Fog Horn (I)
The impact on my back wasn't very strong, but before I could think, there were a few clicking noises like firecrackers, and the metal pipe that held me collapsed.
I was spinning in the air along with the broken metal fragments. I could actually see faint images in my field of vision, as blurry as floaters. In an instant, countless thoughts flashed like firecrackers.
Is the night over? Is the storm weakening? If the pipe collapses, where will I fall? Will there be magma underground? Will it take one second or two for me to be vaporized?
Before I could see clearly around me in my messy thoughts, I fell down onto the top of the next metal pipe.
The force of the collision almost hit me in the waist, making me arch my back and my eyes sore. Before I could cry, my body slipped and turned over, and I fell downward again. This time, I hit a spherical rock body headfirst. The enamel outer layer was even worse than the soft and hot metal pipe, and I slipped and flew out.
It was good that I couldn't see anything at this time. I was tumbling in the air, watching a metal pipe with most of it broken getting closer and closer, and the crack was very sharp.
I didn't even need to do mental calculations. At this speed, my face and neck would be pierced and smashed by those protruding cracks. In the blink of an eye, I crashed into it.
As soon as I closed my eyes, my bones began to make noises as if they were being wrung in a washing machine. My throat felt sweet again, and I shouted in my heart, "It's over!"
Two seconds, three seconds.
The intense pain and tearing I imagined did not come. Only the buzzing tinnitus reminded me that I seemed to have not lost consciousness.
Moreover, that strange feeling of crowding seemed to have returned.
After a while, I suddenly felt something was wrong.
Why am I not dead, or have I ascended to heaven and turned into a ghost?
Something flexible seemed to surround me. But it wasn't in direct contact, but as if... as if there was... how should I put it, strangely, as if there were many layers of clothing between them.
I suspected that I had driven myself crazy from the pain and fear, and I slowly opened my eyes. After a while, I realized that there might really be something wrong with my eyes and brain.
There are many faces looking at me.
It means literally: faces one after another, squeezed together, shaking, connected to a huge deformed limb. But those people are very scary and funny, most of them are shirtless, and I don’t know where their clothes are.
I seemed to be aware of something, and looking down, I discovered that the clothes were piled together and wrapped around my body, like a colorful and particularly ugly bird's nest.
Through those clothes, I was trapped in this huge banyan tree-like figure.
Because of the barrier and protection of clothes, there was no actual physical contact, and I did not melt into those limbs.
The huge feeling of coldness seemed to be real, and the cold air rose like white smoke. A dense layer of insect shells kept falling on their faces and bodies, making their faces turn pale and blue, just like the victims who were frozen to death in the snowy mountains.
The face closest to me was lowering its head and looking at me with its hollow eyes.
I suddenly got goosebumps all over my body and realized that the feeling of crowding that appeared and disappeared repeatedly came from this.
It turns out that when I was talking to the broker in the cave, my "shadow" body did not disappear. Yes, I am still there, so the shadow must still exist.
When I was hiding in the cave, these long banyan tree figures repeatedly pushed me to the center of them. It was they who allowed me to avoid a brief burst of high temperature and high pressure.
——Vehicle.
Nian Ziqing said that the vehicle would not be damaged.
But how could it be in this form? Is this how the vehicle is used? My whole body was numb, and I opened my mouth and looked around, and saw the familiar faces that were hunting me on the platform.
But they were already hard to tell apart. The chill that enveloped them and me had almost formed a thin layer of ice through the outermost insect shell.
During this process, I don't know how many parasitic eggs have been hatching, spewing cold air, absorbing high temperatures, and dying. But the result of resisting high temperatures is that the eggs seem to have reached their limit, and the human body is also unable to withstand extreme cold.
I don't know how they managed to take off all their clothes and pile them around me during this process, but I can now feel the residual heat rising from the ground, the warmth brought by the heavy clothes, and the coldness from these limbs.
Just when I came back just now, I was not sure whether there was any transformation mechanism between reality and illusion when I returned to the "shadow", but it seemed to be beyond their expectations, and I directly broke away from the encirclement of these limbs, which led to my fall and injury.
Now, at the critical moment, they came and caught me again.
I hid here and there, but was finally captured by the grasshopper brothers. If I had known this, I would have avoided whatever I had fought.
My vision may have blurred for a moment, maybe I wanted to laugh, or maybe I couldn't hold back my tears.
Because at this time those faces were no longer able to call me consultant, the moment was unusually quiet.
Only then did I understand why the blue-faced people called "witches" by the brokers had no eyes or noses.
Bullshit pursuit of purity, bullshit primitive worship, it's all frozen away. I cursed in my heart.
In the extreme cold, the first change that occurs in the human body is that the organs on the face will be frozen off one by one. However, as long as the eggs are not completely dead, the host will probably not die either.
