When I woke up, the wound on my hand had been bandaged, and this time, I didn't see anyone looking at me eagerly and saying to me: You have finally woken up (just like Panzi did to me before). I just saw a very dim flashlight in the distance, and a fat man looking at the notebook in the flashlight halo, I sat up, except for dizziness, there was not much discomfort, I was surprised, at this moment, the first thing I thought of was how Panzi could keep to the moment I woke up every time.

He must have been keeping an eye on me to find out that I was awake the moment I woke up, which probably no one but Panzi could do.

Sure enough, there are some people who cannot be replaced.

I coughed, and the fat man looked up at me, his face was dark and green, and he was a little gloomy. He asked, "Are you okay?"

"It's ok, a little dizzy. I said. The fat man said, "You were too tired to climb down all the way, and then you lost too much blood all at once." The amount of blood loss is not large, but your body can't bear it. It's good to take a break. ”

"How long have I been dizzy?" I asked him. He made a 2 gesture: "There wasn't much time, the fat man just smoked half a pack of cigarettes, ate a meal of chemical dehydration biscuits, and casually quarreled with the old woman." ”

I looked at my hand, the palm of my hand was stitched a few times, and I don't know if it was a fat man or Zhang Haixing, the sewing was quite level, and my heart said how ugly it should be to leave a scar. When I looked up, I saw the fat man coming over, but I found that he also had a wound on his hand, and the wound was wrapped.

I cast an inquiring gaze and said in my heart: Could it be that Zhang Haixing finally couldn't bear the fat man and finally made a move? The fat man raised his hand and said: "After you fainted, the fat man I am embarrassed to let you bleed and cry alone, so I also found a point in other places, and continue your glorious career with grandpa and my fat, I think your little anemia has drawn such a big place, and my blood will definitely be popular all over the motherland, but I didn't expect that the blood was all in a mess, and it was useless." ”

He pointed his flashlight at the place where his blood was dripping, and he couldn't see it from a distance, but he could see that his blood didn't spread along the texture at all, forming a black mess on the ground.

"Could it be because your blood lipids are too high?" I said.

"High blood lipids and high lubrication. The fat man said, "The old woman also tried, her body should be considered healthy, and her blood is not good, it seems that only your blood can do." ”

Speaking of Zhang Haixing, I didn't see her: "Hey, where is the old woman?"

"She's going out and sending a telegram. The fat man said, "She moved quickly, sent the situation here to Motuo, and asked Zhang Haike to bring more people in." Otherwise, how can we do it like this? ”

I nodded, and said in my heart that this old woman was bold enough, and she would climb up such a dark and long way by herself, but seeing that she was used to being alone, even if I wanted to take care of her, my little body would only be a burden.

The fat man continued: "From this point of view, the little brother's blood is also a factor in his ability to enter the bronze gate, and your blood has some similarities with his's blood after all, although yours is not as good as his. ”

"yes, why?" I looked at my wound and thought: does it have anything to do with my mood or what I eat?

"I think it's because he might be a unicorn in the womb. "I've thought about it just now, and I think the only explanation is this." ”

"What, Teddy Kirin?" I didn't hear what the fat man was talking about, and my heart said what was a Teddy Kirin, did I mean that little Kirin with curly hair?

"No, have you ever heard of fetal vegetarian? That is, the old lady herself is a vegetarian and a Buddhist cultivator, so after pregnancy, the child has never eaten meat since she was pregnant, isn't Tang Seng a fetal vegetarian? Your blood is a big road product, and you have made it yourself, and of course you are weaker when you become a monk halfway. ”

I looked at the wound on my hand, and said in my heart, could it be that the power of this unicorn blood is the same as wine, the longer it goes, the more powerful it becomes, Lao Tzu, this is only two or three years old.

It's better than a fat man with gutter oil in his blood.

I ate something, felt like I was fully recovered, and went to see my results—the pattern of my blood on the ground.

As the fat man said, it was really a square box of different sizes, appearing where all the blood could spread. These squares are not very regular, some say they are square, in fact, they can also be said to be triangular, changeable, and more tend to be more round.

"Fat man, I've turned all the notebooks into pieces, and I don't have any clues to tell us what these oo ×× mean. ”

I said to myself, even if you have a clue, you can't read foreign characters. Thinking about crouching down and closing your eyes. Now in this state, I can almost imagine what it would be like if all the walls were coated with my blood.

In my mind's eye, the blood that had stopped spreading continued to begin to spread according to its inherent pattern, to the walls and the top of the cave, to all the corners of the cave, slowly forming a complete picture.

I took a deep breath and imagined myself floating, spinning around the entire cave, slowly expanding the cave into a plane.

I opened my eyes.

"Do you remember another meteorite we saw underneath the West Queen Mother?" I asked.

The fat man nodded, and I knocked on these "parts framed by blood", "These are all holes, and like that meteorite, this meteorite should also be full of holes, and the area framed by these lines is the location of all holes." ”

"It's so simple, then why, what are you doing with these holes? Lao Tzu didn't want to go in. ”

I scratched my head, I really can only guess a little here. Yes, why do you put so much effort into marking the entrance to the cave here? And, is this really what I think it is? Looking back, I'm a little weak-hearted, and if the fat man blows it up with a grenade, and finds that it's solid underneath, where will my old face go?

I walked into one of the boxes and stomped on it, and it didn't seem to make a difference, and a sense of powerlessness came over me, and it was all a blind guess - don't look at me so swearingly, it's just a fucking guess. What evidence is there that is hollow underneath? The fat man was right, if he only pointed out the location of the hole, why bother to make such an elaborate mechanism.

I suddenly realized that there was something wrong with my way of thinking now, and if I continued to think like this, I would not achieve anything in my life.