Chapter 28 Sixty-second night back

The weather is so good that it is very suitable for traveling, but going out on May 1st is not for you to travel, but for travel to play with you.To be precise, it is those lazy people who are guarding their ancestral property, and those who like to do one-shot transactions. They collect money when they go up the mountain, and buy tickets when they go down the mountain. Even if they go to the toilet, they force you to buy a roll of toilet paper. "I pee!" You argue with the old man looking at the toilet.The old man's face was as dry and yellow as a biscuit, and he just took out a roll of sandpaper-like toilet paper as rough as scissors and handed it to you.

"I brought paper!" You argued again, and feebly took out a roll of confidantes, but people recognized it, and you must buy their toilet paper when you go to the toilet, as if to say how do I know if you brought paper in? Woolen cloth?This kind of regulation sounds like a restaurant that forbids bringing your own drinks, and it sounds reasonable. The above is just a joke, don't take it seriously.However, when traveling abroad, and if you are not traveling in a group, but a group of donkey friends like to go together in twos and threes, it is better to be careful when going to places that are originally inaccessible and relatively deserted.

The following story was told to me by a friend who I had never met, but even from the trembling of his voice on the phone, I could tell he was in shock.It just so happened that there was a need for a special edition of travel magazine on May 1st. Thinking about the lack of subject matter, I put down my work and chatted with him. "I am a colored collar of a company." I was puzzled when I heard it. I know there are gold collars, white collars, blue collars, and black collars, but I have never heard of colored collars. "Tell you, people like us often work in blue-collar jobs, suffer from the anger of white-collar workers, and suffer from the pressure of gold-collar workers, but receive the salary of black-collar workers. Do you think they are color-collar workers?" He was full of resentment.

"So traveling abroad is undoubtedly a very good and most effective way for me to reduce stress. Otherwise, I really don't know when I will use the keyboard to smash the head of the boss who stands in front of me every day. Lose. However, with the increase in the number of trips, I and a few travel friends in the company are tired of those so-called famous tourist attractions. The scenery that has been decorated with too many artificial decorations has long become unclean and impure, and the more The more famous places, the more people there are. The purpose of our travel is to escape from those miscellaneous people, but the result is not crowded with people?

So my two best friends and I decided that the three of us would go to a relatively remote place that maintains our own unique ecological environment.But judging from the present, we made a very wrong decision. Of course, no matter what, we were still busy preparing luggage and necessary items at that time. Since everyone is a veteran, they are quite skilled. First of all, you need to prepare a large backpack, forty-four to fifty liters is enough, and then you need a small backpack to put some necessary small items, such as travel materials, snacks, etc., as well as pens, incendiary bombs, compass and folding umbrellas Of course you have to bring something like that, as well as some commonly used medicines, such as hemostatic patches, gauze, bandages, trumpet brand Zhenglu pills, carminative oil, cold medicine, and Mentholatum mint ointment. "He actually started talking to me about his travel knowledge, so I had to cough twice and interrupted him.

"Sorry, I said too much." He smiled awkwardly, but it was very bitter. "The three of them set off after preparing their things, the weather and customs of the place they were going to. Unfortunately, I don't want to tell you where we went, because I don't want to hurt more curious people, or I can't describe the situation there, I only know that it is probably the area at the junction of Hunan and Jiangxi. . At that time, the weather was already very hot, but we didn’t find it unbearable for us who often travel alone. The group of people proceeded smoothly along the directions of the map. We didn’t specifically specify the direction, but just traveled randomly, hoping that we could integrate into it. More nature.

But we have forgotten that we who have lived in reinforced concrete piles for a long time have lost the self-protection ability and keen sense of danger of our ancestors. When passing through a jungle, one of my teammates was stung suddenly.He didn't see clearly whether it was bees or wasps, or other highly poisonous insects. Injuries of this degree are considered pediatrics for us. Since we are ready to travel away from the team, snake bites and bee stings should have been counted long ago. But I forgot that not everyone can adapt to bee venom.It’s like penicillin. Maybe you were fine last year, but today your physique changes and you are allergic.

Some bee venom will enter the blood vessels, and anaphylactic shock will occur, resulting in death.Although another person and I quickly used a sterile needle to remove the broken thorn in the flesh, then pinched the stung part vigorously, sucked repeatedly with our mouths to suck out the toxin, and applied some medicine.But his condition was very bad. Fifteen minutes later, his face turned blue, his breathing became very short, and the place where he was stung was red and swollen to the size of a steamed bun.His pulse and heartbeat started to drop.I have relatively strong strength, so I had to carry him on my back and quickly search for the locals. Since they live here, they naturally have a way to deal with bee venom.

