Chapter 37 Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Third Night: Spying

There is no lighting around me, and there is a closed space inside the branches, a dead corner. It is difficult to see the situation inside under this kind of light. I stared at the blood-red eyes, only feeling the tightness of my throat. I also forgot to react, and looked directly at him. After staring at each other for a few seconds, I realized something was wrong. The blood red eyes seemed not to be bloodshot in general, but were really stained red by "blood". It's like freezing. A living person can stay still, but they can't help but not blink their eyes. This is common sense, and I immediately became suspicious.

After groping around, I took out a few torches, unscrewed the waterproof reed stalks, and carefully sent them to the square hole. When I got close to the opening, the situation inside was shown. When I saw it, my whole body exploded, from the forehead to the soles of the feet became cold all at once. What caught my eyes was a hideous and strange face, which was already a little swollen. It couldn't even be called a face, because his chin was gone, and the lower half of his face was torn off by something. The flesh and blood are indistinct, the entire tongue is hanging out, without the connection of the jaw, the tongue comes out of the throat directly, it looks extremely long, like a rotten snake.

This is a dead person, and I felt like vomiting right away, and I couldn't help it, but I felt a creepy feeling. Looking at this person's hairstyle and equipment, it is obvious that he is also the third uncle's person, and he died not long ago. He should have been washed in by the water and stuck in this pile of branches.But if this is a dead person, who was it that called me just now? I immediately looked at the corpse again. At this time, the fire was burned out, and the ferocious face was hidden in the darkness again. I only saw the blood-red eyes staring at me resentfully.

All the goosebumps on my body came up, and I looked around, it was a dark underground pool, there was no one else around, and I didn't hear anyone moving just now. I was sweating coldly, my neck was a little stiff, and I suddenly realized something was wrong, something weird must have happened here, I can't stay here anymore, no matter what, I must take Fatty to leave immediately. Taking a deep breath, I climbed back, untied the few remaining strong vines around my waist, put them around my waist, leaned down, grabbed the fat man's hand and pulled it up. The fat man was too heavy, and his clothes were soaked in water, it was like a block of lead. I only had one foot to exert force, and after a few drags, it was almost motionless.Almost slipping down again.

I immediately knew that there was no way to pull it by hand. I looked around and saw that the simple trailer I made was still attached to the fat man, so I tied the vines of the bracket to the vines on my body and beat him with a wooden stick. Put a joint under the fat man's armpit, cross his armpit to make something like a stretcher handle, and put the other end on the ground, use your own body weight and strength, and pull it up like a Yellow River tracker. This is the triangular mechanics in architecture. At that time, the teacher taught us how to use a stick and a rope to match our body weight to make a traction sling. Gongminjian also had such courses.

It was much better with the help of my body weight. I grabbed the vine and ran into the well bit by bit. The fat man in the water was lifted up bit by bit, and finally I lifted most of the person out of the water. .But at this time the vines around my waist almost buckled me into a nunchuck. I found a thicker stone gap, stuck my spare wooden stick in it, put the vines around my waist over it, fixed the fat man, then climbed back into the water, lifted the fat man's feet up, and dragged him over. After arriving in the safe area, he untied the vine drawer on his body, saw that there was no abnormality in the pile of branches, and immediately gave him cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

I have no professional training, and the movements are all from the series. I just remember that if the heart stops beating, the limit time is 8 minutes, and the possibility of being rescued within 8 minutes is very high. Now the fat man still has a weak pulse and weak breathing. This should be a symptom of poisoning. I don't know if cardiopulmonary resuscitation is useful. After a few pushes to no avail, I didn't know if it was right, so I had to bite the bullet and press it for less than two or three minutes, when suddenly the fat man coughed, his whole body twitched, and another ball of yellow water spit out.Then he took a deep breath and his chest began to rise and fall.But after only taking one or two breaths, he suddenly rolled his eyes again, and his breathing became weak again.

I looked at the blood hole on his neck, obviously this poisonous snake is really powerful, the bite is precise, the fat man is like a useless person, but he will not die, as long as the poison in the body cannot be removed, it will be useless to save the fat man.I took off my clothes, took some water in the pool, cut open his wound with a dagger, washed it to let out black blood, and continued to press his chest so that he could persevere, while thinking about what to do . After only pressing it twice, I suddenly heard another gloomy voice from behind, also within the pile of branches. In desperation, I didn't hear what I said clearly, but it sounded familiar, and I froze with fright at once. I suddenly turned around again and used my flashlight to look at the hole I dug on the pile of branches just now.

I vaguely saw the blood-red eyes of the corpse still looking at me dully, icy and cold, making people extremely uncomfortable.What made my scalp explode was that I saw the corpse's tongue moving.