Chapter 18 chapter Five

One day, I sent my son to study in Yuhong Class.When we came back, we rushed into the mangrove because we were chasing a big butterfly. The butterfly was blue, with yellow edges like gold on the blue wings.We saw it as soon as we got out of the Yuhongban's wooden fence.It was the son who saw it.Because I repeatedly tasted the smell of the spindle pattern on the blackboard and recalled some things about Teacher Mei, I saw the blue butterfly with my son.It wasn't until my son screamed that I saw the blue butterfly undulate, flicker, and fly up from a cloud of blue-eyed flowers.Before my son saw it, it was lying on the blue-eyed flower. If it didn't flap its wings, it would be a fat blue-eyed flower. If it didn't flap its wings, my son wouldn't be able to find it.

This butterfly is as big as the mouth of a sea bowl.It looks like it is flying very slowly, but it is actually running slightly faster than us.Its wings are not as light and thin as those of ordinary butterflies. Its thick, fluffy, fleshy, and textured wings are by no means comparable to ordinary butterfly wings. This is the main reason why we chased it. We didn't notice that the blue-eyed flowers under our feet gradually became denser, and the terrain became more and more low-lying.The blue butterfly flew unhurriedly, like a piece of bait for fishing.It also falls on the blue-eyed flower from time to time, creating hopes and fantasies for us.Because when it lies on the flower, our heart immediately constricts and beats differently, and the sound of blood flowing is like a distant tide, echoing deep in our ears.The son bent over and circled around the half-meter-high blue-eyed flowers, approaching the blue butterfly.At noon, the sun shines on the blue-petaled golden-edged flowers, giving off a charming brilliance.The son raised his pincer-shaped fingers and quietly reached for the butterfly's wings.

I clearly saw that my son's fingers had pinched the big wings of the butterfly, but the butterfly flew away gracefully.This happens every time.Each time he regretfully tore off a few blue-eyed petals and stuffed them into his mouth.I imitated him tearing the petals of the blue eyes.The petals are so fragrant that my head is dizzy.I reminded my son: "Qinggouer, this kind of blue flower may be poisonous, don't eat it anymore." Qinggou'er squinted and said, "You have poison in your mouth!" I didn't dare to fight because I had a handle in his hand.With a sigh of self-comfort, it is better to die than to live to the point of being bullied by yellow-mouthed children.

"If you want to die, die! No one can agree with you!" He saw through my thoughts with a glance, and provoked me viciously.I thought about it, people can't live without the spirit of Ah Q, and being bullied by my son is better than being bullied by outsiders, so I immediately calmed down and followed my son to chase butterflies. When I woke up, we were already in the mangrove forest. Groups of big blue-winged butterflies with golden rims were flying around us, and the butterfly that led us in was mixed into its group, and it was difficult to distinguish it even with the best eyesight.This is a kingdom of butterflies.If a butterfly wants to bite, we will be killed within half a minute.

The mangroves we see outside don't seem to be any trees, but something between animals and plants, but they are definitely not corals.I still wish they were plants and not animals.I wish they were trees.They have smooth and bright branches like a woman's carcass.They have octopus-like branches, soft and smooth.The characteristic fishy smell of aquatic plants glows from them, and their colors change rapidly.The son said affirmatively, "Father, let me tell you, this is the Apushu." "How do you know this is the A Bodhisattva tree?" He smiled slyly and said, "Then don't worry about it, it's a Bodhisattva anyway."

I timidly touched the branches that were as soft as fleshy threads.They flew violently, crackling like whips.Several branches hit my face at the same time, and my face was burning with pain.The Apushu trembled like an angry giant.Surrounded by such strange trees, my guts were about to explode.The son stroked those soft branches skillfully, making a rumbling sound.The color of the Bodhisattva tree gradually changed from purple to bright red, and the dancing branches calmed down, only performing wave-like soothing movements.There is a strong smell of water all around, but there is no water on the ground.In addition to clumps of blue-eyed flowers growing on the wet ground, there was also a fine golden grass, which filled the gaps between the trees and covered the ground.

