"This girl sat down honestly. Can she understand what we are saying?" Bu Liuxing stepped back towards the foreign building.
"Axing, do you remember?" Jiang Xueming pressed his friend's shoulder and followed him back to the door of the mansion, "Mr. David said that this kind of creature can speak human language, and it is nothing if it can understand human language." strange things."
"Ha...hahahaha..." Bu Liuxing was inexplicably happy: "Then is she really afraid of the dump truck Iaijutsu?"
"Who knows?" Jiang Xueming felt uncertain and kicked open the door cautiously, "Let's go in first."
The two entered the room and carefully observed the environment.
There are two pairs of shoes on the shoe cabinet in the entrance, one for men and one for women.
The tables and chairs in the hall were covered with a thick layer of dust, as if no one had taken care of them for a long time.
There was a pile of dark cinders left in the fireplace, which was blown into dust by the sea breeze in the few dozen seconds when the door was opened.
Jiang Xueming looked at the layout of the house, and everything in front of him had a mysterious flavor.
Who is the faceless woman outside the house?
Why is this house so incompatible with the drop-shaped building in Fangfeng Village?
It looks like a wooden single-family house from the mid-19th century, and the decoration and furniture are very retro.
Whose are the two pairs of shoes in front of the door? Did a couple ever live here?
"Remember to take pictures, Axing." Jiang Xueming raised his gun and stepped into the house.
He saw more things that were beyond comprehension.
There are many black and white photos hanging on the walls, most of which are landscape photos, but also portraits.
The largest photo shows a man and a woman together.
The man is wearing a formal dress and the woman is wearing a wedding dress, which is the wedding photo, but they are as faceless as the faceless woman outside the door.
It is worth noting that this man also appears in other photos. He does not have a right leg - under the empty right leg of his trousers is a prosthetic leg made of steel rods and wood.
Bu Liuxing followed Mr. Xueming curiously, holding up his mobile phone to take pictures as he walked.
They passed the bathroom, checked the storage and kitchen and bathroom, and finally climbed up the old wooden stairs to the living room on the second floor, where they spent a few minutes in the master bedroom and the second bedroom.
The wardrobes and cupboards in the house are empty, except for an ancient stargazing lens on the terrace on the second floor.
There was a large desk in the pavilion in front of the terrace, and there seemed to be something in that place.
Jiang Xueming stepped forward and took a closer look. There was a dirty and greasy stain on the double bench on the left side of the desk.
And in front of the stain, that weird and inexplicable prosthetic leg. The wood of the prosthetic leg has rotted beyond its appearance, and the steel rod connecting the sole of the foot is also rusty, with many dense trachoma holes appearing, which makes one's scalp numb.
It feels like...
The male owner of this house once sat here and died on this chair. The body was not moved away. It slowly rotted away and finally turned into pure mud.
"What's going on? Brother Ming? Did a couple live here before? How did it become like this now?" Bu Liuxing, full of questions, took a photo of this workbench.
"Cover your mouth and nose and don't move around." Jiang Xueming ordered, lowering his body and blowing lightly on the tabletop of the workbench.
A lot of dust on the table was immediately cleared away, revealing a stargazing chart.
On the dark base, countless stars are depicted with bright red lines and golden paint brushes.
As the dust dispersed, Jiang Xueming also saw the square oil paper calendar on the counter revealing its true appearance.
The English on the calendar is also revealed, and the time stays on June 21, 1888.
Jiang Xueming said: "These are things from more than a hundred years ago."
"More than a hundred years ago?" Bu Liuxing looked at the star map on the table in surprise: "These two people were looking at the stars and doing research in this damn place more than a hundred years ago?"
"I'm afraid it's not about astronomy." Jiang Xueming turned to look at the large lens outside the terrace——
——This instrument faces the mysterious sea.
"The things they drew may be [stars] in the ocean." Jiang Xueming explained: "These underground craters, as well as these light spots of different sizes, look at these lines."
Ah Xing looked over after hearing the sound.
In this ancient picture, many red lines are used to draw links in the dense volcanic crater, outlining a huge fluid figure.
The shape is like a drop-shaped earthen house in the Fangfeng settlement.
"In other words... the [people] we saw in Fangfeng Village actually came from the sea?" Bu Liuxing's eyes widened.
