Looking at the sudden broken pen, the little beard instantly understood their situation, and there was no time. The rescue team outside the mountain could not catch up.
The distance between the two of them is the most difficult distance in this world, and it is a tenth of survival and death.
"Write it, if you want to write down." Brother Ball took another pen and handed it to the beard, and he bent down and took off his boots.
, But there is also a short barrel, the ball brother removed it, and then rubbed the note he wrote into the barrel: "The barrel is seamless steel pipe.
Things can resist the twist of the force field. It may be only the barrel. Write it. I have finished writing. I hope that my wife and daughter can see what I stay. "
Little beard looked at Brother Ball. In this case, what people showed the most sincere emotions in their hearts, and there would be no camouflage. He suddenly felt that the ball brother was still worthy of interaction.
If a person misses his wife and children before dying, it means that he has a good book that he will not fade.
The little beard squeezed the pen, but he couldn't write a word. He didn't know what he should write or who should write it. He really wanted to give Jialuo velvet, and left some words for Wei Tian and tribute.
But even if these words can be saved from the field, they will not fall into the other side. When I think of it, there is no writing. He does not want to let anyone see his voice.
It is said that no one can see the most vulnerable side of the wolf, because they always lick their wounds in the corner where no one can see.
I sighed, and then lost the paper pen and paper in my hand. The Ball brother glanced at him in surprise, but soon laughed: "You still want to open it."
"I, do you really want to open it?" The beard also smiled, I don't know why, at the moment when they are about to die, they have left some things that can't be thrown away.
Death is a kind of experience, which can make people understand a lot. The moment before death, it is better than the point of the gods. But this kind of experience has no chance to turn back. Once it starts, it is the end.
"Drink a little, don't have a chance to drink anymore." Brother Ball sat down, took out the liquor from the backpack, opened the bottle cap and smelled it: "I am good, but there is no chance to drink in the past.
Now, let ’s comfort yourself, and give yourself an explanation, brother, I know, you do n’t need my enlightenment, but I tell you that people live in this world and live well. If
If you are going to die, you die with peace of mind. Before dying, we were the most sad sighing sorrow, we were all tired for half a lifetime. Now, it is an opportunity to relax. "
The spicy liquor is like a knife. From the throat, the little beard feels that his chest has a bunch of fires.
They smoked cigarettes, drank wine, and the ball hummed the song, which was a nursery rhyme when coaxing her daughter to sleep.
No matter what, the two of them were unable to change the predicament at hand. The two bottles of liquor that Brother Qiu secretly brought were drunk. This was a short process, but the fatal force field had spread a lot in the process.
They could no longer sit and could only stand up and cling to the cave wall.
Bang......
The two empty bottles under their feet were drawn into the invisible force field, and the glass shattered. At this time, as long as they took a half step forward, a very small half step, they would be shattered into pieces.
The breath of death could not be any closer. Mustache felt a strong pressure squeezing himself, his chest felt tight, and smooth breathing became a luxury. He didn't know what Brother Qiu was thinking at this moment, but he
I felt that the darkness in front of my eyes suddenly lit up.
He saw many people walking past him one by one. Everyone had no expression and looked at him blankly. These were all dead people, and they seemed to be leading Mustache from this world to another.
"Xiang Tengxiao, you are going to die." Mustache closed his eyes and said something to himself.
Except for the air, the powerful force field strangled everything to pieces. Mustache and Brother Qiu felt like they were suffocating. The edge of the force field was almost close to the tips of their noses. A slight movement, or even a forced deep breath, could
It can make death come earlier.
"I can't send you off. You should go on your own. I never believe that there will be heaven and hell after death, but I still hope to continue walking with you in a while..." Brother Qiu said like a mosquito.
He couldn't laugh anymore.
The scrolling of the force field seemed to drain away the thin oxygen in the last remaining space, and a sense of suffocation surrounded the mustache. What kind of feeling does that feel like? If you can't even breathe, it's better to die sooner.
The lack of oxygen made Mustache's consciousness begin to blur. He seemed to have sunk into a deep sea, and his body was about to be squeezed and burst. His vision blurred along with his consciousness. Although he was very strong and persevering, he was still in the deep sea.