We step on this golden grass with every step.Grass is soft and springy, better than a rug carefully woven from fine wool. Now we have lost interest in catching blue butterflies.Because there are dozens of big butterflies standing on almost every clump of blue-eyed flowers, as long as you want to catch them, you can catch them with your hands.Their wings close and open, their tentacles stretch and flex.Oxygen flows through their bellies, turning their transparent bellies into a crystalline substance. I followed my son to the depths of the mangrove forest.The more you go in, the more beautiful the scenery will be.I was a little uneasy.The son was elated, and there was no sign of fear.He is my leader, in this mysterious place.

Later, a lake suddenly appeared in front of us, and the sun and the moon left their reflections on the lake at the same time.The water of the lake is a thick orange, and the surface of the water is motionless.The branches of the Bodhisattva tree go straight into the water, like countless straws.Before the lake water appeared, our feet were soft, as if the water was under our feet.The plants are also more lush and dense than when we first entered the woods. All kinds of vines are like flesh-red sausages, making it difficult for us to take every step.Often, meat sticks more than half a meter long brushed against my cheeks and flew horizontally and vertically, causing rustling winds.According to his son, it was called a flying snake, and it was extremely poisonous. His skin and flesh rotted, and he died when he saw the bones.

But all things generate and restrain each other, as long as it is a person who has eaten the blue-eyed flower, the flying snake will not dare to get close.Immediately, I recall, as if long ago, the story of tearing and eating the petals of the fragrant blue-eyed flower, as my son did.It can be seen that this child has intentions a long time ago, and he carefully arranged for me to enter the mangrove forest.At that time, I was very angry and looked straight into his eyes.He read my mind right away.Smiling, showing a few teeth riddled with insect bites, he said: "You have wronged me! If you want to go, you go, and no one stops you. I want to have a good time here. There are many people here. Alright." The orange-red lake reflects the shadow of the Puma tree, maybe there is a Pupa tree growing at the bottom of the water.If you observe carefully, you can see that in the shadow of the Bodhisattva tree under the water, there are a group of beautiful strange fishes with thorn wings, colorful colors and balloons swimming.They walk through the vertical arms and legs of the Abu Bodhisattva.If you squat patiently and wait, you will see them take a breath: they float to the surface of the lake, when their bodies are at their largest and most colorful.Be still for a while.Chi chi's puffing sound sounded, and there were four holes in the body of each beautiful strange fish puffing out air, causing four rapid streams of blisters in the water.At the same time, the beautiful strange fish spun around in the lake like a ball.Hundreds, perhaps thousands, of beautiful, strange fish swirl in the lake.The strange light scattered on the surface of the lake, the water droplets splashed in, and the sound of spraying water merged into beautiful music.Some blue flying insects flew over and fell into these small whirlpools on the lake surface that were shining with strange colors.The beautiful strange fish was deflated, turned into a deflated skin, and slowly sank to the bottom of the lake.The lady Chen wearing glasses from the resource investigation team of the county government told me: This is a new species of fish that has never been discovered before, and it is a rare and rare fish in the world.They named this fish: Northeast Gaomi Township Colored Ball Fish.The survival process of this kind of fish is a process of constantly inflating and deflated, floating and sinking.They believe that the purpose of the colorful ball fish's behavior of floating to the surface to deflate and emit strange lights is to hunt and mate.

On the edge of the lake, we were delighted to meet the resource inspection team of the county government.We hugged in turn, weeping with excitement. After counting, it has been three years since they lived in the white tent outside Honglinzi and danced outside the tent while playing the pipa.I was a frequent visitor in their tent at that time, and they forced me to tell them the history of the herbivores in Northeast Gaomi Township and the mysterious legends about the mangroves.Actually, I am not interested in telling stories. My interest is to get close to the three female expedition members, and the way to get close is to tell stories.The coquettishness of the three female expedition members, one by one, I have already said frankly once.In fact, it is not necessarily coquettish. What I call coquettish is that they are well-educated and good-looking, informal, bright and crisp, and make people happy.