Jiang Xueming replied without thinking: "I don't know, I'm not sure. Where they come from, it doesn't matter to me either."
He quickly took out his notebook and wrote down everything he saw and heard. After checking the drawers on the workbench, I found nothing new.
He came to the terrace and peered into the deep sea through the long and thick lens——
——This glance almost left his soul here.
At the bottom of the deep, dark sea.
There are countless stars shining in it.
Dots of molten lava from active volcanoes stimulate tidal undercurrents.
Under the golden light, a huge water drop stood on the ledge of the trench.
It is like an inverted golden egg. The dome exudes warm orange light and is made of gold and stone. Its surface is covered with rock scars made of twisted coral and fish bones. The lower it goes, the more it goes down. The petrified features became more obvious, as if it had gone through countless years - as old as the stone forest outside Fangfeng Station.
Through the multi-focus of the rotating lens, Jiang Xueming also saw countless similar light spots standing on the seabed from a bird's-eye view.
They sleep quietly next to the restless active volcano, emitting little light sources. These light sources form a huge golden egg pattern, like a trademark.
"Brother Ming? Brother Ming!" Bu Liuxing's irritable voice brought him back to reality.
Jiang Xueming's face turned pale as he woke up from the dreamlike scene.
"What's wrong?"
"Look...look!"
The two of them looked down from the terrace and discovered it.
The woman sitting on the bench was gone.
"Where has she gone?" Bu Liuxing's voice trembled: "Has she already entered the house?"
"I don't know." Jiang Xueming replied: "But judging from the information currently available, she should be a scientist. She and her husband studied this ocean together more than a hundred years ago. Her husband also died in this room. inside."
Bu Liuxing asked cautiously: "Is she still a human? Could it be that she was infected by some virus and became like this?"
Jiang Xueming boldly replied: "The black and white photos taken more than a hundred years ago cannot be deceiving. There are no faces in their wedding photos. I think this couple was not human from the beginning."
Bu Liuxing asked anxiously: "What should we do now?"
"Go away." Jiang Xueming said bluntly: "I went into the widow's house and walked around, touched her things, and studied her husband's belongings. Can I not be angry?"
Bu Liuxing: "That makes sense. Can we go back the way we came?"
"Jumping off a building is faster." Jiang Xueming looked at the height of the terrace, which was only about three meters high.
"Okay!" Bu Liuxing felt his strength surge up again. He thrust his phone towards Jiang Xueming, "Brother Ming, let's change the phone. There are important photos here. Let's go back to the station today. Your sister will be saved soon."
Jiang Xueming remained silent and took the pink mobile phone.
He returned the navy blue phone, his heart still hanging in the air.
He didn't know if this information could be exchanged for a panacea, and he didn't know if the panacea could cure his sister's illness. He didn't know how many days ordinary people without [inspiration] could survive the torture of Vita Brand.
These terrifying fantasies were like ants crawling all over his body.
"Brother Ming! I'm taller and stronger than you. I'll try first. If I jump, I can still catch you." Bu Liuxing said as he climbed up the guardrail of the terrace.
He looked at Mr. Xueming with a smile, showing his shining white teeth and joking.
"You always look so cold, Brother Ming. Smile more! Thanks to you, I have experienced such exciting things!"
Ah Xing said jokingly as he climbed down.
"Brother Ming, don't you have a job? When we go back, you must come and work in my coffee shop. I have wanted to open a coffee shop for a long time, and I don't want to make money from it. I just want to hear stories. There are so many people at this station with stories, it must be interesting.”
Hearing a plop, Bu Meteor landed safely.
Jiang Xueming also turned over and jumped down.
Bu Liuxing was still preparing to catch Xueming with open arms. When he came to his senses, Mr. Xueming was already slapping the muddy water off his body.
Axing asked confusedly: "Brother Ming, why don't you say anything? Are you still worried about your sister?"
Jiang Xueming rubbed his sore knees. He didn't want to owe Bu Liuxing any debt of gratitude, nor did he want to expose his weaknesses to anyone.
He looked as usual, stuffed his cell phone into his inner pocket, fearing it would be damaged in any way, and walked back and forth with his head lowered.
Bu Liuxing shouted: "Brother Ming! Hey! Just wait for me..."
Right now, right now.
Two soft, boneless arms emerged from the door.
