I was anxious to get angry, thinking that there was too much dirt outside, and it would be difficult to dig out. Moreover, the hole outside was very narrow, and full of foxes. Even if we did dig out, only the foxes would bite us, and we wouldn’t have any chance.

If you can't make room to resist, you will die if you go out. If you don't go out, you will be buried alive. What should you do?

My eyes suddenly turned to the folding shovel, and I thought to myself that I brought this thing just to dig the soil. The holes were dug by people, so I didn’t believe that there was no way out, so I immediately took out the folding shovel and held it with Tashi.

, estimate the direction of the exit, and start digging the hole.

When digging a hole, some soil will be brought out. We can only use a shovel to squeeze out some space and pile all the soil into the hole we are now in. Fortunately, the frozen soil is frozen solid. Although it is difficult to dig, we can also

There is no need to consider structural issues or worry about landslides, just keep digging.

The potential that people burst out in critical moments is extremely huge. Tashi and I dug two meters deep at once. Brother Wang and others were also getting smaller and smaller under the weight of the soil. They shook from time to time to try to bring some air in, and soon

I then noticed that Brother Wang's face was flushed. It seemed that the soil had been filled to the brim and they could no longer hold on.

At this moment, Ghost Chen suddenly became relieved and said: "The soil has been filled in. They are no longer carrying on the soil, so dig quickly."

I know that Ghost Chen and Brother Wang are under a lot of pressure now, just like carrying hundreds of kilograms of soil on their backs. They don't dare to waste time, they dig holes as hard as they can, and the soil in front of them suddenly collapses, and we

I actually dug into another hole.

I was stunned, thinking that I was very lucky, and quickly called everyone into the hole. As soon as I entered, I discovered that the hole was not dug out by animals, but by people with shovels. The digging was also hasty, and the color of the soil was very new.

It must have been a recent thing.

Could it be the little yellow dogs and the others?

Why did they start digging holes? Could it be that the same thing happened to us?

I suddenly felt that this was a trap from the beginning, and we were all fooled by the fox!

No wonder the older generation uses the adjective fox to describe a cunning person. A fox is cunning. A fox that lives a long time is simply more cunning than a human being. Regardless of whether the green fox is really a spirit, the number of years it lives is

It must be a long time.

We lay down in this hole and followed the direction of the shovel digging. We concluded that the little yellow dog and others were heading left, so we immediately chased after them. Not long after we caught up, we saw several people crowded together.

, all of them looked disgraced. When the eight of us met again in this small place, we could only look at each other and smile bitterly when we saw each other's embarrassed appearance.

These people were the four little yellow dogs. They were holding shovels in their hands and there was still soil around them. They were obviously tired. After some questioning, we found out that the experiences of the two of us were almost exactly the same, except that the little yellow dogs

The others were lured by the green fox to move forward. As they walked, landslides began to occur in front and back. In desperation, they had no choice but to dig holes from the side to escape. So I asked, "Then why didn't you dig?"

Hurry up and keep digging, I'm going to die from suffocation."

The little yellow dog's physical strength was exhausted and he couldn't get up. He said dejectedly: "I can't dig anymore. I am a human and not a gopher, and my hands are cramped." Immediately, we exchanged places, with me and

The four of Tashi continued digging holes while the little yellow dog waited

Others continued to rest. We were lucky. After digging for a few times, we saw snow. I guessed that our exit should lead directly to a low-lying area. I immediately worked hard and refueled. The moment the sun fell,

I was almost in tears.

A group of people climbed out of the cave entrance, and we discovered that the exit was still on the right side of the lake, but it was in a low-lying area. The snow layer here was relatively thin, with thin ice underneath and mud under the ice. If we

The hole is driven to high ground, so I'm afraid I'll be exhausted on the way to the hole.

The eight people didn't care to leave, and fell down in the snow, gasping for breath. Manzi cursed: "This trip was all caused by that surnamed He. I was almost killed by a fox."

I said: "Then the green fox still ran away?"

The little yellow dog nodded and said: "But it probably thinks that we have been buried alive, so it won't come to cause trouble. It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. Let's go forward for a while and rest." Although he was exhausted, when he thought about the things under his feet,

There were countless foxes scurrying about under the soil, which made me feel uneasy. The group of people immediately got up, put their arms around each other, and helped each other move forward.

We walked all the way to the end of the lake. This journey lasted about two days. The original plan was to camp at the end of the lake, and we followed the next clues left by Gash or Uncle, but someone was one step ahead of us and had already set up camp there.