Fortunately, we didn't go far, and we saw a village with neat but sparse buildings. But the soil there is very soft. When I stepped on the land with my friend on my back, I felt like I was stepping on a thick plush carpet. When I looked down, the soil was all red. There are not many people in the village, but they are still very enthusiastic. They are very surprised at our arrival, and it can be seen that no one has been here for a long time. Sure enough, as I expected, they are very good at treating bee venom. An old man who looks about 60 years old but has a white-haired childlike face and a healthy body asked us to carry my friend to his house, and then went to the back room to prepare some herbs and chew them with our mouths. The pulp was mixed with some black juice, and smeared on the wound.Soon, the friend's wound began to swell, but his face was still pale and his lips were dry and cracked.

The people in the village entertained us very kindly, which moved us who have long been accustomed to the intrigue in the city, but the old man reminded us. 'Don't let your friends eat dirt. ' 'Eat dirt? 'My other friend and I felt very strange. Although the soil here is indeed a bit different, it is not enough to pick it up and eat it as a delicacy.I couldn't help laughing.The old man was a little unhappy, but he still stroked his beard and gave another warning. "The bee venom is gone, but your friend had better not touch our terracotta until he is fully recovered, otherwise, we will not be able to save you." ' After finishing speaking, he got up and was busy cooking for us.Another travel friend and I looked at our companion who was still unconscious on the bed, and suddenly felt a tinge of uneasiness like a shooting star.

