Thinking of this, I suddenly felt something bad. After a brief hesitation, I bent down and ran in the direction I came from. However, I ran several hundred meters in one breath and still didn't see the green pickup truck I had locked at the scene.
car.
It’s over, I’ve been tricked.
I can confirm that I never walked such a long distance just now, and there are no forks on the north-south highway to choose from. From a common sense point of view, this basically eliminates the possibility of running in the wrong direction.
, that is to say, now I seem to be very awesome, getting lost on a straight line of a double-row road!!!
How is it possible... I grabbed my hair, always feeling that this kind of thing was too abrupt, but when I calmed down and thought about it, a term that was both familiar and unfamiliar quickly appeared in my mind.
Ghost hits the wall.
The three words "ghost hitting the wall" are very famous. Generally speaking, they refer to the strange phenomenon of drawing circles in place but being unable to get out. Some people say this is science, and some people
Call it superstition. As a good socialist young man with ideals, morality, culture and discipline, I have always believed in the scientific explanation of this phenomenon.
According to some experts, the main reason for this phenomenon is the imbalance of the human body. To put it more directly, it is because one leg is long and the other is short. Because of the difference in length, the stride length of the two legs is also different.
, when the brain and visual nerves temporarily lose their corrective function, almost everyone has the problem of drawing circles in place. The greater the difference between the two legs, the smaller the circle drawn. This statement can reasonably explain why
Things like ghosts hitting walls often happen in relatively empty places, but I don't understand how such a situation can happen on a straight road!?
Thinking of this, I began to doubt my judgment, so I bent down and picked up a stone, then held the back of my head and threw the stone out. The stone went out and disappeared into the mist. Many stones rolled on the paint road and made a loud sound.
The crackling sound appeared in the night sky. But the sound was not getting smaller and smaller, but getting louder and louder. I looked back silently, and the rolling stones were shaking slightly behind me...
I stared at the stone speechlessly for a long time. I silently picked it up, looked in the right direction and threw it towards that direction. It rolled back from the road on the other side...
"Okay, you win."
Sitting on the ground in utter embarrassment, cold sweat flowed down his temples. His brain was spinning rapidly and he suddenly felt extremely stressed. Generally speaking, when faced with a situation like beating a wall, there are three more appropriate options. The first is to curse, and the second is to
Second, smoke, and third, bite off your fingers and throw them around. I have never encountered this situation before, and I don’t know if it works.
I sat on the ground and cursed for a long time, and my throat was dry, but it had no effect. I bit my finger with my teeth, but found that this job was not as easy as shown on TV. I bit it over and over again several times, and it hurt so much that I was dying.
With a final act of cruelty, a little blood finally came out, but the blood stains got into the thick fog and had no effect at all.
Pull it down and pee first...
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel awkward. After looking around, I still didn't have the courage to go on my own on this avenue. I picked up my pants and jumped into the roadside. A stream of water poured down. Only when I saw the sloping grass did I remember that besides that
There are still two sides to the road!
Damn it, why didn’t I think of that earlier!
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a burst of ecstasy. I hurriedly finished my physiological exercises and ran in the new direction. Later I thought, I can't blame me at the time. In the wilderness covered by thick fog, normal people will find a reference.
The basic ability to filter information is to be more prudent in the situation and consciously eliminate unsafe options.
I jumped into the grass on the side of the road and ran towards the river where the accident happened. But just after I took a few steps, my cell phone in my pocket suddenly rang.
I took it out and saw that the caller turned out to be Jin Jiuye!
This phone was tied to the Water Monkey and put in my pocket while I was changing clothes. It had enough power and the sound was loud. When I connected the phone, there was a strange hissing sound coming from the receiver.
"Hello? Where did your kid go!? As soon as I turned around, he was gone!!!" As soon as the connection was connected, I heard Jin Jiuye roaring. The noise was too heavy and intermittent, but the anxiety in the voice was still there.
Not difficult to understand.
"I don't know where I am! I seem to be in trouble." I said, telling Jin Jiuye what happened and my guess in the shortest possible language. My voice was too noisy, very laborious, and...
I didn’t know if he could hear clearly. After a period of torture, we simply communicated through text messages so that we wouldn’t be disturbed by those strange noises.
However, Jin Jiuye’s ignorance of current technology is appalling. A text message with just a few words took him several minutes!
"Master Jiu, let's try another way. I can't find you now. I'll ask a few questions to find out the situation first. If my guess is correct, you can reply with the Arabic numeral 1. If not, you can reply with 2. You won't
If it's clear, just reply with 3, will that work?" I quickly tapped the screen and sent a text message.
"Okay." Two minutes later, the news came.
"My situation is very dangerous." I sent the first question and received a response quickly. Jin Jiuye's reply was, 3.
"Not sure? So, is this a supernatural phenomenon or is there something at work?" I sent the second question, and it took a while before I got an answer. Jin Jiuye's answer was also 3.
"Okay, then you must have some way to crack it. Yes, reply 1. No, reply 2. You don't know. Reply 3." After a moment of hesitation, the third text message also went out.
This time, the interval was longer. It took five minutes before he replied. The content of the reply was still 3.
Oops...when I saw this number again, my face was filled with black lines. What's going on with this guy? I don't know anything!!!
Okay, you win.
After adjusting my mentality, I asked him again: "Are Xiaopang and you together? If you are, reply 1; if you are not, reply 2."
"2." Immediately, Jin Jiuye answered again.
Not here?
Haha, it seems that my guess is correct. Xiaopang may have fallen into the same trap as me, but where is he... If we are trapped by the same thing, then
, at least we should be in one place, and, from the experiment of throwing stones, it can be seen that this space is not actually very big. If the fog was not so thick and scary, it would not be difficult to find him.