the height and landed on a frozen platform not far away. As the two of them fell, a lot of ice and snow also fell together.

I fixed a clear look, one was Quint and the other was Doug. Quint was okay and quickly got up, but Doug didn't move. He lay on his back with a pained expression, and it was clear that he had probably broken his spine. I leaned over to Doug and carefully reassured him, "It's okay, it's going to be fine." He smiled reluctantly at me.

I looked up and saw that the hole, which had been very small, was now completely sealed. The cave may be because of the ice and snow cover that has been sealed for many years, even if it is completely sealed, it is not chaotic and pitch black, and the crystal clear light reflected by the white ice can still reflect the outline of the cave body. Quint pulled out the walkie-talkie, and a stabbing sound pierced his eardrums. He shook the small walkie-talkie back and forth, hoping to connect with the outside world through it, but there was an unpleasant screeching sound from the walkie-talkie, which swung around the hole. I walked over and took the walkie-talkie from Quint's hand, I pressed a few key buttons first, but the sound of zila was still ringing like no one, and it seemed that the walkie-talkie had been completely broken. But in the next second, my brain had an idea, since the walkie-talkie could no longer talk, then try to contact with Morse code, maybe there was a glimmer of hope.

Although a century has passed, it is unknown whether this primitive technology is still alive in the world, but there is no other way to do it without trying, so I immediately sent an SOS distress signal using Morse code. I repeated it over and over again, hoping to get the slightest echo, but the unusually cacophony echo still stubbornly floated in the thin air. Quint looked at me strangely, he obviously didn't know what the morse code was, but he didn't dare to disturb me, because he knew that it was a time of life and death, and since he didn't have any good countermeasures, he could only rely on me to see if I could turn the situation around with a method that he didn't understand at all. A few more minutes passed, and even though the noise on the walkie-talkie had changed, it was still business as usual, and I was a little discouraged. When he was secretly thinking about how to deal with it next, there was a sudden magical voice on the intercom, and a set of Morse code was sent in an instant, "Roger, receive." Tell me the detailed location, the detailed location. ”

"Kilimanjaro, the snow-covered glacial zone on the left front peak, at a height of about 5,300 meters, three people are buried in a cave, one of whom may have injured his spine. There are still twenty people outside, but the exact survival situation is unknown. Debriefing is complete. I replied succinctly in Morse code.

"Roger. We immediately came to the rescue. Please keep the walkie-talkie unblocked to reduce energy loss. ”

Although the signal from Morse code was fleeting, they were finally connected. I finally let out a long breath like I had shaken off a heavy burden, and we were saved. Although we are not completely out of danger now, there is no hope of survival. I stepped forward, hugged Quint excitedly, and then hurried over to Doug to tell him the hard-won good news.

In the moment when I laughed with relief, I woke up, and I still had a sweet smile on my lips. Quint had just woken up, too, and he was staring at me suspiciously. Doug had already sat up from his chair, still a little confused, and what had happened to him from the nightmare was still crashing into his brain. He moved his limbs, but fortunately, the remaining memories only appeared in the dream, and the real self was intact, and he smiled heartily. He stood up and danced at the fact that he was lucky enough to be able to move freely.

Although I was a little tired from the dream journey, my heart was extremely happy and excited. Amanda and Jessie were packing up the test equipment, and the group who had finished the scenario simulation training walked out of the atrium one after another, and I was in the middle of it. As they walked, they talked to each other, and I heard the voice of Bin not far away, and his voice was very distinctive, with a thick tongue curl.

"It's horrible! I dreamed of a mountain covered with a thick layer of snow, and it was unbelievable that the old snow was ten meters deep! Then I was hit by the expected avalanche, what about you? ”

"Me too. Then I fell into an ice hole. Cedric, who was next to him, said. The two of them are very good iron buddies and always act together.

I listened closely, and everyone was talking about their terrible dreams of encountering a dangerous avalanche. Many people are frightened like a frightened bird, but I am not only not afraid, but also yearning. Because I know it's just a fantasy story immersed in my sleep, so why take it so seriously! And I wish I could stay in the wonderful dream for a little longer, how nice it would be. The stunningly beautiful snow on the mountain in my dream, even if there is an avalanche, it is not real, there is certainly no actual danger, it is just a thrilling physical and mental experience. And like everyone else, I was able to enter the fictional scenario without any more excitement. I touched my pocket, and the familiar little bag was lying quietly in my slanted pocket from beginning to end, and I don't know if it did any purpose, but I thought to myself that it would be beneficial and harmless. At dinner, I felt that even tonight's meal was extra sweet, and I was hungry and chewing on it while chatting happily with the players around me.