Pit
Every time Manager Yan Er saw me, he would get a heart attack out of nowhere. It was his bad luck to run into a living ancestor like me. Seeing that he was really shaky, I immediately let him go to work, and he immediately jumped out two miles away like a rabbit.
Speaking of going to the fields, the team composition this time was very simple. The guys who were originally infected were all vying to go, so I asked those with less severe injuries to stay behind to look after the house, and I picked and chose only a dozen or so to take away.
Team one and shopkeeper Yan Er were in charge of the logistics and cleanup, keeping in touch with the ground at all times, with the squad leader and the few surviving brothers supervising from the side; Team two consisted of Gao Liuyemao and I, with our few fellows named Zhang.
Here is something a little funny. After the second shopkeeper Yan confessed to me about the embezzlement, he has been talking around and pretending to have Alzheimer's disease. He never mentioned asking his subordinates to report to the Zhang family that I was here.
And I, a fake, of course did not say a word about asking the smart people who retreated to come to the rescue.
After a while, for a long time, in the pit camp, apart from the guys who had been hit long ago, there were still a few reliable ones, and only a bunch of idiots stayed. The scene was really ridiculous.
But I am really satisfied with the partner candidate, Manager Yan Er. He has a high status, so he is suitable to be a hostage to make those people in the camp cautious; and he is so wicked that he dares to embezzle the equipment purchases that save the guys' lives. If something goes wrong, I can only shed a tear.
Thanks to this opportunity, I, who was good at fooling people, and the shopkeeper Yan Er, felt a sense of mutual understanding and got along quite well.
As for Glasses, I already knew his name was Zhou Tingmao, a very polite name. I had a very bad impression of those people in the mud, so I asked my subordinates to cremate as many of the remains as possible.
Zhou Tingmao's cremation was at the front of the line, so I asked the middle-aged female team doctor to keep his ashes for me. While the camp was still preparing supplies for the team going to the field today, I went to see Xu You.
He was locked in a semi-enclosed iron cell, one side of which was a transparent tempered glass with scratches all over it. It was filled with the same turbid liquid used to treat Gao Liu.
I only took one look and turned away, unable to bear to look at it, with my emotions becoming extremely complicated.
The guy on duty explained to me that with no skin on his entire body, he would be very susceptible to bacterial infection, which could lead to complications; his spine had also become distorted and could not support his weight, and if he was allowed to move on his own, his organs would easily rupture and bleed profusely.
The device that trapped him was inspired by the rules I "published". Many people in the camp were mobilized to use a clumsy method to debug it, and it was tested and adjusted many times.
To sum up, the most important thing is to use "glass" and "iron" to form the basic definition of the sentry box, equipped with one and only one security guard to guard and protect it, and then combined with remote monitoring and observation.
As a protected person in the sentry box, Xu You's distortion of consciousness has been curbed, but he can only stay asleep. If he wakes up easily, he will have severe delirium and try to attack himself and others. The noise he makes disturbs half of the camp.
I listened carefully and took notes, and I knew that this was indeed the best way. The "sentry box" currently seemed to have a certain ability to repel the mutation infection, and in the "amniotic fluid" he could more or less use the basic rules of the pit to survive for a few more breaths.
When I was leaving, I couldn't help myself and turned around to ask, "Is there really no hope?"
The guy shook his head and stared at Xu You intently.
I walked out of the reinforced confinement room and stared at the remaining mud marks at the base of the wall for a while, feeling a little uncomfortable.
I have a bad temper. I never wait until the next day to suffer a loss or annoyance. I will not give up until I hit a wall right there and then.
I've already seen Glasses go away after sharing hardships with me once, and I can't just watch this cheap uncle walk away with a bunch of puzzles.
On the other hand, I didn't tell Manager Yan some things because I was afraid of scaring him.
From his account, he seemed to think that the Man in the Mud had sneaked in because of the sudden incident at night.
But in my opinion, these ghost things should have existed a long time ago. It was only until the pit collapsed and expanded, and the entire camp sank into it, that the conflict between the two weird rules made their strangeness much more obvious.
