Chapter 81 Cat Town (2)

Pull out the pistol, or wait?Many, many different thoughts revolved around these two propositions; and during this minute, the more calm I tried, the more confused I became.As a result, I put my hand down.Smile to yourself.I came to Mars on my own volition, and let these cat people kill me--that's all hypothetical, who knows they're not the most charitable--I took it on myself; why should I draw my gun first!A little kindness always makes a man brave; I am not afraid at all.Whether it is a blessing or a curse, let it be; in any case, it is not up to me to provoke. Seeing that I was not moving, they moved two steps forward.Slowly, but resolutely, advancing like a cat spotting a mouse.

The birds all flew up, all with pieces in their beaks... I closed my eyes! Before I opened my eyes--in fact, only closed them for a very short moment--my hands were seized.I didn't expect the catman to move so fast; and so lightly, I didn't even hear the footsteps. It was a mistake not to take the pistol out.No!My conscience does not reproach me so.Risk is the diet of an adventurous life.My heart became more peaceful, and I didn't even want to open my eyes.This is due to peace of mind, not to retreat.They held my arms, tighter and tighter, and didn't relax because I didn't resist.These bastards are suspicious, I thought; my spiritual superiority made me even more proud, and I was even less willing to compete with them.There are four or five hands on each arm. They are soft but tight, and they seem to be elastic. Rather than holding them, they are more like holding them, and they are like leather straps, pressing into my flesh.Struggling is useless.I could see that if I took my arms hard, their hands would sink into my flesh; they are the kind of people who catch people in a bad way, and then don't care about their behavior, they have to give them a slap A brutal form of physical abuse.If physical pain can diminish the brightness of the spirit, I am ashamed at this time, and I do regret it a little at this time; for such people, if my guess is correct, I should adopt the policy of "strike first"; One shot and they all run away.But the matter has come to this point, regret will not improve the environment; being upright is a trap I set up, just die under my own light!I opened my eyes.They're all behind me, as if they've been programmed not to see them even if I open my eyes.This kind of sneaky behavior made me loathe them; I was not afraid of death; I said in my heart: "I have already fallen into your hands, kill me, why should you be so sneaky!" I couldn't help saying: "Why..." I didn't go on; they would never understand me.The arm tightened even more, the effect of that half sentence!I thought to myself: Even if they understand what I say, it’s not in vain!I don't even look back, I'm at their mercy; I just hope they tie me up with a rope, my spirit is just like my body, and I can't stand this kind of soft, tight, hot, disgusting grip!

There are more birds in the air, with their wings stretched out, their heads hooked downwards, ready to fly to the ground when they get a chance, to enjoy the friends of my childhood classmates... What kind of tricks are these people behind them playing? ?I really can't stand this kind of slow sawing with a blunt knife!But, I still look up at the flock of birds, cruel birds that can eat my friends in minutes.what!Can you eat a person in a few minutes?The birds, then, are not cruel; I envy my dead friend, friend!You died quickly, and you were wiped out quickly. Compared with my zero suffering, your happiness is supreme!

"Hurry up!" I wanted to say this a few times, but the words came to my lips and I withdrew them.Although I don't know the temperament and habits of cat people at all, but in these few minutes of contact, I seem to intuitively see that they are the cruelest people in the universe; cruel people don't understand the word "simply", slowly Sawing with sawtooth is a kind of enjoyment for them.What good is speaking?I'm ready for needle-pricked fingernails and kerosene up my nose—if there were needles and kerosene on Mars. I shed tears, not because I was afraid, but because I remembered my hometown.In a bright China, a great China, there is no cruelty, no poisoning, no eagles eating dead bodies.I'm afraid I'll never be able to look at that bright land again, and I'll never be able to enjoy a reasonable life; even if I can keep my life on Mars, I'm afraid even enjoying it will be painful! ?

I also had a few hands on my legs.They didn't make a sound, but the hot breath was blowing on my back and legs; I felt disgusted like being entangled by a snake. There was a clicking sound, like a sound in years of silence, which was so clearly heard that I still sometimes hear it.My ankles are in shackles!I've thought of doing this for a while.Immediately, I lost feeling in my legs and wrists, and they were terribly tight.What crime have I committed?What is their intention?Can't figure it out.Don't even think about it.In the society of cat-faced people, reason is useless, let alone human feelings, so why bother thinking.

The wrists are also locked.But, to my surprise, their hands were still around my arms and legs.Excessive caution--and from this extraordinarily cruelty--is the order of the day in the dark; and I hoped they would lock me up and remove those hot hands, and it would be too much to hope for. There were also two hot hands on the neck.This is a sign that I am not allowed to look back; in fact, who has the time to see them!People—however bad they are—have some pride; I think so little of them.Perhaps this is due to excessive caution, I dare not say, maybe there are still a few gleaming knives behind the neck.

Shouldn't this be the time to go?I thought to myself.As soon as I thought about it, as if deliberately trying to show them that they would be quicker sometimes, I got kicked in the leg and ordered me to go.My legs and wrists are already numb, and this kick made me fall forward; but their hands were like soft but hard hooks, hooking my ribs; I heard cats puffing behind me The sound, several times, this is probably the cat man's laugh.Satisfied with frustrating me like this, of course.I don't know how much sweat I have on my body.For the sake of speed, they can carry me away; this is my ideal again.I really can't walk; that's the reason they insisted on me go--if that's a less insulting word "reason."

I can't keep my eyes open due to sweat, and my hands are locked behind my back; even if I want to shake my head to shake off a few beads of sweat, I can't, they are wrapping around my neck!I walked straight up, no, not walking, but I couldn't find a word that could express a combination of jumping, turning, falling, twisting...etc. After only a few steps, I heard—fortunately, they hadn’t plugged my ears—that flock of birds made a “stab” together, which was like a “kill” charging on the battlefield; of course, they all flew down to enjoy it...I hate it Myself; if I had done it earlier, maybe I could have buried my classmates; why am I just staring blankly there!friend!Even if I can survive and come here again, I'm afraid I won't even be able to find any of your bones!The total amount of sweet memories in my life can't bear this bit of sorrow and shame. Whenever I think about it, I feel that I am the most worthless among human beings!

As if in a nightmare: Although my body is suffering, I can still think about other things; my thoughts are completely focused on my deceased friend, and I close my eyes to see the eagles in my mind, pecking at his flesh, Also peck at my heart.Where have you been?Even if I can open my eyes, I don't care to look at it; do you still hope to remember the way and prepare to escape?Am I leaving?Or jump?Or go?Cat people know.My heart is not on this, and my body doesn't seem to belong to me anymore.I just feel the sweat on my head, as if I still have a little consciousness after being seriously injured, I can't feel where my body is, I only know that some places are sweating, my life seems to be out of my hands, but it doesn't I don't feel pain.

It was completely dark before my eyes; after a while, I opened my eyes, as if I had just returned the drink after being drunk.I felt the pain in my leg and wrist, and it hurt so badly; I instinctively wanted to touch it with my hand, but the wrist was still locked.At this time, I saw something in my eyes, although it seemed to have been opened for a long time.I'm already in a boat; when and how I got aboard, I don't know.It took about half a day to go up, because my ankle has slowly woken up and I feel pain.I tried to turn my head, but the two hot hands on my neck were gone; when I looked back, there was nothing.Above is the silver-gray sky; below is a warm and dark gray river, which is silent but flowing fast; in the middle is me and a small boat, going with the flow.