The old man eats very little, maybe it is their way of keeping in good health here, but I suddenly found that, including the old man, everyone in this village complexion is very red, just like Guan Gong. Looking at it, I don't feel it, but I still feel a little healthy and strong, but when I look at it at night, it is red like blood under the light. After dinner, my companion suggested that we leave tomorrow morning, and I agreed, after all, I always feel a little uneasy here. Farmhouse bamboo beds are very cool, but there are also legends that the darker the color of the bamboo mat and the redder the bamboo bed, the cooler it is, but it cannot be used when it turns completely dark red.Because the bamboo bed is still blue at the beginning, it will absorb sweat and feel cool at first, and then it will absorb the blood of the user.Farmers are afraid that the bamboo bed will become fine, so they throw away the bamboo products that are almost full of blood and sweat. But this is just hearsay and rumors. I don't know if there are too many things happening during the day, I toss and turn in bed and can't sleep.Suddenly, he faintly heard the old man get up from the back room, tiptoe out of the door, and then squatted on the ground without moving. My bed is in the living room, facing the door, so I can see it clearly, but since the old man's back is facing me, I really don't know what he is doing. The moonlight was like snow, falling like frost, I moved my body a little to see clearly, but unexpectedly the bamboo bed was very old, and there was a creaking sound when I moved a little. I can't forget that moment, the old man heard it and turned his head suddenly.The moonlight happened to shine on his face, and the kind and kind old man had disappeared during the day. I saw him grabbing the red soil on the ground and stuffing it into his mouth frantically. The corners of his mouth and face were covered with red soil particles, and the saliva mixed with the red soil flowed down like blood. I looked at him and remembered The picture of the lion eating broadcasted by the animal world. The old man's eyes were wide open, and as his cheeks sunken and bulged regularly, he swallowed the dirt in his mouth vigorously.I was too scared to speak. 'Outlander, does it scare you? 'The old man suddenly regained his previous friendship, but the red soil around his mouth made me a little scared.He also realized it, wiped his mouth clean immediately, sighed, and sat on the side of my bed, while I shrunk my body and sat on the other side. 'You don't have to be afraid of me, everyone in this village is like this, we have no malice, let alone monsters, but as long as we don't eat the red soil here for a day, we will feel uncomfortable and weak, but thanks to the red soil here, the village The body of the person is also very healthy, and he has never been sick, but his face looks a little redder than ordinary people.Everyone calls this soil the sacred soil, and it is a gift specially given to us by God. ' He spoke slowly, but forcefully, and with great sincerity.I also began to believe it a little bit. I had only heard such things on TV before. 'But since the red clay has such effects, why did the old man tell my injured companion not to eat it? ' I couldn't help asking. 'Then I don't know, I just reminded from my elders that people who are injured by bee venom in this area must not eat the red soil here. There is a reason for this. 'I was slightly disappointed after listening, but I nodded gratefully. In the middle of the night, I heard the sound of someone going out again. I thought it was the old man who was eating dirt again, and I felt it was inconvenient to disturb him, so I turned my back and pretended not to know. Due to the lack of time, we decided to leave here the next day. The injured companion was able to walk by himself after a night of recuperation, but he was still very weak.We decided to go back to the city early and end this trip. Although we were a little discouraged and frustrated, our health is still the most important thing, and we will come back later. Saying goodbye to the elderly and the villagers, we slowly returned according to the way back.Until noon the next day, I took a short rest next to a reservoir.Take out some dry food and water to replenish.This reservoir is very large and clean. It is difficult to see such a clean water source in the city. I can even see stones and fish at the bottom of the water. I was watching the surrounding scenery, but I didn't notice that the friend who was stung didn't eat much, but suddenly took out a neatly wrapped plastic bag from the travel bag I carried with me.I thought he kept some delicious food for himself and hid it alone, so I smiled and ignored it. But what I saw he took out from the plastic bag was a handful of red soil. That is the soil of that village, something the old man repeatedly told us not to let him eat.But when did he dig it?Could it be last night? Before I could think about it, I was about to rush up to stop him, when my friend stuffed a slap of red clay into his mouth, chewed it casually a few times, then swallowed it hard, and then showed a very satisfied expression. 'You are crazy! I yelled loudly, and then grabbed the bag in his hand, but he desperately tried to grab the plastic bag from me, his strength became surprisingly great, even when he was healthy, he had never been like this before. 'It's delicious, it's delicious, you should try it, what kind of shark's fin abalone, get out, this red clay is the treasure, it's like the food of the gods, after eating it, the pain, fatigue, all gone, Eat, eat! 'He was grinning, drooling from the corner of his mouth, like a mental patient, while grabbing my bag, he grabbed the dirt and ate it.The other partner next to him was already sluggish. Suddenly, he also threw away the dry food in his hand, tentatively grabbed a little and swallowed it, and then he also went crazy, and started to grab the red soil with his injured friend. The two of them were like two people who saw each other A piece of meat and bones of hungry wild dogs, fighting. Halfway through the robbing, the person who was stung before suddenly raised his neck high, like a crowing rooster, screamed strangely, spewed red soil from his mouth, spit white foam continuously, and fell to the ground convulsively.But the one who snatched the red soil from him didn't pay any attention to it. He just kept stuffing the red soil into his mouth, and even opened the man's mouth to dig out the red soil that he hadn't swallowed. I have never seen such a scene, but I immediately realized that I must save my friend first. His body began to twitch violently. In order not to bite his tongue, I had to take a towel to stuff his crotch. Mouth, then immediately look for the drug. Under the effect of sedatives, the friend began to calm down slowly.The companion next to him also seemed to have regained his sanity. He ran to the side in horror and scratched his throat with his fingers, trying to spit out the red clay, but he didn't spit out a single grain of bile. Those soils seem to be alive after eating, lying on the stomach wall? The companion and I decided to take turns carrying the wounded, and hurried back to the hospital, hoping to save his life. But the hot weather, coupled with the almost identical terrain around me, I found that the three of us got lost in such a small place. In fact, I knew that the most important thing was that our rationality had gradually been shattered. I had a hard time carrying him every step of the way, and so did my companion, who threw away the rest of his red clay like the plague. Finally, the three of us couldn't walk any longer, so we found a big tree and sat in the shade to rest. I looked at everyone's bags and found that there was not much food and water left. Because he sometimes woke up very excited and bit us with his mouth, I had no choice but to turn him over, let my back touch his back, and fix my body with a rope so that I could carry him on my back. 