They were barebacked in the tent, wearing only a pair of shorts: the three female expedition members only wore three pairs of small pants, one red, one green, and one black.The underpants were tightly bound around their thighs, making their six legs look slender and smooth, like six big eels.When they listened to my storytelling, they were ecstatic, with six big eyes shining like six light bulbs.Of those three men, one was boiling water outside the tent, one was copying something into a notebook with a pen, and the other was recording my story with a tape recorder.There is no male jealousy or unhealthy lust here.If there is a little bit of emotional turmoil, it is not caused by their bodies, but by the three strong-colored underpants.Then they took off their underpants, and I felt uncomfortable with my clothes on; it would be an insult to them not to take off my clothes, so I quickly took off my clothes, and everyone was naked, unattached, like a newborn baby.I told everything I knew, sorting it out as I said it.They think highly of me.They said that every word I said strengthened their belief in going into the mangrove forest.On the day before leaving, I rushed to the tent to see them off.But the tent was gone, leaving only the embers of the campfire and a pile of empty cans on the ground, and a group of black ants were grabbing the remaining fish residue in the cans.But I firmly believe that they went into the mangrove forest. A blind man sat and sang on the green flagstone path of the county seat, playing the three-stringed lute, and there were some tenacious tuna growing in the crevices of the flagstones, and lizards were resting in the crevices between his legs.He sang about a foal, and about an expedition member roaming the mangroves. They invited us to rest and eat in the tent.I was feeling both tired and hungry, and their invitation was exactly what I wanted. The son pouted, as if he was very unhappy.Because of meeting these friends, my sense of loneliness has eased, and my sense of dependence on my son has also eased.My waist is a bit stiff, and the tone of my voice oozes the taste of parents and masters: "Qinggouer, my aunts told us to go to the tent to rest and eat. Are you going or not?" Picking up the flowery stone flakes with blade-like sharp blades by the lake, angrily hitting the colorful ball fish on the lake surface that are spinning like tops, stirring up snow-white water splashes, and glowing with strange splendor.He hit with perfect precision, every stone flake was destined to rip a ball fish in half. Colorful blood leaked from the cavity of the ruptured ball fish and splashed on the surface of the water.The fishy-sweet taste became stronger with the number of cracked colored ball fish. "Are you going or not?!" "What are you going to do? To see you stripped into naked monkeys to play hooligans? Bah!" Qing Gou'er said contemptuously. I clearly remember that when I discussed history with them naked, Qinggouer was still a baby, how did he know? Qing Gou'er sneered and said: "If you want others to know, you must do nothing yourself!" My face flushed.I cannot deny that it was a great misfortune to have such a son. "You want to pinch me to death? It's too late!" Qing Gou'er pressed my thoughts tightly. He continued his brutal practice of slicing ball fish in half as they floated to the lake to mate with sharp stone flakes. A female expedition team member with a long face, slender eyebrows, beautiful and plump lips ran over, hugged Qinggouer by the waist, lifted him up, and said, "This is a rare fish, more precious than diamonds. It must be protected and not killed!" Qing Gou'er was in her arms, staring and said: "This fish belongs to your family?" "This is a national treasure!" "Bullshit!" Qing Gou'er cursed, "I'll kill you, you bitch!" Qing Gou'er raised the stone and cut a big gash in the face of the expedition team member, bleeding out. The female expedition member raised the green dog and threw it into the lake.Surrounded by a group of colorful ball fish. I howled.I would have jumped into the lake if the two female expedition members hadn't grabbed my arms.They said, "What do you want for such a poor child?" They dragged me to a tent by the lake as if they were kidnapping me.The female expedition member with a wound on her face followed us into the tent.Her face was still bleeding.The two female expedition members kept rubbing my hands and anxiously asked me about the situation in the county, and I said I didn't know anything about it.The injured female expedition member opened the health care box, found a long piece of adhesive plaster, and stuck it on the wound.The blood was gone, but her mouth was drawn into a gentle slant by the plaster.I immediately recalled some of the past. The three female expedition members took off my clothes involuntarily.They also quickly stripped off their clothes, and they said: "Clothes always get in the way of talking." I really felt this way: we sat naked together, and my mood immediately became very peaceful and warm, and the past The past flowed into my mouth like a steady stream of water, and the words jumped out automatically, without my trying to find chapters and