They were like dexterous snakes, attacking at the blind spot behind Bu Liuxing and Jiang Xueming at the moment they completely relaxed their vigilance.
In an instant, these two arms were like sharp knives, cutting open the nylon buckle bag of the quick-draw gun holster.
Jiang Xueming felt a lightness on his waist. When he came to his senses, the holster and pistol were gone!
There was a bone-chilling pain in his brain, and his [inspiration] told him at this moment that a disaster was imminent.
The moment he turned his head, Jiang Xueming saw dozens of soft and greasy tentacles emerging from the dark door of the foreign-style building. They were just a hair away from shooting stars.
A Xing still had a sneer on his face, as if he didn't know what was going on.
Xueming almost gave up thinking. Without any hesitation, his body started to move before the brain's synapses activated and before logical thinking gave the answer.
He violently knocked Asing's heavy and strong body two or three steps away.
After a burst of crackling noise.
Those tentacles have already firmly entangled half of Xueming.
Jiang Xueming was dragged and sat down on the gravel ground. He wanted to reach out for the firearm that fell to the ground, but he couldn't reach it.
He felt that his arms were weak and he was no match against these cold gray tentacles.
"A Xing, go get the gun...A Xing..."
These strange bare tentacles dragged him back into the house little by little.
Jiang Xueming shouted: "A Xing!"
Bu Liuxing covered his head, still struggling to wake up from the torture of [inspiration]. He struggled, picked up the pistol from the ground, and ran to Mr. Xueming.
After stumbling and falling several steps along the way, Ah Xing saw Mr. Xueming's appearance clearly.
"Shoot at the door! Hit her!" Jiang Xueming ordered sharply.
The piercing sound of gunfire rang out, and apart from the first bullet hitting the door, Bu Liuxing's hands shook like a Parkinson's patient.
"I still have bullets in my body! Keep shooting!" Jiang Xueming felt the tentacles on his body tremble a little when the first gunshot was fired. "You hit, well done! Don't be discouraged, keep shooting!"
Bu Liuxing panted nervously. He saw Mr. Xueming's body sinking into the abyss little by little, and the huge pressure made him breathless.
He removed the magazine from Mr. Xueming's MOLLE, and it was not easy to reload it - this was his first time using a gun, and it was also his first time trying to reload it.
He tried several times inserting and extracting the magazine.
These fatal mistakes seemed so stupid and incompetent to him that his eyes were swollen and bloodshot. Snot and tears flowed out together.
"Brother Ming...Brother Ming, don't be afraid...Brother Ming...Brother Ming...I'm sorry, Brother Ming...I'm sorry...right..."
He said he was comforting Jiang Xueming, but Bu Liuxing was actually comforting himself crazily.
"Keep fighting." Jiang Xueming's body was still some distance away from the foreign-style building, about ten meters. He struggled to stand up and twist, trying to resist the strange force of the tentacles on his body.
"Your hands...Brother Ming...your hands..." Bu Liuxing caught a glimpse of Mr. Xueming's weird body posture when fighting these tentacles - the two arms seemed to be disconnected from the upper limbs. , completely turned backwards.
Jiang Xueming rolled his eyes: "It's dislocated, little girl, have you never seen a dislocation? Don't ask, just ask if it doesn't hurt, keep shooting!"
Bu Liuxing gritted his teeth, raised the muzzle of his gun and fired another round of bullets.
Smelly blue blood flowed from the door.
Jiang Xueming's spirit was shaken. He felt that his dislocated arms seemed to have a chance to breathe. His expression was ferocious, trying to break free from these tentacles.
He growled: "Axing, don't stop, keep shooting."
Bu Liuxing was not as panicked as before. This time he changed the bullet much faster. In just a few seconds, he fired another shuttle. When the bullets were fired and the gun was hung up, he was still pulling the trigger, like a machine. He completed the order as if he was numb.
The hit rate was very poor, with only two or three bullets bursting with blood in the shadow of the door.
"Hold your breath when you pull the trigger..." Jiang Xueming felt that his body was still retreating. He still couldn't resist this huge force and still couldn't escape: "Don't be anxious, don't be afraid...don't let fear destroy you."
Bu Liuxing took out the last few magazines from Mr. Xueming.
His eyes widened and he sprayed out gunfire and anger.