'Give up, give up on him. 'The companion looked at his comatose friend, and suddenly whispered something to me. Why didn't this kind of thought appear in my mind, but I quickly pressed it down, but this thought is like a water scoop, always desperately floating up. 'no. 'I firmly objected, licking my dry lips. 'We can leave some water and food for him, so that we don't abandon him! 'The companion still didn't give up, he moved his face closer and said to me, at that moment, I thought he looked very hateful, of course, if I had a mirror to look at, I would think I was equally ugly. Because I finally agreed to the proposal.I divided all the food and water into thirds and kept one portion next to my unconscious friend. 'Don't blame me, you must hold on, we will find someone to save you right away. 'I whispered in his ear, and he suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed my wrist in a coma, it was very painful. He closed his eyes and said in a low voice. 'Don't go, don't leave me. ' I hesitated for a while, but I still pushed his hand away, and continued walking forward with my companion. Looking back, my friend has become farther and farther away from me. 'Don't do this, if we carry him on our backs, none of the three of us can get out. 'The companion enthusiastically enlightened me and patted me on the back. 'Go away, you are disgusting, if it were me, you would throw it away without hesitation, maybe you won't even keep food and water! 'I pushed his arm away, the man froze for a moment, then sneered a few times, and stopped talking. We then walked for a whole day, and finally found that the front was not far from the nearest suburb of the city. He and I were very happy.So I decided to take a nap, take a good rest, and rely on my last physical strength to go back quickly. That sleep was very deep. But when I woke up, I found that I and my companion were still lying under the tree that abandoned my friend. I know because the food and water I left on the ground are still untouched, but my friends are gone. I quickly woke up my companion, who was terrified and said that we might have gone the wrong way.The two quickly got up and looked for their friends everywhere, but there was no trace at all. 'calm!Be calm! 'I reminded myself and my companions like this, and the two of them calmed down a little, and walked towards the edge of the city again relying on the map and tools. But as soon as we go to sleep, when we wake up, we find that we are under the tree. And I can vaguely see traces of another person sleeping under the tree, and the place where the human shape is different from the side is red soil. There was no food or water, and I saw my companion staring at the red soil. I gave him a good beating, but I didn't let him do something stupid.After discussing it, we decided to go on our way again, but we took turns to be on duty while sleeping, and each of us slept for an hour. After walking for a day, we knew that there was a place to rest in a deserted old house, and after nightfall, we lay down. One hour per person, although a little troublesome, is the best way.At about two o'clock, I was on duty. The long-term trek has made me overwhelmed, but fortunately, the usual exercise has played a role, and I can still support it. But the eyes were still fighting with each other. When I was about to fall asleep, I suddenly heard the sound of the door opening. I closed my eyes, leaving only a small gap to observe. The night sky here is very clear, so I can still see better, but I wish I was blind. I thought it was a passing traveler, or a nearby hunter, or a wild animal that I wouldn't be afraid to make myself feel helpless. But I just saw the person I didn't want to see the most. No, maybe he can no longer be called a human being. My friend staggered against the wall and approached the two of us lying on the ground. With the limited light outside, I could see that his head was like a mango that had been peeled off and dried, and his face had begun to rot. It was as dry as a water-deficient leaf, cracked and drooping face by piece, but the mouth was bulging, wriggling every now and then. I knew it must be red soil inside.Because every time he took a step, some red dirt fell from his mouth. With a blank expression on his face, he walked towards my friend who was lying beside my bed, then lifted him up mechanically, put him upside down on his back, carried him back to back, and then walked slowly with the same pace go out. I tried hard to control my teeth, biting tightly to prevent them from making a sound due to trembling. When he was about to leave, he looked back at me. I finally knew why my companions and I returned to that tree no matter how far we walked. I don't know how long I waited, but I quickly jumped up, without packing anything, I immediately ran out of the house and ran outside. When it was almost dawn, I finally saw a private house emitting wisps of white smoke. I rushed over and saw a farmer lighting a fire and cooking. Finally, I passed out. When I woke up, I was already in the local hospital here. I don’t want to recall those things, and I don’t know where my friend took that companion. The obliterated but most impressive days. "The man finally finished speaking, and the two of us held the receiver in silence for a long time. Still, he broke the deadlock. "You know, I have been looking for that village, but I have never seen it again. My two partners have not been heard from for a second. The police listed them as missing persons. Their relatives have asked me more than once, why only I came back alive alone, so although I’m fine, I’m in the most pain, almost every night I can dream of the two of them standing in front of me with their mouths full of red clay.” At this point, he was sobbing, I comforted him a few words, and it made him feel better. When I hung up the phone, I couldn't help but think how many people could carry their friends on their backs and move on without hesitation under such circumstances. Perhaps what they carried was not only a person, but also a trust, or responsibility. But when faced with this situation, would I choose to betray him, or would I choose to carry him? Perhaps this is a question that cannot be answered by many people.