Got the tent.

There are five tents in total. Judging from the size, they should be three-person tents. From this point of view, the number of people camping must be at least fifteen. The five tents are relatively close to the lake, and there is no one around.

It is now around five o'clock in the afternoon. Due to the high geographical location of the snow-capped mountains, the light is still very bright. With so many tents, I guess they belong to Sister Hai and others. They left two days earlier than us. How come the tents are pitched here?

?

Could this be their destination?

The eight of us immediately lay down on the snow, hiding our bodies and observing the tents, but after looking for a long time, no one came out. Manzi said: "I think this tent seems empty. It is impossible to sleep so early. No one came out."

Maybe they all left."

Tashi said: "It looks like it to me. Look, some parts of the tent are covered in ice."

After making sure that no one was there, we walked in without hesitation. As we walked in, we discovered that one of the five tents was different from the other four. They were about the same size, but had different styles and colors, while the others were different.

The four tops are of uniform specifications and colors.

My heart moved, and I thought: Could it be that this tent is not that of Sister Hai and others, but that it was left by my uncle? With this thought in mind, I got into that unique tent.

The tent was empty, but there was a notebook. Although I didn’t recognize the notebook, it was the old-fashioned yellow paper notebook that my uncle liked to use. Nowadays, it can only be bought in the countryside, and is rarely seen in the city.

, I immediately identified the owner of this tent, and I was so excited that I quickly flipped through my notebook.

I thought it would record some clues, or the uncle's experiences along the way, but to my surprise, there wasn't much in it, just a limerick about a ruffian teasing a pretty girl.

Bridge section.

I was a little confused for a while, how could such a crooked uncle write such a crooked poem?

At this time, Dr. Yang also opened the curtain and walked into the tent. A cold wind was immediately brought in. I shivered. She came to my side and watched together. Her expression was very focused, and her goddess-like silhouette made people feel a little bit...

I was in a daze, but as I watched, Ghost Chen's words suddenly rang in my mind: Stay away from her.

At this time, Dr. Yang raised his head and said, "This seems to be Mr. Sun's handwriting."

She actually recognized my uncle's handwriting? I didn't ask why, I just said: "Yes, it was left by my uncle. There is nothing except this crooked poem."

Dr. Yang frowned and suddenly said: "You really can't understand? Is there some kind of password hidden in this poem?"

password?

This statement moved my heart, so I looked at the poem again. If the uncle really left this clue in the form of a code, then who did he leave it to?

Had he already calculated who else would arrive here after him?

If there is really a password, how to crack it? There is no hint at all.

Dr. Yang further analyzed: "Perhaps Mr. Sun calculated that many people would follow, so he left this clue very vaguely. He Liang and his gang also camped here, and they must have discovered this.

This notebook, but probably because the notebook has little value in their eyes, they have never touched it."

I said: "You mean, the uncle deliberately kept this poem to convey it to someone?"

Dr. Yang looked at me and said, "Maybe this is what I left for you."

Impossible, my uncle never expected that I would come to this place. How could he leave such a thing to me? It’s not like he doesn’t know my IQ. It’s too difficult for me to figure out passwords.

Maybe I'm just over-attentive. This is simply a limerick that my uncle, an old and crooked uncle, wrote casually when he was in love with spring?

After a while, the little yellow dog also walked in and said: "I have checked the other tents and the equipment inside is missing. It is very strange. Why are you two hiding here? Even if you can't wait, you must pay attention to the impact.

.”

I threw the notebook to him and said, "My uncle left this. Do you have any opinions?"

The little yellow dog read it once, then touched his chin and said, "I think Master misses a woman."

Dr. Yang smiled and said: "Can you two stop being so poor?" Then she looked serious and said: "The tent was left where it was and was not taken away. In my opinion, there are only two possibilities. One is that the destination is nearby.

, one is that they encountered some unexpected situation at the time and left before they could pack up their tent."

I said: "But uncle and Sister Hai's people all arrived in batches. Is it possible that when they arrived at this place, they all encountered so-called emergencies?"

Dr. Yang was stunned and said: "Then the first possibility is more likely. We have to check carefully to see if there are any clues nearby." The topic ended here. We didn't bother to set up a tent and went directly to Sister Hai and others' tent.

We settled down here, and while it was still dark, we conducted a large-scale search around the area, but there was only ice and snow here, leaving no trace.
Chapter completed!