sentences. While talking lively, Qing Gou'er was standing at the door of the tent, dripping with water all over his body, holding a whip twisted from the fleshy branches of a Bodhisattva tree in his hand, and sneered sinisterly: "Stinky bitches! Smelly shit! I I knew that as long as you got into the tent, you would play tricks!" I was ashamed and annoyed, and I took an undershirt and put it on my head.Qing Gouer hit me in the middle with a whip, almost cutting me in two. "Today, I want to avenge my mother!" He said through gritted teeth, the whip twisted in his hand, turning from green to red, from red to purple, from purple to blue..."Blue dog , I did nothing wrong!" "Shame!" With a whip, he smashed the undershirt I was holding into two pieces, leaving gaps as neat as scissors. "Open your eyes and see, whose shirt is this?" Qing Gou'er laughed at me. In one hand I held a piece of red undershirt that smelled of the full breasts of wounded female expedition members. "You get dressed," my son ordered me. I get dressed.As soon as I put on my clothes, the female expedition team member seemed embarrassed and blushed, even her nipples were flushed.They also frantically searched for clothes. The son smiled and said, "Father, look at how I teach these stinky bitches a lesson!" He swung his whip like a poisonous snake, and frantically beat the female expedition team members.One whip and one bloodstain, one whip and one loud bang.The female expedition members were beaten and rolled all over the place, howling like ghosts and wolves. I knelt in front of Qing Gouer and pleaded for the innocent female expedition members. He wrapped the whip around his waist, and said with resentment: "Get out, if my father didn't kneel down, I would beat your buttocks into 860 petals." Burying their heads in the golden grass, their backs are swollen and red and purple, and their nakedness is almost the same as wearing checked clothes. In a blink of an eye, I looked at my son with a poisonous snake whip around his waist and a messy hair standing on his side like a little demon. Two emotions surged in my heart: one was hatred for my son; the other was deep pity for the female expedition members. .I think that if a person loses his humanity, even a child, he will do a hundred times more bad things than wild animals. "It must be like this for you!" My son angrily refuted my thoughts. He not only monitors my behavior, but also monitors my thoughts.If I had known this, why not—"Don't think about it! I told you a long time ago, don't think about it!" He patted the whip on his waist, and added, "In Aunt Li's words, it's called: 'Comrade, it's late !'" The female expedition members hugged each other and licked the welts on each other's bodies, and the welts were quickly licked off like colored butter. Their beautiful and smooth bodies reappeared in front of my eyes, and they were still more coquettish and beautiful than the other. "Aunts, put on your clothes quickly, my father has an evil thought!" Qing Gou'er said mischievously. The female expedition member pressed her lips with the tip of her bright red tongue, and slowly put on her clothes.Wearing small clothes and big clothes, it seems that I can never finish wearing them, as if I want to put all the clothes in the world on my body. I was mystified by both their attitude change and my son's.The son ran around in their arms, touching the breast of one, and kissing the neck of the other, as if the son saw his mother.I stood there alone, more embarrassed than I had ever been. In the bushes not far from the tent, the corpses of three male expedition members were moored. Their corpses were wrapped in layers of bark, and their heads and tails were up and down, like three small boats. When we followed the female expedition members to look for the small white mushrooms, we found the bodies of the male expedition members.Not only I was taken aback, but even the female expedition members were also taken aback. According to them, they got separated from them the first day they entered the mangrove forest.At that time, the three of them were crying like hell, and felt that half the sky had collapsed.They tried their best to find them, but naturally they couldn't find them.A few days later, a helicopter appeared in the bright sunlight above the lake, its propellers whirling.The helicopter lowered its altitude slowly, and the colorful winds set off by the machine puckered the lake.All three female expedition members clearly saw the three missing male members sitting in the helicopter.They cried with excitement.Huge buoys strapped to the landing gear of the helicopter appeared to be preparing to land on the lake. "What happened next?" I asked anxiously. The female expedition member with adhesive tape on her cheek sighed and said, "The helicopter has plunged into the lake." "Where is the person?" "The plane is stuck, can people still escape?" "But who salvaged their bodies? And who wrapped them in bark?" "He who salvaged their bodies wrapped them up, and he who salvaged their bodies picked them up." Unexpectedly, the female expedition member with adhesive tape on her face answered my questions so skillfully.Things are indeed not as