When people are very scared, if someone else says a word or two, they will become even more nervous. I suddenly turned around and said to Polonov: "Don't be so mysterious!"
"Brother, I'm serious." Polonov swallowed again and motioned for me to come closer. I was stunned by him and didn't know what to say, but the blood-patterned pottery behind him made me
I was very wary, so I still approached Polonov. He blinked, looked around, and whispered to me: "Do you feel that these pottery people seem to be closer to us invisibly?"
"What do you mean?" He made me angry with just one sentence. If I was the only one who felt something was wrong with the blood-patterned pottery, I might be able to explain it by saying that I was hallucinating or being suspicious, but if two people felt this way together,
Then it's hard to say.
"Brother, really, I think so." Polonov was very serious, and I could see that there was some deep confusion and fear in his eyes. When he served in the Navy, he was still in trouble because of diving.
He has training such as underwater shooting, so he is more sensitive to the distance of objects.
After I brought Polonov here, he gradually discovered that the distance between the surrounding blood-patterned pottery statues and the pillars seemed to have changed. They were getting farther and farther away from the pillars and getting closer and closer to us.
Of course, the phenomenon he mentioned was just his observation with the naked eye, and there was no conclusive evidence. However, I was already nervous about such pottery figurines. When he said this, I immediately suspected that the blood-patterned pottery was slowly growing.
movement.
If that's the case, damn it.
I checked the rope on Polonov's body. It was tied by Zhao Yingjun himself and was very strong. After that, I slowly walked to the side of the blood-patterned pottery. There was a mess of rubble under my feet, with no obvious signs.
As a reference, I don't know if it's really moving slowly.
I used a flashlight to carefully observe my feet, but as I looked, I felt like a breath of cold air was blown on my neck, a deep cold. I suddenly raised my head, and after the light moved up, there was a brief alternation of darkness and light.
, I seemed to see that weird smile on Blood Pattern Tao’s face again.
At this time, I almost jumped and ran back to Polonov, gasping for air. I really didn’t want him to underestimate me, but I really couldn’t control myself. When I returned to him, I looked at the blood-stained pottery again.
When I saw it, I felt that its face had vaguely returned to normal, and it seemed that there had been no changes.
"Brother, do you think this can be done?" Polonov said to me: "Make a mark at the feet of the pottery man and check after a while. If it is really moving, you will see it."
"This is a good idea." I sighed and asked, "But what if it is really moving? What should I do?"
"We can only run away." Polonov curled his lips.
I thought about it, and I definitely couldn't abandon Zhao Yingjun, but if I didn't understand the problem of these pottery figurines, it would always be a disaster. I tried my best to cheer myself up, and then ran to the side of the blood-patterned pottery in one breath, and made an obvious sign at its feet.
mark. When I made the mark and ran back, I kept praying in my heart, praying that Polonov and I were both hallucinating.
It was at this time that I made up my mind that if Zhao Yingjun did such an outrageous thing again, he would have to kill me first.
I don’t know if it was for psychological reasons, but while Polonov and I were waiting together, I felt that the atmosphere around us was getting more and more strange, as if we had walked into a gloomy cemetery late at night, and there was obviously no air convection here.
, but I can often feel a faint cold wind blowing past my ears. After waiting for about ten minutes, Polonov suggested that I go to the blood-patterned pottery to have a look. I really don’t want to go, but now
You can't rely on anyone but yourself.
I ran back to the blood-patterned Tao and only glanced down, my mind was spinning. The obvious mark I made had already landed about one meter behind the blood-patterned Tao.
What does this mean? It means that the blood-patterned pottery is really constantly moving! There is no one around here. If it keeps moving, it can only be said that it is moving on its own.
Normally, I might not believe this kind of thing at all. But after experiencing some very strange things, I dare not say whether it is true or not, and I don’t care to think about it so much. What I think about now
, how to deal with it?
As soon as my mind was confused, I subconsciously stepped back. I took a few steps back, and the blood-patterned pottery in front of me suddenly seemed to start a motor and moved more than one meter toward me. I couldn't see it at all.
It's clear how it crossed over, but the movement this time was so obvious that I couldn't even admit it.
"Holy shit!" I panicked and involuntarily raised my gun at it.
Misfortunes never come singly. At this moment, Polonov behind him suddenly let out a very shrill scream. When I turned around, I was stunned. A tall blood-patterned pottery appeared in front of Polonov at some unknown time.
