Roger raised his voice and asked, "Can I put in a force?"

Ora is still silent.

The voice in Roger's mind was impatient: You care about it, why bother her, she might be asleep.

Roger felt that the mud swallowed him a little more, and he was unsure of his mind.

A whisper brought in the wind, which was lighter than before, as if it was the kind of breath that didn't even move his lips. Roger barely heard it with his little ear.

"Don't move."

The voice in Roger's mind was inflamed: This girl is talking in her sleep, but she doesn't want to pull hard, you are sinking, you are sinking!

Roger was a little unbearable, and he wanted to ask Aura what it means to drag like this.

He tried hard to raise his head with the strength of his neck. Just as he was about to speak, he saw a triangular head spitting out a letter and slowly swiming onto Ora.

A viper.

Roger understood, he remained silent, waiting for the viper on Ora to wander.

He felt his neck sore and his arms muscles began to ache.

He lowered his head, which made his neck feel a little better, and the soreness moved down to his shoulders.

He really wanted to move his arms, and he kept stiffening, and those muscles were quickly tired.

His whole body is not tired, he can feel much more comfortable as long as he moves a little.

But the mud under him told him with practical actions:

You are still in my mouth.

So Roger didn't dare to relax for a moment.

He lowered his head as if a century had passed, and he felt that the snake should have left.

But when he raised his head with great difficulty, he found that it didn't move much at all.

The time flow rate on both sides of the stick seems to have a big deviation.

Sweat radiated from his forehead and flowed down into his eyes, causing a stinging pain.

Apart from lowering his head, he could only squeeze his eyes hard, but this did not make him feel much better.

The stinging caused his tears, and he could not squeeze it clean.

He looked at the mud in front of his nose and endured its stench.

He told himself to relax, not be nervous, relax.

But his muscles didn't listen to him, and the muscles on his arms began to tremble, and the muscles on his shoulders twitched and moved. Then the back was added, and the abdominal muscles also followed. His hips and legs were tightly stretched, and even his toes were hooked up.

The mud felt it and hugged him with bubbles.

Roger knew that if this continues, his muscles would cramp.

He tried to distract himself, he thought, he thought, but he couldn't think of anything.

I usually run away from the spirit in the blink of an eye, but now I am so focused.

The mud in front of his nose was still reminding him over and over again.

He simply closed his eyes.

But the smell penetrated into the nose and rushed into the brain, grabbing his brain nerves and told him: We will be the same soon.

Roger could no longer bear it, he struggled to get his head, and this action made him fall a little further.

He looked at Ora, but he still looked like a corpse.

He could only hold the stick's hands tightly and tell Roger that she didn't give up.

This gave Roger a little comfort.

He looked at the snake, leisurely in Aola's chest, holding his head up and spitting out a letter, as if he was not going to leave.

Roger knew that Ora's body temperature attracted it, and it might stay until the sun rises and bake it so hot that it will leave.

A voice in Roger's mind reminded him with a cold sarcasm: It's about 8 in the morning now, and after you completely sink into the mud for a few hours, it should leave.

Roger was very angry. He thought, what's the point of such self-deprecation?

But he suddenly realized that he had a way to distract himself.

After a while, his muscles seemed to have breathed and relaxed a lot.

But now, as his attention returned, they began to tighten slowly again.

Roger decided to repeat the method he had just done. He closed his eyes and called Roger Kogoro.

But he didn't know him.

The Roger was wearing a three-piece suit in a pure black suit and a gray felt hat with a dent in the middle.

The gray felt hat seemed very polite, and his speech was neither fast nor slow.

Grey Felt Hat says: People who see the essence in one second and people who spend half their lives can't see the essence of one thing clearly have different fates. (Note: The words of Grey Felt Hat are quoted from the movie "The Godfather", the same below)

Roger agreed, he knew very well that he could not wait for the moment when the snake left.

He thought there was no other possibility except for slowly sinking.

The gray felt hat slowly shook a index finger, and the face without expression came up: Don't say it's impossible, there's nothing impossible.

Roger was very confused. He couldn't think of anything else to do in this situation.

The grey felt hat attached to his ear and whispered: Get closer to your friend.

Roger understood the meaning of the gray felt hat. He thought that if I pulled it hard like I had just now, I could really get out of trouble, but I would definitely pull Ola and then alarm the snake. That way...

The gray felt hat covered his mouth: Don't let others know what you think.

Roger's heart began to shake, life or death? He had no choice if he lived, Ola died, and Ola died.

The gray felt hat sniffed a rose and said carelessly: Life is so beautiful.

Roger fell into repeated torture.

At the same time, I thought: Do you want me to become a pile of rotten mud here?

The other side thinks: Do you want Ola to die?

Thinking about this: Do I have no right to survive?

That side thought: Even if you step on your friend’s body?

This side: I have a prominent family background, she is just the daughter of a bandit.

That side: People are born equal, not to mention that Aola has not given up on you. In terms of the soul, what qualifications do you have to say that you are nobler than the other party?

Roger looked at the grey felt hat blankly.

The grey felt hat spreads out his hands: We are all hypocritical people.

Roger opened his eyes and saw that Ora and the snake were still the same, as if time had stopped on the other side of the stick.

His muscles relaxed and sinking slowly, but he knew the mud would not give up.

He can't see the sun from his angle unless he is willing to pay the price.

He didn't know how much time had passed, maybe a few hours, or just a few minutes.

His muscles began to contract again, and every cell in his body was eager to survive.

Roger closed his eyes, and the grey felt hat urged him to act, but he couldn't make up his mind.

Roger asked himself: Are you guilty?

He lit a cigarette in the grey felt hat, and he asked a seemingly unrelated question: Do you often stay with your family?

Roger felt very guilty when he thought of his mother Adelaide. He thought that if she knew she was dead, she would definitely be very sad.

In an instant, Roger wanted to open his eyes and act immediately.

Ora is still pulling the stick.

Roger knew she had a chance to let go of the stick and leave, but she didn't.

Roger knew that Ora had made a choice. She would rather put herself in danger than let him die.

Roger thought: Am I too selfish? Can I really do this?

The empty eyes of the grey felt hat looked at Roger through the smoke: If history educates us anything, if life teaches us anything, it is that we can kill anyone.

Roger was angry, or he was so angry that he shouted in his heart to the grey felt hat: This is unfair, this is unfair to Ora! I am wrong to do this!

The gray felt hat slammed the cigarette out: I don’t care whether your actions are right or wrong. I just want you to know that a person has only one destiny.

Roger retreated, he thought that such a result would be too unfortunate for Ora. If she saw the friend she was struggling to save, she would be sad.

The gray felt hat shrugged: Life is full of misfortunes.

Roger thought: I will feel guilty for the rest of my life.
To be continued...