complicated as I imagined. The relationship between the son and the female expedition members has become very harmonious.He walked around them, patted their buttocks and hugged their legs, hugged their necks and kissed their mouths, all of which were child's tricks. I bent down and observed the faces of the three male corpses one by one.The bark is like rosin, and although it is very thick, light can penetrate it.These three people have undoubtedly become the core of three huge ambers, which will be hard to rot for thousands of years, right?Could this be bark?What about the clear lines of the bark?Their expressions were all calm, it seemed that they didn't suffer too much pain before being wrapped.I flick them with my fingers, and they have a hard shell that makes a crisp sound. We picked many small white mushrooms as big as thumbs from the Apu tree, put them in a stainless steel pot, and lit the fire.The matches used by the female expedition members were made by themselves. The matchheads were the color of sulfur, and the match stems seemed to be made of twigs of a Bodhisattva tree. The match used as firewood was the bark-like thing that wrapped the male expedition members. .The blue flames licked the bottom of the pot, and there was no smoke at all.We smell the fragrant fire.The smell of fresh mushrooms overflowed from the cracks in the pot. The sun was big and red, and it was close to the lake, and groups of swans descended from the sky and fell into the lake.The blood-red lake water and the red light of the sun complement each other, dyeing the swans red, and their necks are like curved red sausages.The Bodhisattva trees near and far are also dazzlingly colorful.The ball fish floats to the surface, blows air, and spins.It was the first time in my life that I witnessed such a beautiful and splendid scenery. A female expedition member holds a high-end camera, chooses different angles, and shoots the sunset, lake light, beautiful trees, strange fish and dreamy big birds. The sun had just set in the lake, and the moon rose right after.The moon is also surprisingly big and red, and even the osmanthus trees and pavilions in the middle of the moon are flooded by red. The delicious taste of white mushrooms intensified with the appearance of the moon, and there was almost no sound. We only heard the sound of white mushrooms tumbling in the pot and the occasional sound of swans stirring the lake water with their green beaks. There was no wind at all, and the branches of the Apu tree kissed the ground vertically.After the rising and brightening moon shed a cloud of silver light, everything lost its form and became indistinct.The red metal-like shadow of the Bodhisattva tree.The shadow of the sky in the lake and the shadow of the lake in the sky.The swans seem to be condensed into jade, and the white shadows are printed on the red glaze. When a thin cloud covered the moon, we sat kneeling on the grass in front of the tent, and the female expedition members told my son and me about the many strange and wonderful phenomena they encountered.I was fascinated by it, but my son interrupted the female expedition members with continuous pranks. The group of small talkers I was familiar with jumped out.They are dressed as always: red hats, red coats and green pants.They put their tails on the ground and surrounded the pot where the white mushrooms were boiled. A small talker sniffled and said, "It's delicious, it's delicious!" The Xiaohuapizi shouted in unison: "It's so delicious, so delicious!" A small story said: "White mushrooms are delicious!" Qing Gou'er jumped up from the female expedition member's knee and shouted: "Here I come! Find a stick and poke the pot!" When the Xiaohuapis saw my son, they danced happily.No wonder, he and them are old friends. The son overturned the pot, and the small round mushrooms rolled all over the place, and the small skins swarmed up, snatching the mushrooms, screeching loudly. The son said, "Father, I'm going to play with the little ones." In a blink of an eye, the little talkers embraced the green dog, hid themselves in the dense trees and flowers, disappeared, and disappeared without a trace ever since. When our son was around, we thought he was in the way; when he left, we became bored. The next morning, I bid farewell to the female expedition members and went to look for Qinggouer.The female expedition members jointly wrote a letter, entrusting me to have the opportunity to enter the county one day, and forward it to the county government office.I was afraid of losing the letter, so I kept it firmly in my heart-in case I lost the letter, I could recite their letter to the relevant parties. Within five minutes of burrowing into the mangroves, I lost my way.The dense, tantrum-like fleshy branches of the Apu tree are enough for me, but the ground is crowded with sisal-like plants with leaves pointing up like swords and white hard thorns on the edges.Although they are not sisal, since they look like sisal, let's call them sisal.All the animals and plants here need to be named. Maybe it's because I have little knowledge and little knowledge, and it's rare to see more strange things.The leaves of sisal are