Those statements are nothing more than a "beautiful" lie about this cruel distortion, which allows people to numb themselves and not become too desperate.
Snow Mountain Underground Palace. I have never felt so cold at these four words.
As I looked at them one by one, their faces were very stiff and indifferent, staring at me.
I took a deep breath, closed my eyes tightly, and tried to stand up from the cumbersome pile of clothes.
But at this moment, a whistle suddenly sounded from above, followed by a sharp sound, and someone fired a flare in the dark.
The motionless limbs suddenly moved, and they all turned to look.
I was also startled and found that there seemed to be a person sticking out from a metal pipe above, dragging half of his body and making a gesture to me from a distance.
"Xu You!"
I started and shouted loudly, and he seemed to shout something at me, but he started coughing and I couldn't hear clearly. The light of the flare lasted for a very short time, and the surroundings suddenly returned to darkness.
But this flare undoubtedly played a great marking role. Those human faces that could no longer communicate and seemed completely distorted and inhuman all looked towards the place where Xu You appeared. One by one, their heads began to open and close in chaos, making a clucking sound.
After a few seconds, the entire huge deformed human body moved quickly and crawled towards the direction where Xu You appeared.
I was trapped inside, their movements were huge, and the squeezing feeling suddenly tightened so that I couldn't move. I was like a hapless baby stuffed upside down in a kangaroo's pouch. I could only make a few meaningless struggles, and immediately felt that the surroundings seemed to be passing by quickly like lightning.
Whether it is a broken metal pipe or those glazed spherical rocks, these deformed slender limbs can easily grasp and climb on them. The mucus that once gave Zhang Tianyi and I a lot of headaches is also extremely effective on rocks and metals.
I have to admit that my kangaroo analogy was wrong. This is clearly a lightning snail running at full speed.
And I am that heavy shell that is a burden and a hindrance.
Sad and miserable self-mockery flashed by, and as they quickly moved forward, I discovered something very bad: the night did not seem to simply recede, but began to overlap with the day again.
It really overlaps in every sense of the word. It's like taking two pieces of plasticine of different colors and gradually squeezing them together.
The visibility in the field of vision was improving, and the sounds of wind and climbing became gradually clearer, but the lifting feeling on my body came back very vaguely, as if there were strands of spider silk or vines sticking to my shoulders and back, as if they were going to drag me back into the cave at the next moment.
In this empty underground, like a reef, I felt that something like the black stone wall of a cave appeared in front of me or on the side several times.
Those human faces seemed to be very afraid of this abnormality. They would immediately avoid it from a distance, and the coordination of their limbs began to become a little chaotic.
"Bang!"
Xu You seemed to have changed his position and fired another flare.
With his leading actions, those faces and limbs that were vaguely shrinking began to chuckle again and continued to chase and jump in that direction.
I vaguely remember that the number of flares was not large to begin with. Soon, Xu You fired the third flare and then began to hit the metal pipe hard with something.
The banyan tree man's movements were getting faster and faster, and I suddenly became a little nervous, realizing that Xu You was taking us to the cab that the broker mentioned.
What is hidden in that stone square? Am I about to see it?
After a while, the flares lit up more and more slowly, but about six or seven flares had already been used up. Xu You's transfer speed also seemed to be slowing down.
I was worried and kept looking around.
Suddenly, the faces of the people around him screamed sharply, and there was a flash of cold light, as if they were hit by something, and the smelly blood splattered and split into two sides.
I felt the surroundings suddenly lighten, and a hand suddenly stretched out from the darkness, grabbed me and lifted me up, and at the same time, some liquid was poured all over me like it was free.
The unusually comfortable warmth and itchy feeling gave me a huge sense of security. At the same time, the man grabbed me and rolled into a spherical rock.
Needless to say, both of them lowered their bodies to the ground, and almost at the same time, I felt a bang in the space above my head, and a dozen slender arms hung down.
I held my breath, with extremely complicated emotions, as I saw some torn clothes accidentally sliding into the darkness below.
Those faces didn't seem to have found us. They neighed vaguely a few times, then jumped down and chased after the clothes.
I might have really lost my mind, my first reaction was to reach out and grab them.
But the moment we passed each other, I saw that those faces seemed to have been seriously distorted again due to the "overlap" in such a short period of time. Now looking at them, they were almost indistinguishable from the blue faces of those "witches".
It was as if a bucket of cold water was poured over my head. I suddenly woke up, gritted my teeth and didn't do anything else.
After a while, a mineral water bottle was handed over. When it was unscrewed, some turbid yellow liquid came out.
"Pool water, I stole it on the day I forced them to have a barbecue. This is the only small bottle left." The man shook the bottle, smiled, told me not to move, and poured the pond water in the bottle all over me from head to toe.
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