【Bottle Evil】Naughty

(Hanju: refers to werewolves pretending to be prophets.)

Our actions have always been very light, and we dare not make a high profile for the time being.According to the previous deduction, all the transmission routes of underground sound transmission will be led here, and this place should be a place where sound waves gather to "listen to all directions".However, I pricked up my ears and listened carefully, but I could only hear the breath of a few of my teammates.

It's not diamonds, and it doesn't do porcelain work. I'll wait for Liu Sang's conclusion.He typed a few lines and circulated them to us one by one. The screen was so dark that we could only see it when it was close to our eyes.He said that he could hear the sound of the other party walking, and he should still be moving.If the sound came directly and unobstructed, it would be more than 200 meters away from us.Liu Sang couldn't see his surroundings in the dark, and if there were too many obstacles, the number of the straight-line distance would increase even more.

We gradually stood in a circle, facing the inside of the circle, and with the poor light of the screen, we could recognize who was who by each other's clothes.The last person to circulate was the black blind man. He didn't take off his sunglasses or look at it, so he shook his phone and sent it back to Liu Sang.It meant waving, probably because he couldn't see it now or didn't want to.

The blind man went elsewhere, and seemed to be groping around.He is probably more used to the dark than anyone else, and has his own quiet blind mode.The rest of us stayed where we were, trying to turn on the light until Sasha and the others were gone, or when there was a turning point around us.

On my left is the fat man, and on the right is the stuffy oil bottle.The three of us could at least tap our fingers on the back of each other's hands and chat in a "knock-knock" way.This kind of time is often very interesting, just like the leisure time between work. Poker bottle is a professional silencer, fat man is a chatterer, and black blind man is "I'll play for a while and then call me if I have something to do".

The fat man asked me what to do next, are you ready?I told him quite honestly, no.

When we were traveling, we were really messing around most of the time.Unpredictable and incredible.Our experience is to place countless incredible inflection points, which are much denser than ordinary people.The specific content of the next second in the future can only be approached infinitely with computing power, but it is always unpredictable.Count down some of the key moments in our lives that require fooling around.If life has a well-written script, it should be boring to the point of collapse.

Even if the fat man said in advance that he would solve my problem or the problem of Poker Bottle, I still had no idea.I thought about it, and decided to ask Fatty sincerely: What do you think should be done?

The fat man replied in a beating voice: I don't know.

Nowadays, if you walk casually on the road, it is conservatively estimated that six or seven out of ten passers-by have psychological problems, but the type and degree vary from person to person.It is not as serious as the disease, even if it is not solved for a lifetime, you can still live to seventy or eighty.If the fat man insists on thinking that I have a lack of sense of security, it may be because the way we get along is different from ordinary people.

Poker-face speaks too little, and others cannot know what he is thinking.However, the special relationship between me and him requires a certain amount of communication and interaction, which seems to be contradictory.I think contradictions are contradictions. After seeing so many spectacle, it is not easy to meet someone who is willing to stay with you.

I don't know what the fat man thought of, and suddenly tapped the back of my hand on the left, meaning: You go and tell the little brother...

Then the fat man paused for a moment, probably brewing some information.I then touched the back of Poker Fase's hand with my right hand, acting as an intermediary messenger.

The fat man continued: You need to talk more later.

I just typed out "you" to Poker Bottle, and then stopped. I dare not say anything serious.Fatty thinks that a little more communication can improve the situation?Now what kind of late night love radio show is this?Fatty is really used to being a friend of women and girls, but he has come to harm me. You must pay attention to the right medicine for everything.

Let Poker Bottle talk a lot?This is almost equivalent to making the fat man silent, something that will not happen until the end of the earth.I thought to myself, Fatty, don't come up with random ideas, and at the same time knocked on Poker Bottle to signal the end, indicating that it's okay.

But Poker-Face felt that something was wrong, and knocked back at me, as if he was determined to ask for clarification.

I sighed softly, and was about to type "The fat man is talking nonsense to me" and tell him.However, when I was about to type the first word, I froze. No, it seems that there is no word "nonsense" or "joke" in our code system, and we have never invented this type of signal before.

I wanted to cry in my heart, but I must be asking for an explanation.He didn't know that the fat man and I were chatting with each other before. If I didn't say anything, it seemed that my attitude was wavering and I was hiding something from him, which would make people suspicious.

Liu Sang coughed lightly, and told us in a low voice like the chirping of flies: "They have gone far away."

Meaning we can talk now.If I told Poker Ping right now that the fat man was messing with me, it would seem like I was trying to cover it up.Forget it, just say something casually, then I will pick up an unimportant sentence.I turned my head and whispered to Poyou Fing: "I mean, after you go back, remember to pick the fruits behind the house."

It was originally a wild fruit tree. It was discovered by accident when fishing by Fatty Creek last year, and it was transplanted near our house.Because I didn't adapt well to the environment, I didn't produce anything in the first round. This year is the result of the second round, and I should be able to grow something.I mentioned this casually, it is a simple household topic.

Then the Poker Bottle tapped slowly on the back of my hand, as if afraid that I would miss the signal, and clearly conveyed a sentence word by word: later, together, go back to pick it.