sharper than a saw. I try to avoid them as much as possible, and when I dodge the sisal, the furious branches of the Puma tree hit me on the head.I burst into tears.The air is not circulating, the sunlight cannot come in, and there is a fishy and cold atmosphere all around. There are many dangers and secrets hidden in the dense plants.After sprinting left and right for a while, I was desperate and squatted on the ground.Listening to the sound of gurgling water under the surface, I feel the value of my son even more. "Qinggouer, where are you?" "Qinggouer, where are you?" Someone is learning my voice. Suddenly remembered that I had a pack of cigarettes in my pocket.Sure enough, I touched a pack of cigarettes.The filter tips are all off, and the shredded tobacco has been rubbed and leaked a lot.There are not three matches, only two.I'm nervous when I draw a fire.The first one is broken, the second one is stuck. Smoking a cigarette, I thought over and over an old question: "We see a flower that is red and has a fragrance. Everyone says so. Is this flower really red and has a fragrance?" In order to save matches—it was a mistake, there were no matches, and there were still a dozen cigarettes—and another one was ignited before one was extinguished.Just as he was sucking in a daze, he heard a loud noise above his head. He looked up and found two broad wings spread out.The big bird grabbed me and threw me hard, and I landed somersaulting. Here is another scene, among the sparse trees, there are some low huts, and the openings of the huts are sealed with wide leaves of big trees.I climbed up cautiously, walked through the gaps in the trees, and listened to the movements in the shack one by one.There were whispers in every shack, and the content of the discussion was inexplicable, as if it had nothing to do with me, and it seemed to have something to do with me.The letter that the female expedition members asked me to bring to the county government was chirping in my pocket, and I hurriedly reached out and pressed the pocket. The leaves on the doors of the huts were thrown aside at the same time, and there were chilling shouts from every hut.I don't have a philosophical mind, I just run away on a subconscious level.I bumped around in a circle of deafening shouts, like a headless fly. The shouting was endless, like a bluff.When I calm down, my mind is full of survival philosophy, rogue philosophy, parasitic philosophy, etc., many of which are very heavy.I squatted on the ground with my head in my arms, looking like I was thinking philosophically, but I was actually paralyzed with fear. People with guns, knives and sticks came out of the shack one after another.They formed a circle and slowly shrunk, guns, knives and sticks, as well as their eyes gleamed coldly.In order to avoid unnecessary sacrifices, I lay on my back and pretended to be dead.Legend has it that tigers don't eat dead bodies, and heroes don't beat people lying on the ground.I firmly believe that the people who surround me are a group of good men. I pray and pray to all the gods and ghosts who roam in the air and underground, bless me to meet a group of good men instead of a group of mangy dogs. Their legs are tall and thick, densely packed, like a fence. "Dead?" an old voice said to himself. "Not dead." I said, folded and sat up. They tied me up with leather ropes.A big man sawed my neck with the back of a blunt knife, friction generated electricity, and the current flew across my spine. They laughed. "Are you going to kill me?" I asked timidly. "Let's go, go see the chief. It doesn't matter whether we kill you or let you go." Only then did I have the mind to observe them.They wore grass-green uniforms, which were somewhat similar to those of the People's Liberation Army, but definitely not the uniforms of the People's Liberation Army.There was a big man leading the way in front, and a group of people surrounded me in the back, walking forward meanderingly.We have been walking in the sparse woods, and our feet are often knocked by fallen logs.It can be seen that this forest used to be very dense, but the reason why it is not dense is that it was cut down by people.There are always some half-person-high tree stumps squatting beside the fallen logs. Clusters of red fungus grow on the stumps of the stumps, which look like fresh flowers from a distance and a close view.That's all, there are some green rabbits squatting on the tree stumps, eating fungus with relish. I don't even know where to go.How many times does everyone go through this kind of long-distance trek without knowing the purpose?I walk early and don't leave late, so I am calm and enjoy the scenery in my eyes while walking, why bother myself? I had reason to think that I was in the pine woods, and I had reason to think that it was noon. The strong sun shines directly from among the sparse trees, and the air is filled with a strong smell of pine oil. Sweat soaked the green uniform of the big man leading the way. I found that the green uniform was soaked in sweat, and the color was deep and dignified. Wool uniforms.There is a sound of tuk-tuk in the depths of the forest. Is it a woodpecker digging a hole in a tree? A