Chapter 3 Chapter 19 The Prisoner's Dilemma

The spurted blood splashed on the top of my forehead, making my turbulent mood instantly freeze. I fell down on the ground and saw Officer Liu's left leg was still exposed outside the closed mountain. Although the human body was crushed into a flesh due to the huge force, the muscles and bones were connected, and the leg became swollen in an instant. It was trembling constantly, shaped like sifting chaff, stirring up the meat paste and viscera on the edge of the small stone crevices, and after a while, it stopped moving.Blood mixed with sweat trickled down my forehead.If I were one second faster, I'm afraid I would have become like this at this moment.

Originally, there was only a secluded mansion in the world, but no hell. Later, when Buddhism came to the east, it introduced the concept of the eighteen levels of hell to the east.Each of the eighteen levels of hell has its own name, and the seventeenth level is called Stone Mill Hell. Bolognese, again and again. This is the method of preaching in Buddhism, and one should not be partial to it, but what police officer Liu has suffered this time is no less than the pain of the stone mill hell. Ma Haibo vomited next to me, he was also close, and almost followed me out.Looking back at this moment, it is also a cold sweat on the forehead.I didn't care about looking at other people, I rolled back a few meters, and then propped my hands on the ground, recalling the clip about Officer Liu: This is a person who is memorable, because he is like him. Fat detectives are rare.But my head is in a mess, I just can’t think of anything more, I just remember that on a certain day in a certain year, when the Golden Silkworm Gu was showing off its power outside Luo Ermei’s house, a certain fat policeman said in amazement: “It’s so cute... ..."

Things are different. Ma Haibo muttered to himself next to me, saying that Lao Liu died in such a way that no body was left behind, so how can I explain to his family?His old mother is still lying on the hospital bed. If he found out, why not hold another funeral? His tears rolled down, half because of Officer Liu, and half because of his own fear.Jia Wei next to him put away his camera calmly, and said coldly not to think too far, you should think about whether you can get out of this hall.At the critical moment, her sarcastic remarks immediately aroused everyone's anger, and immediately a little soldier was not happy. He raised his eyebrows while leaning on the wall to vomit, and retorted: "This leader, are you in menopause? Your words are so ugly A bit. Is it? If you are sick, you have to be cured..."

I don't think it's a big deal that these words came from the mouth of Miscellaneous Hairy Xiaodao, but it's strange to me when the soldier's words come out of his mouth. Ordinary soldiers, how dare they offend their superiors? Jia Wei immediately raised his head and stared at him with cold eyes, the little soldier stared back unceremoniously.The anteater crawled over and stuck out its tongue threateningly, while the muzzle of the gun in the soldier's hand was raised vaguely.Falling into such a desperate situation, everyone's minds began to change.Wu Gang ran over at this time and sternly reprimanded the soldier, and Yang Cao also came over to talk to Jiawei, trying to persuade him, and then he stopped.After such a commotion, the weird atmosphere subsided a bit, and only at this time did we realize that several people in the room were missing.

Hu Wenfei, several soldiers, and the guide Lao Jin all disappeared. They escaped before the cracks in the stone closed. This also includes Mr. Tiger Cat.These people may be our hope of escape. Wu Gang called us together, and after speaking to stabilize the situation, we began to investigate the hall, trying to find out the mystery, and then we had to get out.Searching around, I found that the entire space is an upside-down bowl shape, with tight seams all around, and there is no mechanism.And ten minutes later, when I came to the stone crevice again, I found that Officer Liu's leg had fallen to the ground, and the mountain with a gap just now turned out to be the same as the surrounding mountain walls. It can't be seen that there is a gap that can accommodate one person to walk just now.

I turned my head and found that Miscellaneous Hair Xiaodao's face was pale. We all found a problem, that is, the cave seems to be alive, and the passages inside can be changed at will.No wonder we got lost when we came here before, no wonder I also got lost this time, not because of my memory error, not because of the hallucination of the dwarf mule, but because the mountain is constantly changing: what is this?Is it a formation?Zamao Xiaodao shook his head, saying no, the formation is nothing more than arithmetic combined with changes in terrain, weather, and momentum, how can it be so magical.

The closed rock wall was wet and shiny, I reached out to touch it, there was liquid, sticky, and a fishy smell.Miscellaneous Mao Xiaodao also leaned over to smell it, his face was a little weird, he didn't speak, but his brows were tightly furrowed. After another ten minutes, everyone gathered together again.In order to save air and energy, all the bonfires and burning objects in the venue have been extinguished, and only one flashlight is kept. In this lonely light, everyone gathers in the direction of the northeast corner, squatting or standing, and their faces are very bright. dignified.Yang Cao coughed, cleared his throat, then pointed to the blood-splashed stone eye not far away and sighed, saying that he never thought that that thing was the hub of this hall, and once it was broken, it would automatically shrink its defenses , blocked all the passages.