How long can he persist in this situation?
It may only be a few seconds.
The feeling of death finally invaded his bone marrow, and Mustache's consciousness faded. In the last moment of clarity, he seemed to see a blood-red light exploding in front of his eyes.
...
In a large open space outside the force field, two temporary tents were set up. Some people were sleeping and others were using fuel to boil water outside. This was the only little bit of life on the vast land. It should be said that their luck was quite good.
During this season, it may be rare to see such calmness in the depths of the Snowy Mountains once in a hundred years.
Mustache finally woke up. When he woke up, the first thing he saw was Jinpu Ngawang's tense face. The coma caused Mustache's thinking to short-circuit for an instant. At this moment, he was a little confused.
Don't know where I am, don't know where I am.
But he recognized Jinpu Ngawang, and quickly saw the vague impression before coma from his remaining memory. Behind the blood-red light was Gongjue who rushed in like crazy.
Mustache sat up. Apart from feeling a little dizzy, he was still in good physical condition. Jinpu Ngawang's brows that had been frowning finally relaxed.
"Where is Gong Jue?" Mustache was a little nervous. He didn't see Gong Jue's figure.
"He's fine, in the other tent, talking to the fat guy."
The lives of Mustache and Brother Qiu were saved by Gong Jue and others who tried their best. During the budgeted time, the members of the rescue team only had three hours of sleep a day, but in order to save people, Gong Jue insisted on sleeping every day.
They only closed their eyes for a moment before continuing on their way. They bought a few hours, but it was these short few hours that changed the final outcome of Mustache and Brother Qiu.
Jinpu Awang briefly told Xiaohu about the rescue process. He didn't understand the equipment, but there was no doubt about one thing. Gongjue was definitely a pure-blooded person like Wei Tian who was rarer than giant pandas.
His blood can open the genetic lock of the force field.
"What are they talking about?"
"I don't know, that fat man woke up two hours earlier than you. He first asked Gongjue some questions, and then they started chatting together." Jinpu Ngawang said: "Gongjue seems to have a crush on that fat man.
Good impression.”
Mustache had a vague feeling in his heart that something was going to happen, but he couldn't tell what was going to happen. He and Jinpu Ngawang walked out of the tent together. When they walked out, Gongjue happened to be walking this way.
After days and nights of hard work, Gong Jue, who was already lean, seemed to have lost weight again. His eyes were bloodshot and he looked a little depressed.
But when Gong Jue looked at the awakened Mustache, he smiled from the bottom of his heart. Mustache never said thank you to anyone. He felt that fate was very magical. Whether it was Gong Jue or Wei Tian, Mustache
They are much stronger than them, but every time when it comes to life and death, it is these two people who are not as good as him who save him.
"Have a good sleep." Mustache couldn't say any words of gratitude, so he pointed to the tent and asked Gongjue to rest.
"I'm very tired. I need to take a nap, but before I go to sleep, I want to tell you something." Gongjue lowered his head and thought for a while, and said, "You know, I don't have many relatives anymore, and I really want to go out with you.
Finish what you have to do, and then go meet the person who is like me. But there will be opportunities in the future. Now, I want to follow Brother Qiu."
"What?" Mustache's eyes immediately burst into a cold light, and his previous good impression of Brother Qiu suddenly faded a lot. He didn't know what Brother Qiu said to Gong Jue. Gong Jue was cautious and his skills were pretty good, but
The environment in which he lives has destined that his heart cannot resist complicated people and things. In terms of dealing with things, he is even inferior to Wei Tian.
What does Mustache hope most? He hopes that Jialuorong can live longer, and that Weitian and Gongjue can live more safely. This is his reverse scale, and no one can touch it, otherwise, Mustache will
Fall out.
"Don't be anxious." Gong Jue noticed the cold light in Mustache's eyes and quickly explained that it was entirely of his own free will and had nothing to do with Brother Qiu.
"Why is this happening?"
"I don't know what to say. There is a saying I just learned." Gong Jue said to Mustache seriously: "Brother Qiu said that if you follow him, I can completely find my own value."