Behind him, Polonov's hands were tied, making it very difficult to move. He was suddenly stuck between his two arms by the blood-patterned pottery. The blood-patterned pottery was about two meters high. A big man like Polonov was trapped
Being stuck, I could only barely touch the ground with my toes.
"Help me! Help me!" Polonov could only kick his legs back and forth and shouted desperately. He was obviously frightened and kept asking me for help.
For a moment, I didn’t know what to do. The first thing I thought of was Zhao Yingjun, but he was in a coma now, and these blood-patterned pottery obviously didn’t care about where Zhao Yingjun was hiding in his coma. I couldn’t lead things towards him. I thought so
With that, I ran away. In an instant, a familiar feeling surrounded me. It was a feeling I had experienced when diving in an underground lake. It was like an invisible air enveloped me. What was happening around me?
None, but it felt like I was walking in the middle of a mud swamp. Every time I took a step, my legs and feet seemed to be pulled by the sticky liquid.
In the blink of an eye, I felt that the blood-patterned pottery was following me from behind. When I looked back, I saw that it was only one step away from me. If I hadn't had the feeling I had when diving in an underground lake, I might have faced
I was helpless against the blood-patterned pottery. The moment it caught up, I thought of the rag wrapped around my wrist.
I punched it fiercely. In fact, I didn't mean to attack it. I just used this piece of rag to scare it. But this time, I used too much force and punched the blood-patterned Tao on the chest. I
I thought that hitting such a hard pottery figurine with my fist would definitely hurt a lot, but I only felt a soft, mist-like thing penetrated by the punch.
What made me even more unexpected was that the blood-patterned pottery was knocked upside down by my punch. The blood-patterned pottery over two meters high, even if the inside of the pottery is hollow, would cost at least three to four hundred meters.
It's so heavy, I don't know when my fist gained such power.
But in this way, I felt a little more confident, less panicked, and began to plan how to safely deal with the opponent. Not far away, Polonov kept yelling, which is what a person makes when he is dying.
A desperate roar. I circled around, and the blood-patterned pottery that I had knocked away was still following me in a very strange way.
"help me……"
When I ran closer to Polonov, I was shocked. He was completely blocked by a powerful force and couldn't move. I don't know if his internal organs were squeezed out by the force, and his nose and mouth were swollen.
Blood. His eyes were wide open, spitting out blood foam from his mouth, and looking at me pleadingly. I didn’t know if I could save him, so I dodged my body and forced the blood-marked Tao behind me to take a few steps back.
, but at the same time, several blood patterned pottery statues around were moving. This time I could see it very clearly. They all had that weird smile on their faces.
I jumped around, using the rag on my wrist to protect myself. When I got behind the blood-patterned pottery that held Polonov stuck, I suddenly heard a not loud but very harsh click.
It was the sound of Polonov's sternum breaking. Immediately afterwards, Polonov's whole body was hanging between the two arms of Blood Pattern Tao, his head drooped softly, and the blood in his mouth dripped downwards.
, and quickly ran out of energy.
The moment Polonov died, I was still a little uncomfortable. This is nature and it is difficult to change. But I didn't have much time to think about it. Even with the rag, I still felt that I was in danger. I didn't dare
Even if he ran too far, he didn't dare to lead these things to Zhao Yingjun, so he just walked in circles.
My physical strength was depleted very quickly, and gradually I couldn't run anymore. I took the time to look around, turned around, and wanted to climb to a broken pillar and use it with the opponent from a high position. The flashlight in my hand began to light up.
, I suddenly felt anxious. If the battery of the flashlight ran out at this time, I would be completely blind.
Immediately, the warning light indicating the battery level on the flashlight turned red. Even if the light was adjusted to the weakest, it could only last for up to an hour. I didn’t know if Zhao Yingjun could wake up in this hour. When the light was weak, the soles of his feet
Suddenly I tripped over a stone.
I stood up with my hands on the ground, but my right hand vaguely felt what seemed to be a very deep scratch on the ground. I hurriedly looked at it with a flashlight, and saw that the scratch was curved, and it was vaguely the word "three". Although
My situation was very bad, but the words that suddenly appeared under the gravel made me confused. I wanted to take a closer look, but there was no chance. The blood-patterned pottery behind me was approaching strangely, so I ran away.
, ran back after going around in a circle, and kicked away bit by bit the gravel around the word "three".
I don’t know how many times I ran, and more and more scratches were revealed from under the gravel. Finally, I cleared away a large area of the gravel. The scratches on the ground were very complicated and not good for me.
Identification, I thought about it while running, and I felt that it should be four words.