Fleet
I was answered by a series of tripping sounds, and the entire car shook violently, as if it had rear-ended a vehicle that suddenly stalled in front of it. The night wind blew in the stench of burnt fuel from the engine.
Then I felt a pain in my ankle, and I subconsciously raised my foot to kick. Immediately, there was a scream in the darkness, and something rolled out and suddenly grabbed my ankle.
The wet hand looked very strange. In addition to the five fingers, there was an extremely thin and cold little finger, as if the skin and flesh had been peeled off, leaving only the sixth bare bone.
It felt like, like...
Damn, it’s Yan Jinger, and he’s still holding the broken medicine tube in his hand and coming to grab me!
In the dark, who is he trying to give directions to?
I bent down, pulled him up and pressed him against the wall. Yan Jing'er was indeed more self-conscious than Li Ge in this regard. He immediately spread his limbs tightly and stuck himself to the wall, exerting all his strength comparable to that of a wire-hanging man.
This series of actions may sound long, but in fact it only took a moment after the lamp exploded. Immediately, I heard a creaking sound on the ground, and something was crawling over on the ground covered with broken pieces of the lamp tube.
Fortunately, the restless crawling sounds were about two or three fists away from the two of us who were holding our breath. They kept circling back and forth and did not get closer for the time being.
Before I could calm down, the carriage shook again.
I got goosebumps all over my body.
The completely stalled and scrapped carriage actually moved forward.
One whistle, two whistles, three whistles... In the darkness, the entire convoy blew whistles one after another.
Glasses stared at the human figures crawling and gathering in the darkness before him, swallowed his saliva, and asked me: "People... seem to be all here? Then who is driving?"
Before he could finish his question, there was a bang outside the window, and several deformed human figures broke through the glass and rushed in.
Yan Jinger screamed immediately.
I didn't stop him because I also wanted to scream.
The group of things were crawling more and more frantically. My vision adjusted a little in the dim light and I could barely see that the human figures were extremely thin and long, with their limbs bent on the ground.
Precisely because I couldn't see clearly, yet I could see some of it, countless details automatically emerged and added in my mind, becoming more and more realistic and more and more inhuman.
The ground was covered with debris, and it was hard to imagine how messy the scene was. But there was indeed a stench in the air that was getting stronger and stronger. As the smell spread, the things that were originally hovering around our feet gradually shortened their circles and moved closer to us.
I reached out to grab my glasses, walked sideways along the wall, and moved towards the side where the cavity was smashed, hoping to make some more space.
As he moved, Glasses tapped quickly on my palm a few times.
I guessed it should be some kind of secret code, but I'm not the real ancestor of the Zhang family, so I don't know anything. I could only grab him with my backhand and draw a question mark on his palm.
At this time, Glasses said in a trembling voice from a distance: "I, I didn't stick to it, and I came down to touch a lighter."
...Then what am I holding?
“Bang!”
The lighter lit up for a second, and the dim flame went out immediately. At the same time, I heard a sound as shrill as a cat crying, and a bloody hand with deformed and peeling skin grabbed me.
My scalp exploded and without thinking, I stepped back and bumped into Yan Jing'er who was rushing over to save me.
I didn't have time to scold him for making things worse. I had already seen the cavity in the wall in the firelight. I raised my foot and kicked him over. He fell backwards into the wall, and as he staggered, he brushed past several pairs of sharp claws.
"It's okay! They can't get in!" Glasses shouted in surprise, but his words were completely incomprehensible. "No, they don't seem to be able to see the wall behind them!"
Nonsense, I now know that this crappy space can only barely squeeze in a skinny, unlucky clerk!
He finally came to his senses and shouted for me to come over. He gritted his teeth and agreed to come out and take turns with me.
I shouted back and said five hammers, I am safe alone!
I regretted my heroic act immediately. My waist was aching so much that I wanted to pull my glasses out like a carrot. I was just trying to save face.
But does the stuff I drank really work? As the local boss, wouldn’t this guy fall for it?
