【Bottle Evil】Naughty

After blowing up the fighting corpse, we rested quietly, with a tacit understanding that no one spoke.I took out some dry food to replenish my strength, and the air was immediately filled with the smell of dried meat.Boyouping checked and filled the ammunition by my side. In fact, the earth fire gun was not easy to use, but it was better than bare hands.Xiao Hua was also a little tired. While drinking water, she chatted casually with Fatty about the recent changes in Beijing, and the Beijing movies gradually became popular.

After changing the ammunition alone, the hands will inevitably smell of gunpowder and gun oil.I saw that Poker's hands were covered with residue, so I dug out the kettle and poured some water for him.Poker Bottle was holding water in his palm and was scrubbing, when the fat man suddenly said, "What are you eating? It smells delicious."

I put down the kettle, threw a pack of compressed biscuits over there, and said after catching it, "It's not this, it's a smell of meat."

Poker Bottle had almost finished washing his hands, I looked at him, fed the little leftover into Poker Bottle's mouth, and told the fat man that you smelled it wrong.Poker-Face showed some face, chewed and swallowed it as if nothing happened.

Fatty and Xiaohua said in unison, "Think we're blind."

After that, we all ate dry food and rectified in the middle.Xiaohua said leisurely: "If Ting Lei is really so magical, after you get down here, to be honest, is there any confusion you want to solve urgently?"

The fat man hurriedly replied: "If it can be solved easily, then it is not called life. The so-called confusion is something that cannot be solved. It is impossible for people to be free from worries. People are reborn. When you were young, you wrote papers and copied the reference answers for a long time. After you finished copying, you still didn’t understand? If the thunder is a kind of hypnosis, you should only remind you for ten minutes when thunder strikes, at most three or four 10 minutes. It’s gone too, it’s shorter than the time I spent copying answers when I was young.”

"When you were young, you still had to copy the answers for half an hour?" I thought about it, and said to myself, the thunder itself seemed to be our confusion. "When the thunder struck just now," I thought about it, chose to skip the middle process, and picked the main point and said, "It seems that I had a very short 'dream' under the influence of listening to the thunder."

Then I talked about the string of copper coins, which was thrown into the air and fell down from nowhere in my dream.Just about to discuss further, that may indicate the real function of the string of copper coins, he was interrupted by the fat man, and said: "Are you dreaming when the thunder is thundering again? No, my brother is fine this time. On the contrary, something happened to you, and you What are you doing?"

The fat man looked suspicious, his eyes looked at me and then at Poker Bottle.I was afraid that the fat man would come up with that "contact" theory again, and I couldn't tell them what happened verbatim, so I pretended to ignore the problem and hurriedly said: "So, the thunder did have a little influence, and it modified the thinking in a directional way." Consciousness. Just don't know what exactly that portends, it's not clear yet."

"This statement is not very accurate." Xiaohua said: "It's not 'changing' your thinking consciousness, but 'increasing' it. Let's call it a dream. You just have an extra dream. As for your original thinking, it still remains. Stay where you are."

Won't it damage the original foundation?I was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly felt that it made some sense.

I couldn't help but look at Poker Bottle, and he also looked at me quietly.Xiaohua has been lurking in Sasha's camp for a while, and her thinking angle on Tinglei is very likely to be different from ours.I asked Xiaohua: "If a person subconsciously said a very important thing he said before while listening to Lei, but he himself has already lost that memory..."

Xiaohua frowned when she heard this, but she didn't ask who this person was. "There are many types of amnesia. Maybe it's not really a complete loss of memory, but it's just stored in the subconscious. I don't know why, but it was stimulated by the thunder."

Fatty strikes while the iron is hot, "What if, what if the memory loss is caused by the thunder?"

"I haven't seen anyone with amnesia in their team." Xiao Hua glanced at us, "It must be a major accident. I don't know what happened to Lei Li."

I guess Xiaohua can guess who the protagonist is from our few words, but she doesn't point it out.

Poker bottle got up and went to the copper wall, as if he had found something.After the thunder, the copper wall began to return to its original shape, and there was a constant clicking sound, just like the operation of an assembly line in a huge factory. The metal pipes slowly separated and returned to their positions, stretched from bottom to top, filling the space.There are bursts of mechanical transmission, and the direction is spread from the soles of the feet to the top of the head, and the upper and lower ends are endless darkness that cannot be seen.Occasionally, it feels that such a scale does not seem like a work by human hands.The more scenery I see along the way, the more I feel that I am just as small as a dust as an individual.

What would that string of copper coins imply?It was taken from Aning, and it is considered to be something from the Queen Mother of the West. Is there any connection?Back in Snake Marsh, we were only focused on chasing Uncle San and Wen Jin, and didn't have time to think about other things.Now I can't help thinking that those two people have both been to Leicheng and West Queen Mother Country. What happened in these two places?

