If an ordinary person suddenly loses sight in a dark environment, his first normal reaction would be to think that there is a problem with the light source and it goes out. This is a very normal and selfish mentality: if there is a problem, first
Find the reason elsewhere.
However, Mustache's thinking was clear and rational. The light source he brought was very reliable and could not completely fail just because of a fall. Moreover, there was a short-term process for him to lose sight of things. First, his vision was blurred, and then he could not see anything at all.
Although he refused to admit it, he had to tell himself that he was blind. Although he did not actually touch the three corpse mushrooms below, the highly poisonous three corpse mushrooms hurt his eyes.
This is a reality that is difficult to accept. What does it mean to be blind? For ordinary people, blindness may mean that their lives will be miserable and hopeless, but for the current mustache, blindness means death.
The mustache was almost forced into the soil with his hands and moved up little by little. He was not an iron man, his heart was also fleshy, and he had his own emotions and desires. A man who had lived for more than thirty years suddenly lost his sight.
Indirect mental breakdown may occur. Blindness creates tremendous psychological pressure, which even exceeds the threat of death.
He moved upwards with difficulty for a while and suddenly stopped. At this moment, he suddenly wanted to laugh and cry happily. He thought of his conjecture not long ago: if he died in the dark
Underground, in this world, will anyone shed tears for him?
But he quickly recovered his emotions. A responsible person would never give up easily. He accelerated his speed and slowly climbed up from below. When he reached the upper edge of the small hole,
Mustache lightly tested it, and found that the soil along the edge of the hole was still a little loose, and a large piece fell off whenever he moved. It took him several attempts before he found a suitable position, turned over and jumped up.
He immediately took out a spare light source from his bag, because in desperate situations, people always maintain a trace of unrealistic fantasy in their hearts. This fantasy comes from a strong desire to survive. He hoped that the blindness was an illusion and was caused by an accidental light source.
Illusion. But Mustache immediately gave up completely. He turned on the backup light source, but could not see anything.
My eyes hurt. The pain was indescribable. It seemed like there was a strong corrosive substance eroding my eyes, like a steel file going back and forth on the skin. The blindness was caused by the poison of the three corpse mushrooms.
Knowing the antidote to this poison, he brought some medicine with him, but they were all used to deal with corpse poison and snake and insect bites.
He couldn't stay any longer. Blindness disrupted all his plans. He had to go back immediately and make next arrangements. Mustache's super hearing and memory played a decisive role at this moment, and he immediately followed the passage he came from.
Go back. The dead people at the bottom of the cave may be the people left here by Su Ri, which makes other people dare not move rashly for the time being, so the passage and the space where the dragon pattern tripod is hung are very quiet, but Xiaowu doesn't know this
How long could he keep quiet? He tried his best to reach the entrance as quickly as possible, and then got out.
The cold wind blew against his face, and Mustache calmed down. He determined the direction according to the location of the entrance, and then quietly bent down and walked through the highland barley. However, blindness brought great hidden dangers to Mustache. He had just rustled
After running twenty or thirty meters through the highland barley bushes, I heard a gunshot from behind.
Immediately afterwards, the footsteps were getting closer and closer from all around. They were probably the people left here by Su Ri. At first, they thought that Mustache was a member of the Germans, so after firing a warning shot, they wanted to wound him and capture him.
Live. Mustache is very passive. He has to do his best to avoid bullets that may be fired at any time, and he also has to work hard to identify the direction and escape as soon as possible.
The opponent had a numerical advantage and was pursuing them from several directions. In the previous fierce battle with the Germans, they had failed to capture anyone alive, so they would not give up the opportunity in front of them. The mustache could not see the road and could only barely distinguish it.
In one direction, his speed was greatly reduced. By the time he managed to reach the mountain road back to the village, Mustache was almost overtaken.
However, he had walked back and forth on this mountain road several times, and he remembered the terrain very clearly, which was somewhat of an advantage. He ran bumpily along the way, often listening to the movements of the pursuers behind him, and when he reached the halfway point of the mountain road
, a voice suddenly sounded behind him that made Mustache feel familiar.
"It's you!"
Mustache's heart sank. He could tell that it was the voice of the man named Song Kun. There was no way out at this moment. He and Song Kun had a deep grudge. If they fell into the hands of the other party, everything would be wrong.
Better to die.
The mustache gritted his teeth and ran on the mountain path at great risk. He was running entirely on memory and courage. If he was not careful, he might fall under the big slope next to the mountain road.