As he was cursing and complaining in his heart, the whole carriage shook again.
At a certain moment, I felt an indescribable light.
Yes, this is a strange description, but it was indeed the light that shook the carriage.
It wasn't another rear-end collision, but some slight change in light that caused the entire air to shake like water waves in the dimness, creating this visual and sensory illusion.
The crawling things suddenly stopped at my feet, as if blocked by an invisible wall. I pushed them subconsciously, and one of the things that had bitten my waist fell down easily.
I paused for a moment, and instead of feeling any relief at having survived the disaster, my cheeks felt numb.
This sudden change from extreme movement to extreme stillness without any warning brought me only a strong sense of unreality and separation, which was so intense that it made me want to vomit blood.
"Heaven...heaven..."
Glasses stuttered.
I was startled and looked outside. The whole room gradually became brighter, and a huge, round, milky white disk appeared in the sky.
Strange, my common sense tells me that I may be crazy and should just call it the moon.
What is in the sky is indeed a moon.
But it was too big and too bright. The milky white light cut an unusually sharp border in the room.
It was so clear that I could see the hazy edges of the moonlight burrs, curving like gelatin.
I stood under the huge moon, my whole body stiff, and took a step back towards the moonlight out of unreasonable fear.
It was still completely dark outside.
Only the gelatinous moonlight flowed viscously outside the carriage.
As the moonlight came and the wind blew through the dense forest, the extremely subtle humming sound I had heard in the wall began to accumulate and expand.
The completely shut down convoy was still moving, and no engine noise could be heard. The huge and silent convoy seemed to come alive, dragging along slowly and dully, breaking up waves in the dark and stagnant tide.
The wind blowing through the forest is the tide driven by the moonlight.
"The tide is coming in," I murmured, falling into a kind of extremely strange peace.
I don't know if Gao Liu Yemao and the others felt the same as I did when they were tricked, but there was indeed a kind of lazy drowsiness that dragged my eyelids and made me want to fall down and sleep.
“Boom.”
The glasses fell to the ground.
I felt dizzy and slid down the wall slowly, squatting on the ground. Tears kept flowing out of my eyes due to the pain, as if I had the worst snow blindness.
The room was in chaos, all the deformed humanoids were lying on the ground, motionless. The cat was hiding in some corner.
I managed to count the figures through my tears, including Xu You, twenty-one in total.
One more missing.
There was a flash outside the carriage, and a long vicious face hanging out of the window flashed by. I was forced to scream and turn over and crawl into the depths of darkness.
I finally breathed a sigh of relief and let myself fall.
The convoy moved forward with heavy traffic.
There was a rustling sound, deep in the darkness, beyond the moonlight. Maybe it was my imagination, but I heard the sound of restless crawling, left behind by the convoy. There were countless sounds overlapping.
…
Heaviness and dizziness.
A slight stinging sensation awakened the pain on the back of my hand, followed by my hearing.
A female voice that was a little cold and hoarse said: "The indwelling needle returned blood all night, but it did not cause blood clots. There is nothing else wrong."
I blinked slowly and heard a very hoarse and confusing voice repeating something over and over again. I listened for a while before I realized that it was my own sleep talk, which was recorded and played back.
The room was very quiet. The team doctor and Gao Liu were disinfecting with their backs to me. They only spoke a word or two occasionally and didn't notice that I was awake.
I could only cough dryly and hold onto the pillow to sit up. As I moved, I found that my joints were dislocated and I couldn't use any strength at all.
Before I could say anything, I saw a pile of bandages and hemostatic cotton on the side. I immediately thought of the wound on my waist and the scratches on my body, big and small, and I felt a little uneasy.
Damn, this is exposed, isn't it? The young master who is the heir of the Zhang family, the flesh and blood is poisonous...
Just as I was feeling awkward, Gao Liu heard the noise first, turned around to look at me, and said calmly, "Advisor, you're awake."
