When I touched this person's face, I felt that the skin and muscles on his face were like a piece of slightly wavy water, as if something was constantly squirming. The squirming frequency was not high, but it was non-stop, which caused him to
The whole face turned into a soft ball-like thing. I moved my hand slightly and felt that the muscle where my fingertips were located suddenly slid away.
That feeling is disgusting.
And when I touched his face, something under the skin seemed to be sensing something, and the frequency of the peristalsis accelerated. Especially after I pressed it hard with my finger, this person's face changed rapidly due to the peristalsis and muscle twitching.
Moving position, one moment it is like a blooming chrysanthemum, the next moment it is like an eighteen-pleat bun.
More importantly, this man's face was passively distorted, but his eyes did not change at all. They were still so dim, as if he was turning his head to look at me hard. At this time, I discovered his other hand.
The reason why he was scratching his neck so hard was because there must be something in his neck, and there were obvious signs of movement.
At this moment, I began to doubt the identity of this person again, because the distortion of the facial muscles changed his original appearance, and I was really not sure whether he was Zhao Yingjun. However, that look dispelled my doubts and gave me time to think.
Not much, I didn't care about it anymore, I just pulled him up, leaned his back against the wall, and slapped his face left and right.
"Wake up! Wake up quickly!"
I couldn't wake him up. I tried very hard to wake him up. My mind was spinning, and I turned around and wanted to go to the door of the gun store to listen to the noise outside. If there was no strange noise, I planned to take him with me.
She asked him to go out and look for Jin Pingmei and the others, because they didn't know how to save this person who was suspected of being Zhao Yingjun.
When I wanted to turn around, the beam of the flashlight flashed, and from the corner of my eye, I seemed to notice something was wrong with this man's jaw. When I took a closer look, I saw two muscles on his jaw.
It's a translucent thing. These two pieces can stretch and contract. If you touch it lightly with the tip of the knife, it will immediately shrink under the skin.
I don’t know what this is, but it is definitely not something on the human body. I found a pair of very small pliers from my backpack, which are used to cut thin wires. There is not much time to waste now, so I calm down and slow down.
I slowly stretched the pliers to his lower jaw. The two translucent things like muscles did not move for a long time. I was a little impatient while waiting. Although nothing happened to me, sweat kept dripping down.
I kept waiting, and after at least ten minutes, when something like a muscle slowly protruded from the man's lower jaw, I immediately clamped it with the pliers in my hand.
The pliers were very tight, and the thing wanted to shrink inward. I didn't dare to use too much force at once, but after testing, I found that the thing could be pulled out. I gradually pulled it out from the man's chin.
, this may be a living thing that will struggle.
I felt like vomiting as I continued to pump. This thing was about 13 to 4 centimeters long and 2 to 3 centimeters wide. It was a thin piece. Its body color was similar to that of muscles, but it might have sucked blood at this time. There was a blood-red line in the middle of the body cavity.
Mark. I held it with pliers, and it kept twisting its body. It was probably a mollusk, and its body was twisted at various incredible angles.
This thing was disgusting. When it was pulled out from the man's jaw, it had sticky threads like blood and paste. I stuffed it directly under my feet and twisted it hard until it turned into a puddle of flesh.
After this thing was pulled out, the man's condition improved a little. He still couldn't speak, but his consciousness recovered. He stretched out a hand and shook it back and forth in front of me with great difficulty. I understood that he wanted to express,
But I don't know what he wants to express by wandering around like this.
"You can't speak it, can you write it?"
I stretched out my palm in front of him, and he started to write crookedly. I don’t know whether it was because his writing was too bad or because my understanding was low. After going back and forth for a long time, I finally understood what he meant. He wanted me to write
All these transparent blood-sucking bugs were removed from the body.
"They're retracted and it's very difficult to get rid of." I don't know how long I have to wait until the next bug comes out on its own.
Half of this man's face has calmed down. At this moment, I am 80% sure that he is Zhao Yingjun.
Zhao Yingjun then continued to express his opinions in this silent way. He asked me to get the bug out at all costs. I suspected that the bug would lay eggs if it stayed in the human body for too long, which would be even more troublesome.
But how to start? I thought about it for a long time and only came up with the only feasible but cruel method. I told Zhao Yingjun my idea and he agreed.
For a person like me who seldom sees blood, beating is just as painful as being beaten. Being beaten hurts, and beating is psychological torture. So even if Zhao Yingjun lies motionless, it is still difficult for me to start. I hold a cautery disinfectant
The knife in the back was shaking for a long time, and I still didn't know where to operate. In the end, even Zhao Yingjun was impatient to wait.