"Break his legs! Catch him alive!"
Song Kun's shouts came from behind again. This mountain road was a single road, and the pursuers could not outflank him in several directions. But at the same time, Mustache also lost the space to dodge. Gunshots came one after another, all aimed at his legs.
, shooting while running cannot be so accurate, but when Mustache was about to reach the end of this lonely road, a bullet penetrated his trouser leg and flew past his flesh.
The injury was not serious, just a flesh wound, but it once again affected Mustache's speed. The blood soon stained his trousers, but Mustache couldn't stop. It wasn't very far from the village. He had to rush over with all his strength. Song
It is impossible for people like Kun to be completely unscrupulous. Now, unlike before liberation, gangsters were so courageous. In a relatively sensitive place like Tibetan areas, everyone has taboos.
"Aren't you good at fighting? Stop and play with us." Song Kun smiled from behind. He had a deep grudge with Mustache, and he was a vengeful person. He could tell that Mustache was a little abnormal.
, running very unsteadily, and knowing that Mustache was not good at using guns, he became more and more courageous, like a pack of wolves locking their prey, and chased after them leisurely.
After passing the lonely road in the mountains, the surroundings became a little more open, and the difficulty of pursuit and escape increased accordingly. It was late at night, and the outline of the village was vaguely visible under the moonlight, but Mustache could not see anything.
He just judged that the village was not too far based on the route in his memory, so he endured the severe pain in his eyes and the injuries on his legs and ran quickly.
There were two families in the village who raised impure mastiffs, which were usually kept outside. The running footsteps of Mustache caused the mastiffs to bark wildly. Regardless of them, he rushed into the village. When he got here, Song
Kun and the others were a little hesitant, but still did not give up and slowly chased them all the way.
The whole village was dark, with only the light on in the small house where Jia Luorong lived. When Mustache ran into the village, he couldn't tell the difference. When he approached the small house, Jia Luorong, who had been waiting quietly,
Luo Rong ran out immediately. Under the moonlight, she was shocked. She saw that Mustache's body was covered in blood and he stumbled towards this side.
But when she hurriedly held her mustache, she immediately saw a group of people slowly catching up from behind. Jialuorong didn't know who they were, but she could feel the hostility emanating from them.
"Hey?" Song Kun felt that he had forced Mustache into a blind corner in the yard. He walked up slowly and glanced at Jialuorong: "Changing girls again?"
A group of people looked at Jia Luorong up and down. Jia Luorong felt unspeakable fear and panic towards these people. She dragged her mustache and backed away. Song Kun raised a gun and pointed it at them from a distance.
Said: "You can run away? Our accounts should be settled, right? Kneel down first!"
Mustache couldn't see anything at all. He turned his face sideways and tried to catch all the sounds with his ears. He felt the breath of killing and immediately pulled Jialuorong behind him.
"This little girl is very beautiful, don't make it difficult for her."
Someone was making fun in a low voice, and both Mustache and Jialuorong were pointed at guns. Those people thought that they had no chance or room to resist, so a man came over and wanted to pull Jialuorong away first.
But no one in this world dared to get so close to Mustache before he expired. Mustache's eyes were no longer visible, but the cutting edge of the alloy tube was still sharp.
Uh-huh...
A ray of cold light flashed through the moonlight like lightning, so fast that one's eyes could not keep up with the speed of the light. Four fingers, carrying a string of blood, flew into the air as a blade popped out of the alloy tube.
.The speed was so fast that the person whose fingers were cut off did not feel any pain for the time being. Before the flying severed fingers fell to the ground, Mustache had already grabbed the person with the severed fingers in front of him and strangled his throat.
, block him in front of you.
No one expected that things would change so quickly. It wasn't until Mustache had firmly controlled this man that he just felt the severe pain in his severed finger. He couldn't help but want to scream, but his throat was blocked.
The mustache was pinched so tightly that he couldn't even scream, his throat was rattling, and his hands were trying desperately to pry the mustache's hand away.
Mustache's face was always turned slightly sideways, otherwise he would not be able to accurately distinguish all the sounds mixed in the night wind. This subtle movement was noticed by Song Kun.
"You're blind!" Song Kun sneered sinisterly: "No one can save you, you will die miserably!"
"You can try." Mustache tilted his face, not panicking, and his tone was still as calm as deep water. He added a little more force, pinching the person in his hand until he almost fainted: "Whoever moves, he will die!