Did Uncle San and Wen Jin know Ting Lei's secret at that time?I wondered, had they tried to find some answers from the thunder, like Boss Jiao's religion preached?At that time, did Third Uncle know about his future with Chen Wenjin?Did the thunder here tell him that his dream of love with Chen Wenjin was ultimately a regret?

Did Lei Sheng guide the third uncle how to solve the corpse of the archaeological team?Or tell him that he doesn't actually have the freedom to pursue feelings.What you get in exchange for your best efforts may also be a bubble. After dawn, when a ray of light shines, the bubble bursts instantly.Wen Jin chose to stay in Snake Marsh. Although my third uncle spent many years finding her, there was already a gap between the two of them. The fate and responsibility on their shoulders pulled them apart and they came to the end.

There are so many loves in the world, many of them are similar: I love you, I hope you are safe and successful, I hope you are safe and happy.On this basis, if you and I are lucky enough, love for a lifetime.If the external force is irresistible, then it will stop here, and I can no longer love, but I am still the person in the world who wants you to live a good life.

Can Ting Leilian answer this kind of question?It doesn't seem to work.Think about it carefully, the concept of religion has packaged Leicheng in a mysterious way, so what is the essence?The fat man said it was like hypnosis, but he didn't understand the complexity of hypnosis.I remembered what I did with Poker Ping when I was listening to Lei just now, and I couldn't help licking my lips subconsciously. Could this incident itself be a clue?

My third uncle and I are still not the same. I may not be as violent as him, but my brain is more "shaft" and stubborn.I looked at the figure not far away from Poker Ping, and I suddenly knew each other for so many years. Regardless of whether there is fate on my shoulders, whether my luck is good or bad, I love you, deep down in my heart, I want to get the whole second half of my life weight.

I hope you are safe and well with me, and I hope you are well and happy with me.

Behind the copper pipe area, outside the entire Thunder City, Poker Bottle found a sloping slideway.

I preliminarily speculated that it should have been built for transporting building materials at the beginning of construction.After all, the project is huge, and consumables are a big problem.In the past, some places used rivers to transport goods, went down the current, dug a bend in the middle, and then threw the objects to the shore through the centrifugal force of the water.The slide in Leicheng is long and long, about one meter wide, and I don't know if there is any resistance point in the middle.

On the other side of the slideway are countless dark caves, which are the lairs of those fighting corpses.Our movement needs to be quieter, as long as there is no loud noise of guns, they probably won't be lured out.The fat man put a pack of compressed biscuits on the slide, and with a slight push of his finger, it slid down. Gradually, the flashlight couldn't show the distant trajectory.

The bag of biscuits disappeared at the end of the field of vision, obviously no sound of bottoming could be heard.We looked at each other, and I pushed the fat man, "The dry food I gave you, how dare you waste it like this?"

The fat man pointed his flashlight up and down, and said, "Didn't you play on a slide when you were young? It's not elegant at most, but the speed is very fast."

Four grown men entered the chute with their gear and it immediately became crowded.The large stone grooves have been ground very smooth, and the friction force can be felt to be very small.We adjusted our posture, sat with our knees hugged, and pressed the side wall of the slide with one hand.This is like a spiral belt, winding down around Leicheng.

At first he was very restrained, but then the fat man let go, opened his arms, and danced against the wind, singing about a man like the wind.Sliding and sliding, he kicked his legs and got farther and farther away from us. He was obviously the heaviest person, but he ran the fastest.

The other three of us kept descending at a steady speed, and Poker Bottle was still holding my arm, moving in sync as we got closer.I suddenly felt like sushi in a conveyor belt, sliding and drifting on the conveyor belt.

The slideway was made of stone and wood, and the wood looked oiled and sealed with wax.It should be a rare and solid variety. I couldn't help but reach out and touch it, and suddenly I was reminded of my old business. If there are so many good woods, if they are processed into round carvings, they can make a lot of money in Wushanju. Don't know what's popular in the market recently?

I had some random daydreaming thoughts, time seemed to stop, there was no end, this slide was horribly long.At a rough estimate, it has slipped very, very deep.Suddenly, Xiaohua made a stop sign in front, and we immediately braked.

I saw the fat man stuck in front, and he raised his index finger to silence us.Xiaohua raised her wrist to look at her watch, and was about to check the altitude, but her expression suddenly became serious, and then she mouthed to us, "The watch is broken".

Poker Bottle lifted me up and pointed to the side.He gently pressed down the back of my neck, and gestured with his fingers to make my face face there.Through various staggered building structures, there is a very narrow slit inside the slideway. When you look in, you can see a field full of lighting facilities and equipment, like a camp.

A very weak breath came, and someone said to us: "The 20 floors below are all their bases."

I turned my head and saw that the fat man's body almost blocked the black blind man.The blind man squatted there, quietly eating compressed biscuits.