The diary was recorded three years ago. The handwriting is a bit childish, like straight squares. Some words are circled or blacked out if they cannot write. This person must not be very good at writing. The sentences in it are worded.
It's confusing, the logical word order is mixed, and some places have to be read carefully two or three times before you know what they mean.
But after reading two or three pages, Wu Xiaoxie couldn't help but a little cold sweat broke out on his back, and a feeling of chills filled his heart.
There were a total of eighteen members of this skeleton's group. One of the articles stated that he was the only one left in the group. The diary also mentioned that the path they entered here was completely different from that of his group. The path was extremely dangerous and dangerous.
The number of people in the queue behind the tomb was reduced by half, but the path they took should be the main entrance, and they came in the order of the sacrifice.
After finding nothing on the sacrificial platform, they went down the plank road. At the bottom of the plank road was a bottomless green pool. It was impossible to get down without professional diving equipment. After testing it for a while, they surfaced again and looked up.
At first glance, they found that the plank road where the equipment was originally placed was actually six or seven meters away from them. The water level was still dropping, and all the equipment that could be used was left on the shore. They were completely blind and helpless at this moment, so they had no choice but to climb up.
In the mine on the stone wall, some people climbed up the bronze tree.
It was at this time that the owner of the diary climbed into the cave where Wu Xiaoxie is now.
I thought it was safe for the time being, but suddenly many thick tentacles emerged from the clinker pool, each with its mouth wide open. The people on the bronze tree were grabbed, torn and chewed, and the people hiding in the cave were not spared.
, were smashed into rocks by those tentacles, thrust in, bitten, dragged out, and blocked the middle. Blood sprayed like rain in the sky, and the thick bloody smell was simply suffocating.
The owner of the diary was luckier and hid deeper in the cave. When the tentacle hit the rock, the collapsed gravel blocked the entrance of the cave. He could only huddle tightly on the edge of the stone wall, listening to the gunshots and tragic sounds that continued outside.
He screamed, so frightened that he fainted several times, and did not dare to make a sound. Suddenly there was a violent explosion outside, and a small piece of rock fell and hit him on the head, and he fainted immediately.
After an unknown amount of time, he felt cold and stiff all over, and woke up from his coma. There was a deathly silence outside, and there was no sound in the entire space. Through the cracks in the gravel, he saw the flashlight that had fallen to the ground and was still on.
And the half broken hand holding it.
His breathing was panicked and rapid, and his spirit was almost broken. This disaster came so unexpectedly that even if the desperadoes used explosives at the last moment, they could not escape the fate of annihilation.
He was trapped in the cave for seven days, and he didn't bring much food. The most terrifying thing was that his water bag was lost while escaping. He was hungry and thirsty, and the dark despair was about to swallow him up.
He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that his mother would have no one to take care of him at home. He hated and regretted his own behavior of overestimating his own abilities and sending himself to death.
In the next few days, he became delirious because of hunger. In the dark environment, he was in a semi-drowsy state from time to time. He had no concept of time at all. He only knew that he was very thirsty. He was going crazy with thirst. In a trance, he felt
There was a ticking sound on the side of his head, and a few drops of water splashed on his face.
A miracle happened!
At this moment, he didn't care to think about what was going on. He just moved his body with difficulty based on instinct, and reached over to let the water drip into his mouth.
The water dripped faster and faster, and soon it turned into a thin stream of water as thick as the tip of a chopstick. He greedily devoured this God-given rain, and drank until his stomach was bloated and could no longer drink, then he reluctantly stopped.<
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The water really seems to be a gift from the gods. It is at least twenty or thirty meters deep from the surface of the ground, and there are no cracks inside the stone mountain. Even if there is a flash flood outside, it is impossible for rainwater to penetrate through the stone.
After regaining his strength, he opened the empty compressed biscuit bag and fixed it with small stones to catch the water.
Water can only quench his thirst but not satisfy his hunger. He couldn't help but start to imagine that it would be great if there was something to eat in his pocket. Thinking of this, he smiled to himself and patted it. Suddenly he felt that something was wrong, so he put his hand in and touched it.
It turned out to be a completely unopened compressed biscuit.
What happened next was very miraculous. He had a piece of biscuit that he could never finish. After eating as many as he could, when he turned around to look at the wrong part, the part he had just eaten returned to its original state, which made him very suspicious of his eating.
Fake cookies.
He once suspected that this was a hallucination he had before dying. It is said that people who freeze to death are naked all over their bodies, because because the temperature is too low, the brain will issue a "heating" command to protect the most important internal organs first and be ignored.
Other parts of the body gradually lost the ability to accurately distinguish, and they had the illusion of heat, thinking that they had been rescued and came to a warm place. Then it became hotter and hotter, and they involuntarily took off their clothes to dissipate the heat. Finally, they lay naked in the ice and snow, always with a smile on their face.
Smile.
But later he discovered that this was not an illusion.