tall mound appeared in front of it, like a large tomb.A kind voice next to my ear said, "Son, don't make a sad face. You are about to meet the chief. You should smile and pretend to be very happy and happy." This statement is very familiar, and I am convinced that it is the truth, which is universally applicable.Yes, why do you have to cry?Aren't you happy? Only when I got closer did I realize that this majestic big lump of earth was a bunker with trees planted around it, and vegetation camouflaged on the earth fortress, and those holes like mouse holes were obviously the loopholes for shooting outside. There is an arched door opening on the bunker, and two small pine trees stand on both sides of the door opening—in fact, they are two standing sentries with guns, they are too disguised. In the distance, the black canopy gathered and towered upwards, like puffs of still black smoke. The man who led the way said to me: "Stand still, you!" He bent down and got into the bunker, never to come out again.After waiting for a long time, a little boy in a red livery jumped out and said, "Please go in!" We got into the doorway one by one, and the little boy held a torch to guide us.The ground is covered with wet pebbles, and hermit crabs and snails crawl among the pebbles.The sound of gurgling water seemed to be ringing overhead.On the mossy walls, geckos are arranged in a spindle pattern.It was as if a sharp ax split my chaotic head, and I couldn't help screaming. A big rough hand covered my mouth, and a person whispered to me: "Be aggrieved, this is for your own good!" Then they lifted me up.They carried me and flew away.Running very unevenly.Carrying me and running, my forehead rubbing against the doorway wall, the spindles on the walls, the geckos that make up the spindles, the gecko's scabbed skin. Entering a brightly lit hall, they threw me to the ground like a dead dog. "Report to the head, we have captured the spies!" They said in unison. "Everyone will be rewarded with one tael of gold, go to the accountant to get it!" I raised my face and was pleasantly surprised to see that sitting on the grand master's chair in the middle of the hall was Tuan Piuan, who had seen thousands of times in my dreams, shining like the sun on the history of the herbivorous family.The only difference from before is that two pointed mustaches grew on his upper lip. "Hi Tuan Zhang, hello!" I said flatteringly. "Whether I'm good or not is none of your business!" Captain Pi said coldly, "Take off his clothes and conduct a strict search!" Several burly men jumped down from the platforms on both sides.They untied me first. As soon as the leather rope left my body, it shrunk to the size of a finger. Then they brutally stripped me naked.The two middle-aged ladies on both sides of Captain Pi stared at me, making me very uncomfortable. A big man found the letter and handed it to Captain Pi.Head Pi frowned, and after reading the letter, he cursed angrily: "These three yellow-haired girls, bitches who pee standing up! The paper is full of nonsense, burn it." The woman on the left received the letter, walked two steps, and lit a torch.After the letter paper was burned, it turned into a gray butterfly, fluttering and falling to the ground. "Check his hands and feet!" Captain Pi issued a new order. Two big men pushed me down, one pinched my fingers, the other pinched my toes, watching carefully. I was annoyed, but I didn't dare to resist. "Report to the head, no webbing was found on the hand!" "Reporting to the commander, there is a webbed adhesion between the fourth and fifth toes of his left foot!" I quickly looked at my left foot, and sure enough, I found that the two fingers of my left foot were stuck together by a layer of pink skin.How is this going? "Take him outside and castrate him!" said Tuan Piuan. After understanding the original meaning of Captain Pi's order, I began to howl loudly.The big black man covered my mouth with his hand.I struggled, biting the hard palm of the big black man. "Let go of him!" Commander Pi ordered. I knelt on the ground, kowtowed my head like pounding garlic, and said, "Chief Pi, please forgive me. I have already performed ligation, and I will never produce webbed offspring!" Grandpa, who had just parted with me not long ago, turned out from behind a screen and pleaded with Captain Pi. Master Nine, who was carrying the bronze birdcage, also turned out and pleaded with Captain Pi.The owl stared at me from the cage. Many people I know turned out to plead with Tuan Pi. Leader Pi took a sip of wine, pondered for a moment, and said, "My heart tells me that you should not be castrated. You can't stay here for long, but considering that it is not easy for you to come here, let you see the scenery for a few days!" The burly man helped me get dressed. Captain Pi told the middle-aged woman on the right who was as gorgeous as a peach blossom: "Xiaxia, take him away." Xiaxia took my hand and turned ninety-nine eighty-one turns before getting out of the bunker.The sun was hanging high, and it was still noon, and the camouflaged sentries at the door and the pine trees far and near were still like puffs of still black smoke in the strong sunlight.