I opened my mouth. I was pretty good at arguing with others, but I felt helpless in this confusing situation.
The team doctor was a middle-aged woman with a very gentle face, a big body and a kind heart. She didn't say anything, but just looked at me and smiled kindly.
I calmed down and smiled at them.
Gao Liu came over to reconnect my dislocated joints and restore my mobility. She was straightforward and got straight to the point without any small talk:
"Everyone in the camp is outside the tent, waiting for you to wake up, Counselor. Only one team in the convoy is alive, you can check the others yourself?"
I inexplicably felt that it was a bit strange, but looking at her attitude, I knew that it really couldn't be explained in a few words, so I immediately asked for a thick coat to cover myself tightly, and nodded to let her arrange it.
The tent was opened, and a crowd of people stood outside, talking in low voices in an awkward and uneasy manner. When they saw that I was awake, there was a sudden silence.
What’s going on with this situation?
I looked around and saw only unfamiliar faces, except for one old acquaintance with wrinkles on his face, the shopkeeper Yan Er.
But Manager Yan Er's attitude towards me at this time was as good as hell. I saw sweat on his forehead and he was almost trembling as he called out "consultant".
This doesn't seem like he is afraid of the Zhang family. I noticed that he was subconsciously avoiding looking at me, and I felt a sense of déjà vu that was weirdly familiar, but I couldn't remember it no matter what.
How should I put it... I was recording the video when I suddenly noticed Xu You's face dropping, and he was trying hard not to scream. I looked like this at the time.
I subconsciously touched my intact face and thought it was strange. Could it be that my fate is to be constantly mistaken for something weird by others for no apparent reason?
I asked to see how the convoy was, and they were very cooperative and led me the way immediately. But their backs were so desolate and tragic, as if they had been fried in a frying pan by me.
The camp was huge, and as I followed them, I casually asked, "Who survived is the team that was in charge of patrolling that day?"
I had intended to verify my guess about the rules of the “sentry booth,” but in an instant, the person next to me turned pale.
I frowned and my heart skipped a beat. Was I wrong?
"Yes! All of them!" Yan Er wiped the sweat off his forehead, forced a smile and immediately pushed the man away, saying carefully: "Consultant, we recorded all the rules you told us, and wrote them down. We promise to abide by them!"
ah?
No, wait, thinking of that old tape recorder just now, I felt uneasy.
I am just conjecturing and summarizing what I have experienced. If there really is some kind of rule, and I muttered something in my nightmare, then at most I have "discovered" the rule. I have not "invented" it.
And why do they take it so seriously when they are not the parties involved. My life is at stake and I have to gamble, why do they do that?
Questions came one after another, but looking at the expressions of these people, I knew it was over, and another group of imagination monsters began. I was going to be forced to become someone's little ancestor again.
The more this happened, the more I felt anxious. What on earth had happened to fool these old veterans?
"So, where are the people in the convoy?"
“…Here we are.”
He took me around a circle of protective fences, and the scene in front of me changed. I was stunned on the spot.
Outside the camp, old vehicles covered with yellow rust spots were lined up in an orderly yet abrupt manner, surrounding the entire camp's entrance and exit.
I walked forward, and some intuition made me reach out and touch one of the cars lightly.
A large amount of yellowish-red rust was crushed to the ground, and underneath was clumps of mud, which stuck to the weathered iron shell of the vehicle, and was now spitting out brown-yellow mucus like amniotic fluid.
My hair stood on end when I looked at these dead cars that seemed to have been buried in the ground for ten or twenty years.
Manager Yan Er laughed bitterly and said, "Advisor, this is your fleet."
"Should we carry out all the bodies now? It's just that... there might be a bit too many of them."
My expression froze on my face.
There were 22 people in the convoy, and I saw with my own eyes that one of them was extremely deformed and had left. According to them, there was indeed a small group of people who survived, that is, about 6 or 7 people were alive.
This should be the simplest math problem.
So, what did Manager Yan mean when he said “a lot” in such a miserable tone?
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