"Walker!" William stepped forward eagerly, wanting to bring his returning companions back to the team and leave this dangerous place as soon as possible.
The flames moved with his movements, the halo swayed, and the shadows receded like water, leaving a new cave, made up of countless small sections that looked like they were being knocked open by a giant hammer, and a uniform, round shape was forcibly taken out between the edges and corners.
Tunnel space.
It is no different from the caves I have seen before. It is extremely familiar, and it is precisely because of this that it makes people feel horrified from the bottom of their hearts. Like countless repeated details that seem to have been mentioned unintentionally in a story that has been laid out for a long time, it is revealed at the end.
When the truth was revealed, they all burst into laughter and applauded the culprit who created them.
Is that thing disguising its trajectory as a cave, or are these unnatural caves shaped by wind sand, running water and other geological factors?
If this is the case, they are walking in the footsteps of giants, treating them as tiny reptiles in a blessed land from heaven, unaware of what may be passing by at any time.
[There is never a "safe" mine]
The witness cannot escape this obvious fact. He is standing in such a "footprint". That thing may turn back at any time and bury them forever underground in a foreign land. Then the mine will be destroyed like the old mine.
Sealed, leaving behind an unknown so-called "accidental collapse" rumor.
The fear of an uncontestable existence made him slow down his steps, but he found that he had gone further than he thought.
Behind the underground crossroads, they were covered by the darkness that closed behind them. They had walked at least thirty steps, going straight into the passage where the aftermath of fear and the ringing in their ears still lingered.
Even with William's rough nerves, he noticed something strange, but it seemed that some sluggish thinking kept his thoughts at a certain moment. The flying insects sealed in resinous amber, the bubbles solidified in the ice, each one was motionless and lifelike.
The thoughts are driving my feet forward, towards my companions who are still far away.
The same was true for the sailors who were following him. No one thought there was anything wrong with them not catching up with Walker yet, even though his face was like a carrot hanging on a donkey's face. It seemed to be so close, but it always remained at the edge of the aperture, as if it were...
The floating objects on the shadow surface stick to the surface of the black water, and the light advances and then retreats.
As if aware of William's hesitation, the cheeks on both sides were pulled apart a little again, and the corners of the mouth on the wider and flatter face were slightly raised, intensifying the smile-like expression.
The image of being involved is even less comfortable than William's impression of a colleague with a scarred face. That colleague was just stabbed in front of his face, and he could still see the vivid expression beneath the ferocious face. And this intact face is considered far-fetched at best, and the complete appearance
His back was completely stiff, as if it had been frozen solid by the cold current, and his tendons were congealed into lumps.
Behind the gap in the grinning mouth are not the yellow and white unhealthy teeth of sailors, but the depth is limited. It is more like an illuminating black light-absorbing plane than a throat.
The steps of the three people were not close to each other. A sailor passed him from the right side while marching. He gradually approached the front edge of the torch lighting range and reached into the darkness to hold Walker's hand. He received no response and touched it.
When the space was empty, he took a few steps forward as a matter of course, and happened to walk completely into the wide floating shadow.
The shoulders passed under the wide face and did not reach the physical body, as if walking into another world silently.
The sound of crab legs tapping on stones rises and falls, and my thoughts are condensed. It is difficult to find a simple logic, but it is not possible.
William was tired. When he was younger, he was also a figure who could show off his muscles on the deck, although he rarely had the opportunity to show it to the opposite sex. But that morning, as his father, the old captain, handed over the steering wheel and left, he always liked to drink and brag.
Mr. Captain's physical strength is far less than before. Even if he has not fallen to the point where he cannot lift a knife, it is really difficult for him compared with the sailors.
Once you lose your self-discipline, no matter how good your foundation was before, your body will swell up. For the sake of dignity, the belt tightens the belly, but the fat does not mean it does not exist just because it cannot be seen. It actually slows down the speed.
The other sailor gradually overtook him, and after walking a few steps farther than the church door to the icon, he completely left the flame of the torch.
The only light source in the cave is dim, the entangled flammable material is gradually peeling off, and the trembling will be extinguished.
The aperture shrunk, and Walker's face did not disappear from the field of view, always staying on the edge of the light that was getting closer and closer. The flickering fire shrank until the tip of his toes touched the dark area when he took a slightly longer step. The long and tiring journey finally pulled him into the distance.
From such a distance, one can clearly see half-closed eyelids.
The crab's legs knocked on the stone, and his almost stagnant thinking took a side path and changed to a more direct description.
【Carapace】
A solid material like carapace is in contact with the stone wall, but how could Walker have a carapace? That would be too big, right?
Ridiculous thoughts passed by, and the thoughts seemed to be thawing and no longer imprisoned.
The idea of moving forward to welcome Walker back shrank like a flame to only a little bit, and dark thoughts occupied his mind: Why did he come here, and how far did he go?
He was shocked to realize that he had gone too far, so far away that the unchanging cave felt strange. It was like waking up in the captain's cabin of another sailboat of the same shape. The furnishings were the same. The strangeness still pinched his heart for a moment.
The sourness spreads together with the trembling heartbeat, the skin is touched by the astringent taste, and the tip of the tongue tastes trembling, discomfort, alienation, and the discomfort of leaving the comfort zone.
He held the torch and vomited. This action caused the lingering burning flame to fall to the ground and was about to be extinguished. In the flickering light, a red bearded face faced a pale, broad face.
No, it cannot be called staring. There is no eyeball placed behind the flat eyelids, and there is no tongue behind the parted lips.
Another face came closer, and then a third emerged from the surrounding darkness that threatened to drown the remaining light.
William recognized them. The owner of these two faces had just passed by him and there was no mistaking them. His sailor's face had become broad and flat, lacking three-dimensionality.
Once I crumpled the parchment journal after drinking, and then spread it out to dry again, and this is what it looked like.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "What the hell thing..." His mouth, which has been influenced by marine culture, formed words and curses faster than his brain. It was hard to tell whether they were swear words or declarative sentences.
Death, or perhaps a more terrible fate, is approaching, and the overwhelming fear is not as strong as imagined.
The different colors of the rock wall up and down, the worship of long-bodied objects, and the prominently depicted faces are coherent and logically connected.
Perhaps he was mentally prepared, but even he was surprised - the moment he reached for the handle of the knife, Xianxin realized that he was witnessing a shocking and terrifying story.
Sea of ice, Teme River, Wendeng Port, Solace Port, clear and yellow rivers, stone roads, dusty dirt roads...
I can’t remember who said that the things you care about most will only be thought of when you are involved in a storm.
And William felt regretful that the most real scene in his life, the most capable of arousing primitive and strong emotions, should be buried here with him in obscurity, and he couldn't even find the most tasteless drunkard in the pub as an audience.
The blade struck weakly at the three unmoved surfaces. Yes, he was no longer young, his physical condition was not what it was before, and he had unknowingly consumed too much energy.
The light of the fire, the metal hitting the face, the clang of gold and stone, the sharp blade cutting through a thin layer of skin and bouncing off the weird and extremely hard material.
"Heavenly Father, for the sake of my donation..."
The hard knocks that followed came together with the bright flames, carving into the face before it could retreat with the darkness.
The third person who passed by him today, but this one brought his own torch.
"Who?!" The incident happened suddenly, and he didn't know whether the one sent by Heavenly Father was an angel or an audience. William asked reflexively.