At this time, because of the mud disaster in the camp and the Zhang family's early withdrawal, which left the camp leaderless, Old Man Yan temporarily took on the responsibility of checking and counting the supplies of the entire camp.
He developed a conditioned reflex due to his past small acts of corruption, and this time he discovered something strange. It was a coincidence, but it was not the starting point of the change.
Thinking back to the news about the homeless man that first appeared in our city half a year ago, and the container of pit data and samples that Xu You carried with him in his convoy, I suspected that Xu You had left the camp half a year ago and was just returning this time.
On the other hand, I don't believe that the people in the camp have really just started exploring the pit. There are too many equipment and related monitoring data in the camp, and it is not possible to prepare them all overnight.
I even have a bold guess that maybe the Zhang family had come here once before and suffered some losses, so Xu You left with a group of trustworthy guys to look for the key "young master of the Zhang family."
It's just that Xu You temporarily left the team for some reason, and lost control, showing initial symptoms of distortion, which made the news. Later, he recovered for some reason and found me under misunderstanding.
The biggest problem was that when the convoy set out, he even had someone dig out my grocery store and brought me a "sentry booth" to protect me.
He never tells the truth when he is sober. What captured him before and what kind of coincidences happened along the way? The missing information may have to be verified from the videotape that Yan Jinger left for me.
If the Zhang family had already gone underground once half a year ago, there must be clues left at the bottom of the pit that we don't know about yet.
As I thought about it, my thoughts became more and more heavy.
After a while, the wild cat came over with two lunch boxes.
I took a look and saw braised eggplant and canned instant beef, with a small box of orange juice. At least the supplies seemed to be sufficient, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
Wildcat brought a lot of equipment with him, so he helped a newbie like me to sort them out and put on a bunch of little gadgets.
As I ate and watched him struggle, I saw other guys who were selected coming in one after another. Some guys who were not selected were standing by, looking reluctant to leave and wanting to follow.
Here we have to talk about how they control the people who are summoned every night:
Before curfew, they were uniformly dislocated their hands and feet, tied their joints with soft cloth strips, and put on straitjackets, with those who had not been infected staying up all night to watch over them. At night, this group of people was like being detained in a mental hospital, hunched over like miserable caterpillars.
I felt somewhat pitiful and amused when I heard it, and immediately remembered that I was in the same situation when I woke up. But I was weaker, and I didn't even have the chance to see the straitjacket, and was easily suppressed by the team doctor.
Wait a minute, at this moment, I woke up from my dream. I cried out, and my intestines turned green with regret.
Xu Ranxing, ah Xu Ranxing, he's usually a middle school kid, but now he's getting praised by the consultants, and he's almost getting cocky. He's been praised by people a lot, and he really thinks he's a little superman, how come he's suddenly become the leader.
Immediately, there were a hundred monkeys in my heart scratching their ears and crying.
I had to pretend to remain calm in front of other people, otherwise I was afraid that after I got off the ground my legs would go weak and I would cry with old man Yan.
Wildcat didn't know that the person in front of him was unreliable, and he was still carefully checking my equipment, a little puzzled:
"Counselor, are you a little limping? Is your leg injury not fully healed yet?"
I felt embarrassed and thought to myself, it’s not that obvious, am I that cowardly that I would limp on the spot?
But when I looked down, maybe it was a psychological effect, but I really felt that the instep of my right foot was heavy, as if a ball of wool was pressing on it.
He shook his head and said nothing for the moment. Soon, the shopkeeper Yan Er came over with his people, looked at me with a smile on his face and led the way for me.
To the north-right of the center of the camp, in the guarded area is the tunnel that Wildcat Gao Liu and his men had dug. Going all the way down, it is extremely deep and no one knows what is deep in the pit.
It is not quite appropriate to say that they have opened up the cavity, because their excavation process was intermittent. In many places, they just discovered the existing cavities, and continued to go down after connecting them.
After the mud disaster in the camp, they made another special survey. The second-hand sonic radar on the ground showed that there was a lot of space underneath, which might be a large and complex cave, and there was a high probability of very deep water.