I almost closed my eyes and made a cut on Zhao Yingjun's right cheek, but the cut was not deep enough, and it took a lot of speed to cut the wound and pull out the bugs. I imagined myself as a surgeon with a sharp knife.
Once again, a cut was made on Zhao Yingjun's face. As blood flowed out, the two pieces of scratched flesh opened open, like mutated and thick lips.
I immediately pressed the insect with the tip of the knife, and then used pliers to pinch it out. This process should not be easy. Zhao Yingjun was shaking all over, and it hurt so much. The insect was full of blood, and even his movement slowed down a lot.
, after trampling him to death, I used the same method and opened a knife on the back of Zhao Yingjun's neck, and pulled out the third worm.
After these three bugs were pulled out, Zhao Yingjun felt as if a poisonous tendon had been pulled out of his body. He was soft but relaxed. He could move slightly and motioned for me to simply touch the wound.
"To be honest, I admire you very much." My hands were covered in blood, and I felt dizzy just looking at it. "If I had been cut open like this, I would have screamed a long time ago."
"You think I don't want to scream?" Zhao Yingjun looked at me feebly: "I can't fucking scream."
The bug may have affected Zhao Yingjun's nerves before it was pulled out. Once it was pulled out, his condition recovered quickly and he was able to stand up soon.
"Which opening did the bugs come in from?" Zhao Yingjun pointed to the small opening on the wall. He just wanted to observe the situation through this opening, but the bugs rushed in at once, leaving almost no room for reaction.
"You are a master and shouldn't make such stupid mistakes."
"You know what, they are too fast." Zhao Yingjun immediately defended himself: "Among the people I know, there is probably only one person who can escape such an attack without knowing it."
"who?"
"No more." Zhao Yingjun's mood waned, with some aftertaste and regret: "I may never see him again."
The two of us stayed there for about twenty minutes. Zhao Yingjun's ears perked up again and he whispered to me that there was a noise outside the iron gate. This time, the noise outside the iron gate was different from before. People outside were whispering.
's cry.
"Our people!" Zhao Yingjun jumped up and opened the iron door with blood on his face. He quickly connected with the people outside. The other party asked us not to say anything and leave here first.
The gasoline outside had actually burned out long ago. Jin Pingmei organized the people below to launch a counterattack, so it was not until this time that the situation was generally under control. Zhao Yingjun and I were taken to the exit. Jin Pingmei was not injured, but half of his hair was burned.
No, it looked weird and funny. Xiaoning was fine and sat next to Jin Pingmei without saying a word. He didn't raise his head until he saw me passing by.
"It's very unsafe here in Santaihezi. We'll go back to Xihaihe immediately. There are many people there. Anyone who wants to do something secretly shouldn't dare to do it casually. Let's go. Let's go now." Jin Pingmei first led a few of us towards the west.
Haihe rushed, and the rest could follow later.
On the way, we encountered no more unexpected situations. When we returned to Xihaihe, it was late at night again, but those looking for fossils were working 24 hours a day, and people were still coming and going. Jin Pingmei asked someone to take him
The remaining half of the hair was cut off and became bald. The person below did not suffer any injuries and only suffered a few minor burns, which were not fatal.
I don’t know what Jin Pingmei’s next plan is. He is taking care of Zhao Yingjun. Xiaoning and I returned to our tent. Xiaoning was silent for a long time and told me that this can’t go on like this. This matter seems to be getting more and more chaotic. Santaihe
What happened to me has explained everything.
But I don't know what to do. I can't escape from this place. Xiaoning obviously has no choice, but he doesn't give up and wants to discuss it with me to see if he can come up with a safe idea.
The two of us were talking when someone came to the tent and called me, saying that Jin Pingmei was looking for something to do with me. I thought to myself that Jin Pingmei was a bastard for always looking for me in front of Xiao Ning. He might really want to drive a wedge between me and Xiao Ning.
Xiaoning’s relationship.
But I went along anyway. There were only him and Zhao Yingjun in Jin Pingmei's tent. Zhao Yingjun was muttering about being disfigured and looking at his wounds alone in the mirror, while Jin Pingmei was playing with the old video player.
"Do you really think this thing is an antique?" I sat down and asked, "What do you want me to do?"
"Watch the video." Jin Pingmei tried to turn on the phone, and there were snowflakes on the screen.
"Video? What video?" I was stunned for a moment.
"The strap found in the little tin bucket."
"Damn it, didn't Brother Yingjun say that all the tapes were destroyed?"
"There are people we don't trust here, so why tell the truth?" Jin Pingmei smiled: "Most of the tapes were burned. There was only one tape at the bottom of the iron bucket, which was covered by the video tape above. The degree of damage was not the same.