Jia Wei's face was also not good-looking, he frowned and asked if he could poke the eye again to make it open again? The very individual soldier stared at her like an idiot, and smiled: "Chief Jia, don't you take a closer look, her eyes have already been closed, okay? Don't say it's poking, with that thickness I can’t even move the chrysanthemums.” Indeed, just now I looked at the so-called “Fengshen Bang” for the first time, and when we didn’t pay attention, there were many thick rocks on it, which made the shining The pupils are blocked. Yang Cao sighed, and said, it's better not to mess with that thing again, or I'm afraid I'll lose my life.

Wu Gang saw that the little soldier was a bit resentful, patted him on the shoulder and said, Xiao Zhou, don't mess around, we will find a way to get out, and the comrades outside will come to rescue us.Xiao Zhou raised his head, wanting to refute, but hope overwhelmed his despair after all, nodded and didn't say anything more. The so-called authority is to intimidate people, and then give people hope. When everyone's emotions calmed down a bit, Yang Cao slowly said again: "When we arrived here yesterday afternoon, Boss Hong and I had been overwhelmed by the mountains here. I always felt that after passing the steep Houtingyazi... Behind the barrier, the mountain is gentle. From east to west, it looks like a woman lying on her side with distinct facial features and two peaks like breasts. The karst cave behind the thousand-year-old banyan tree can only accommodate one person, like a human body. The ground is average. At that time, I told Boss Hong that this place is a natural formation of ghost gathering ghosts, and it is extremely dangerous. Seeing you again at this time, it is as expected."

Miscellaneous Mao Xiaodao was a tepid person, he sat cross-legged on the ground aggressively, took out the unfinished double-edged human foot badger bone knife, and started to work with the carving knife.At this moment, he has improved a lot compared to the past. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he can also make talismans without distraction.Not only that, but he also answered, "If that's the case, then you guys still want to come in?" Yang Cao said with a wry smile, we came in and helped you unmark the list of gods is one thing.Another thing is that in the past two years, many unexplainable things have happened frequently around the world—many, which have threatened the survival of mankind.And these are all related to the visitors from the abyss, so we came here more to investigate the strange appearance of this species of dwarf mule.It is undeniable that we also have the idea of ​​taking this Stone Eye as our own...

Just now Jia Wei had a quarrel with soldier Xiao Zhou, and now she was very angry, and she didn't stop Yang Cao from confessing. "The reason why I tell you this is actually a vaccination. We are now grasshoppers on the same rope, and we must help each other and not waste our energy on other things. Now our goals are the same, Just to escape. The old horses are outside, and they will find a way to rescue us. The most important thing for us now is to calm down, not to fight among ourselves, and not to waste energy. I have a feeling that the real danger is still in the dark It's hiding..." Yang Cao was in his thirties, a capable young man, among the five members of the Secret Service, apart from Hong Anguo, he had the most leadership qualities.After some well-regulated and peaceful words were spoken, everyone's panic was finally relieved. They took out the supplies in their backpacks and concentrated them. Yang Cao, Wu Gang and Ma Haibo jointly guarded them and waited quietly for help. Because there is no preparation for a long-term battle, everyone does not carry much supplies with them. Most of them are supplies for combat. On the contrary, I have some compressed biscuits, energy bars, chocolates and sports drinks, which account for the bulk. We each found a place to rest, and Wu Gang was adjusting the radio. Maybe it was because the mountain was closed, so we couldn't contact the outside. I also tried to let Duo Duo or Golden Silkworm Gu ooze out, but it didn't work either. This is a situation with no solution, all of us are taken as prisoners, trapped in such a stuffy cave, there are no enemies, no vitality, no wind... just everyone's heavy breathing.Through that thin beam of light, I observed everyone staying here, and there was more or less a trace of despair on their faces. At this moment, I suddenly thought of the pale numbers in the newspapers every year who died in mining disasters. Behind those numbers, are there flesh-and-blood and thoughtful people like us, struggling on the verge of despair, and finally dying helplessly? Woolen cloth? Are they, like me, missing their loved ones and the softest girl in their hearts? Miscellaneous Mao Xiaodao carved bone knife spells one by one, Duo Duo nestled next to me, fat worms crawled around in the luminous sand, none of us spoke, but the air that could breathe into the chest cavity, with the slowness of time, Flow away, less and less. Will we just die like this?