I felt uncomfortable when I heard it and looked down.
I saw an extremely deep and straight cave entrance, wide enough to accommodate two or three people, gradually narrowing as it went down. There were cork stakes nailed to the edge to fix the traction rope.
I kicked a stone down, but there was no echo for a long time. When the flashlight shone down, it was pitch black.
"Let's go." I took a deep breath and found that everyone else was looking at me seriously, with a kind of blind trust and optimism in their eyes.
A bald guy suddenly said, "Advisor, you promised to bring us ten cases of beer, and you still owe us. Take it easy and don't hang around for too long. You're acting like a lunatic and tying up a strong man like a sheep scorpion every day."
I was stunned and speechless, and saw that everyone else immediately lowered their heads, feeling embarrassed and trying not to laugh.
"It's okay," I smiled and blurted out, "It's a small matter, the young master will help."
The laughter gathered and grew louder in a somewhat muffled manner.
The fool was overjoyed, and complained to me in a daze, a little strangely: "Last time I wanted to ask you what your name is, but no one paid attention to me..." Before he could finish his words, he sighed and was hit by the guy next to him.
This interruption relieved my nervousness. I thought it was quite interesting to lead a group of idiots. I just let them go back and rest, and wait for good news.
As for this idiot, I said with a straight face: "Stay for a while."
He immediately turned around, and the 1.9-meter-tall guy's face was beaming.
I didn't say anything either, but looked at him deliberately, watching him go from excitement and eagerness to confusion, temptation, nervousness, and finally to fear and shrinking when he realized he had caused trouble and was going to be beaten.
I felt like laughing. I glanced at his name tag and saw that there was no surname, just a name called Jing something. I didn't look carefully and said casually, "Jing Jing, thank you for your hard work."
His eyes lit up and he stood up straight.
I waved him over and whispered, "Push Xu You and the box over here at night and have him watch the cave entrance and act as an alarm. I don't trust anyone else."
Jingjing was stunned, his eyes widened, and then he made a move. He kept saying "yes" in a daze, while his body couldn't help but shake his head honestly.
I felt relieved, patted his shoulder and continued to fool him. "If the brother guarding Xu You asks, you can tell him, and you can also discuss it with the team doctor. This is a secret of our special team. Keep it a secret from others, okay?"
"Okay!" he blurted out, without understanding at all, but full of confidence.
Once everything was arranged, we went to the fields one after another.
Wildcat led the way, pulling the rope down to clear the way, followed by the other guys. I followed closely behind at the end of the team, and Gao Liu was responsible for covering the rear.
This was the first time I had a traction rope tied around my waist, and my center of gravity was a little unstable. After entering the tunnel, my vision suddenly shrank sharply, and it became very crowded and embarrassing.
Gao Liu didn't urge me from behind, so I calmed myself down, held the traction rope tightly, and slowly lowered myself down.
The process of climbing down was very boring. After about ten minutes, I was a little distracted when I suddenly heard a commotion and screams above my head.
I subconsciously looked up and saw a figure leaping forward without any ropes or protection, and falling directly past me.
I was startled and raised my hand to pull without thinking, but missed. The man fell so fast that the wind blew past me and hit my chin, causing a burning pain.
At this moment, I began to feel scared. I tried to save the person, but if I really pulled him back, I would be dragged down by the huge acceleration, and turning into a pool of flesh would be a piece of cake.
"What's going on?" I asked.
The second shopkeeper Yan's voice sounded somewhat doubtful from the bone conduction headset: "It seems...it seems like a living person has sneaked in."
Yes, a living person.
I was still in shock and felt my heart beating violently. When we passed by, I could feel that he was a living person with clear eyes and independent thinking. But at this distance, I can guarantee that he had no protective measures.
At such an unfathomable height, even with Gao Liu's excellent recovery ability, he would still be crushed to pieces.
Crazy? Seeking death?
I subconsciously looked down and stepped on a rock. The broken stone fell straight down, hitting the rock wall with a sound, and was swallowed up by the darkness without a sound.
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