Chapter 82 Cat Town (3)

I don't care about all the dangers, and the word "danger" will never appear in my mind at this time.Heat, hunger, thirst, pain, all are not enough to overcome fatigue - I have been on a plane for more than half a month - I don't know how I struggled to recline, so I just fell asleep; lying on my back is impossible , the shackles on my hands prevented me from flattening my back.Surrendering my life to this muddy and steaming river, I just sleep; do I still hope to have a good dream in this situation! ? When I opened my eyes again, I was already sitting against a corner of a hut; it wasn’t a hut, a small hole was more real; there was no window, no door; four things that seemed to be walls surrounded a field that hadn’t even been shoveled. The ceiling is a small piece of silver-gray sky.My hands are free, but there is a thick rope around my waist. This end is wrapped around my waist. Although I don't need such a belt, the other end I can't see, or it is tied outside the wall; I must It was tied down from the sky.The pistol in his arms is still there, strange!

What does that mean?Kidnapping?Ask the earth for money?Too much trouble.Caught a monster and ready to train for an exhibit at the zoo?Or send it to the biology school for dissection?This is almost reasonable.I laughed, I was actually going a little crazy.Thirsty as hell.Why don't you take my pistol?This bit of surprise and reassurance did not increase the amount of body fluid in his mouth.Look around, there is no escape.In the corner parallel to where I sat was a stone jar.What's in it?Who cares, I will definitely go and have a look. Instinct is smarter than reason.Ankle is still tripping, let's jump.I endured the pain and stood up, but I couldn't stand up. I tried a few times, but my legs didn't obey orders anymore.sit down.I am so thirsty that my chest is about to crack.The need of the body wears out the noble spirit. Climb!The small hole is not very wide, lying on the ground, it is only a few inches away, and you can reach out and touch the hope of hope, that precious jar.However, the belt issued a warning before I lay flat, it would not allow me to lie flat, and if I must go forward, it would hang me up.hopeless.

The burning in my mouth made me fly again: feet forward, lying on my back and moving forward, imitating that little hard cap worm that can't turn over.Although the rope is very tight, if I struggle hard, it can be evenly distributed to the ribs. The ribs are always thinner than the base of the legs, and if they can even reach the chest, my feet can touch the pot, even if the ribs are completely worn out. , After all, it is better than being so thirsty.The skin on the ribs is broken, don't care; go forward, it hurts, don't care; ah, the foot touched that baby! The ankles are locked so tightly that the two toes can touch the pot when they are straight, but they can't open and can't hug it;hopeless.

I had to lie on my back and watch the sky.He couldn't help but took out the pistol.thirsty.He looked at the small and light gun.Close your eyes, put the smooth little round muzzle on your temple; move your fingers, and I'll never be thirsty again.There was a sudden light in his heart, he sat up very quickly, turned around to face the corner of the wall, aimed at the thick rope in front of him, dang, dang, two shots, the rope burned a piece.Gritting his hands and teeth, like crazy, he finally tore the rope.The ecstasy made me forget the shackles on my feet, and I suddenly stood up and fell to the ground; I immediately crawled towards the stone jar.Hold it up, there is some light and water in it!Maybe it's water, maybe it's... without hesitation.The stone jar is very thick and not easy to drink; but after taking a sip, it is really cool, better than fairy syrup; hard work always pays off, as if I understand some truths of life.

There was not much water; not a drop remained. I hold that baby jar.As soon as my heart felt better, the fantasy came: If I could go back to the earth, I would definitely take it with me.hopeless?I stay up.I don't know how long, I stared at the mouth of the jar blankly. A flock of birds flew overhead, and their brief cries woke me up.Looking up, there was a layer of pale peach-red clouds in the sky, which could not completely cover the gray, but the sky was higher and clearer, and there was a line of powerful light on the top of the wall.It's getting dark, I thought. What should I do?

Plans that would work on Earth don't seem to work here; I don't understand my counterpart at all, so how can I decide what to do.Robinson is not as difficult as I am, he can decide on his own, I want to escape from a group of cat people; who has read the history of cat people? But what must I do? The shackles must be removed, the first step to work.All the while, I didn't bother to see what was tied to my feet, probably because I always thought that the fetters should all be made of iron.Now I must see it, it is not iron, for it is leaden in color.Why didn't my pistol be confiscated, and I have the answer: there is no iron on Mars.The cat people are too cautious, afraid of harming something they don't know, so they don't dare to touch it.I touched it with my hands, and it was hard, although it was not iron; I tried to pull it hard, but it didn't work.What did you do?Fun mixed with the urgency to escape.Hit it with the muzzle of a gun, and there will be a sound of metal, but it doesn't sound like iron.silver?lead?Anything softer than iron, I can always manage to grind it off; I can break that stone pot, for example, and grind it with a stone edge—forget about the plan to bring the stone pot to the earth.I picked up the stone jar and wanted to hit it against the wall; I didn’t dare, in case people outside were alarmed; someone must be guarding outside, I thought.No, the gun has been fired just now, but there is no movement.Then I got scared, suppose a group of people came in with the gunshots just now?But since it didn't come, don't worry; the jar was out of hand, and only a small piece was touched, which was very sharp because of its small size.I get to work.

Iron beams are ground into embroidery needles, and the workmanship is natural; but it is too optimistic to plan to use a piece of stone to grind a metal shackle in a short time.Experience is mostly the "wrong" children, and I can only be optimistic about being wrong; the experience brought from the earth is of little value here.After grinding for a long time, what's the use? It didn't move at all, as if cutting diamonds with stone flakes. Feel for rags, shoes, hair, in case I find anything that will help me; I seem to have become a irrational animal.what!There is also a box of matches in the small trouser pocket under the belt, a small "iron" box.If I hadn't searched carefully, I wouldn't have thought of it; I don't smoke, and I don't have the habit of keeping matches on me.Why do I carry it with me?can't remember.Oh, I remembered: it was given to me by a friend. He heard that I was going on an adventure, and rushed to the airport to see me off. He had nothing to send me, so he stuffed this box in my pouch. "The little box doesn't add much weight to the plane, I hope!" he said.I remembered.It seemed so many years ago; half a month's flight is not something that makes the mind calm and clear.

I played with the small box, trying to think back to what happened half a month ago. There was no hope in front of me, so I had to think about the sweetness of the past. Life can find comfort in many ways. It was getting dark.I feel hungry.I struck a match, as if to see if there was anything to eat.After it was extinguished, another stroke was struck, and the small fire was put on the shackles carelessly and ridiculously to watch.suddenly!squeak!It was as fast as writing a four-character in cursive script—C—and there was already some white ash left on my ankle.A very good smell, into the nostrils, I want to vomit.

Cat people will also use chemistry to make things, unexpected things!