I was taken aback, thinking that your script is wrong, I was just talking casually, the point is not whether they are together, there is no deep meaning.Does he think I'm still thinking about that midnight radio show about fat people?I thought there was some kind of temptation and expectation in my words, so I replied silently like that.

The tree behind the house is not strong, it grows slender, and the thickest trunk is no bigger than the mouth of a bowl.I thought to myself, if two people went up to pick it together, the branches and leaves might be broken... let's let the tree go.

Light travels more quickly and swiftly than sound, so we only talk and still don't use light.In the distance, the black blind man clicked his tongue vigorously, calling for our attention.The guy was exploring the surroundings like a thief in the middle of the night, and we only heard his voice coming from an unknown place, saying vaguely: "Come here."

The fat man lowered his voice and said, "We can't see where you are. How did you get there? How far have you traveled?"

The voice of the black blind man was not on the same level as ours, and seemed to be located deeper below, as if he had drilled a hole.He said, "Smell it."

smell it?We sniffed it, and it was mainly a strong musty smell in the damp and cool underground.There was no strange stench, not even the sweat of a blind man.Liu Sang muttered: "Not even a fart."

Poker Bottle said, "It's those flowers."

The direction we pay attention to is some unpleasant smells. In fact, we smell wrong. We still need to have a nose that is good at discovering beauty.After being reminded by Boyoufeng, there is indeed a faint plant aroma in the air, which is those "little red flowers".

Maybe in the future, we can invent a "Sniffing Words". The smell of garlic is to go straight, the smell of soy sauce is to turn left, and the smell of black pepper is to go backward... It is suitable for a dark and silent environment, but it is too heavy to carry a big bag of seasoning.

Heixiazi placed the flowers of that plant in the direction of the path. The smell is incompatible in a dark environment and can be easily covered up.I could only bend down to catch the smell floating up from the ground. For a while, the scene seemed to be animals looking for food in the soil after snowfall.You can only keep moving to try out which direction has the strongest flavor.

I quickly gave up, I must admit my sense of smell is not very keen.The sense of direction in the dark is very confusing, and the spatial dimensions are blurred.After smelling so many complex smells here, for a moment, I even feel that there is no smell at all, they are all illusions.

The fat man smelled it and told us to go over. I laughed at him as a man who lived among thousands of flowers.We walked very cautiously. The ground was flat at first, and then it seemed to have ups and downs. We rubbed the ground with the soles of our feet, and it turned out to be slightly curved, like a bridge.

Everyone tugged at the hem of the previous person, and the team formed a line, slowly moving forward like an earthworm.After a while, I heard the blind man say, "Here, here, it's time to stop."

As soon as the voice fell, the light was turned on immediately, and the pupils were instantly burned with pain.I narrowed my eyes and looked around.Looking around, there are four walls, square and square, as regular as a study room.The outer skin of the wall has been completely peeled off, exposing the bricks inside.I don't know what kind of material the brick is made of, but it looks complete and there is no trace of corrosion.

I was about to step forward to study, when I heard the black blind man said that he wanted to show us something.The blind man waved his hand and said, "You face there, look up, I will open the window here later, don't turn on the flashlight."

While speaking, the blind man turned off the light, and we waited with bated breath.Something seemed to be pulled, and the blind man opened the so-called window. After a while, a yellow light spot suddenly lit up in the distance, and it was impossible to estimate how far it was from us at first glance.The thing was as tiny as a firefly, and it was moving rapidly, sliding down, and soon disappeared.

For us, this scene was silent, but Liu Sang could hear the other side, he said: "That sound sounds like a friction sound, it may be the sparks that were rubbed out."

"It's so wet, how can sparks be produced?" The fat man muttered, "Do you think this looks like a falling star?"

The blind man said: "According to the weather forecast yesterday... at this time, it should be raining outside."

Strange light spots appear continuously, fall and disappear, distributed very randomly, and the frequency is not fixed, it seems that it is indeed somewhat similar to a certain phenomenon in nature. "That's the falling raindrops?" I murmured, thinking about my earlier guess, could it mean the sound of rain outside?

Liu Sang's attention didn't seem to be on this, he took out his mobile phone to check the time, and looked around absent-mindedly.The fat man patted him heavily on the shoulder and greeted him, "You are a thief."

"Hush, Sasha's team has stopped." Liu Sang asked, "Is it about to thunder?"

I looked at Liu Sang and said, "How old are you, are you still afraid of thunder?"

"No." Liu Sang said: "During the previous few thunderstorms, you probably didn't run into them, so nothing happened. But this time, everyone is in the same place, I'm worried..."

We were in the same building as Sasha when there was a thunderstorm last time. I recalled that there was no danger and we escaped safely.What does it have to do with thunder?Liu Sang continued: "When Boss Xie was fighting with them before, every thunder would lose. We'd better not get too close to each other now, after the thunder is over..."

The fat man interjected, "We must lose every thunder? How can we lose?"

"I don't know how to say it, it's as if they have mastered our action plan and suppressed it to death." Liu Sang seemed to look back at us and said: "It seems that the thunder told them the news. "

I frowned, and suddenly felt a little uneasy in my heart. Can they get information through the thunder?What kind of trick is this?But the fat man smiled, "What's so strange about them listening to thunder, our little brother has great powers, maybe he can too."