When he reached the last box, he was almost desperate.
He looked at Jiang Xueming still slumped on the ground, his back already pressed against the steps of the porch. He was still a few steps away from being completely dragged into the gate of the foreign-style building by these tentacles.
"Cut my clothes... Use a knife to cut my clothes... Be careful, Ah Xing, try to stay as far away from me as possible, don't get entangled in these things." Jiang Xueming didn't give up yet, his two arms It has been twisted and deformed, and the clear sound of cracking bones can be heard.
Bu Liuxing didn't say a word nonsense. His emotions were on the verge of collapse and he almost lost his voice.
He took out the whale knife from his leggings and carefully opened the cuffs and cut the lining.
These few dozen seconds.
Bu Liuxing felt like decades had passed.
"Is it okay? Can I get out?" Jiang Xueming regained his composure, "I remember there is one last magazine, right?"
Bu Liuxing was still cutting off the clothes without raising his head: "Bullets are useless to this naughty widow... Didn't we see it before? Her regeneration ability is too strong. And I can't shoot accurately..."
...
...
Jiang Xueming said: "But you can hit me."
...
...
"What nonsense are you talking about?!" Bu Liuxing lay on the steps, holding Mr. Xueming's arm: "Your hand, Brother Ming, your hand... your hand, if you go back... let your sister Seeing your hands...I have to make the girl cry again..."
"I would recommend her to listen to JJ Lin." Jiang Xueming pouted: "After all, I am a man who can do [back-to-back hug]."
"Ha..." Bu Liuxing blew his nose hard, and the fun-loving man was really amused, "I now suspect that your madness index has exceeded the limit, Brother Ming."
After such a torment, Ah Xing's inner pressure was no longer so great.
With a final kick, he finally pulled Mr. Xueming out of the tentacles.
The two of them rolled down in the mud and ran out like crazy.
But......
Jiang Xueming's tattered clothes were swaying in front of the gate of the foreign-style building.
Dozens of tentacles were twisting wildly and quickly transformed into a pair of pale and tender arms.
The faceless lady was holding a pink mobile phone and Jiang Xueming's diary. As if provoking, he raised his fingers at the two passengers.
A deathly silence surrounded the two brothers.
Mindless and unhappy, he stood frozen.
Jiang Xueming and Bu Liuxing looked at each other.
“If you don’t have that phone, the diary and the photos, can you replace it with a panacea?”
"I have no idea..."
"Do you want to wait for Mr. David to come?"
"I have no idea..."
"How long can your sister Jiang Bailu last?"
"I have no idea..."
"Are you sure you can deal with this widow? In that building?"
"I have no idea..."
"Where did those walking zombies outside come from?"
"I have no idea..."
"Can you still hold things with your hands? Can you shoot?"
"I have no idea..."
It is said that the greatest fear in human hearts comes from the unknown. This series of "don't know" seems to reflect Jiang Xueming's inner fear.
Almost at the same time, Xueming and Liuxing ran towards the gate of the foreign-style building.
They seemed to be competing to see who could run faster.
But Xueming underestimated A Xing's height and also underestimated A Xing's muscles.
In terms of sprinting, he is far from the opponent of Bu Liuxing, who is 1.93 meters tall.
He was left behind and watched helplessly as Ah Xing ran into the arms of the faceless lady, easily snatched the phone and diary and threw them out the door.
Then the door slammed shut, and no more sound came out.
Xueming's two arms were drooping, like a zombie in Fangfeng Village, hanging down feebly.
He endured severe pain, performed dislocation surgery on himself in front of the porch steps, and tried again and again to realign his shoulder joint with body weights.
A long, long time passed, about forty minutes.
Both arms were covered with bruises and purple blood, and his fingers were spasming due to the severe pain. He reluctantly took the phone and diary and stuffed them into his trouser pocket.
Without saying a word, he watched the positioning signals on the couple's mobile phones getting further and further away, getting closer and closer to the supply station.
Hearing the unclear and crazy murmurs from the residents of the village, it seemed as if a part of their souls had remained in that mysterious western-style building forever.
When he returned to the supply depot - David Byrne was still mumbling the name of his lover's gun in his sleep.
He placed the Smith & Wesson in Mr. David's ear and took off his dirty rags. Bare to the waist, he leaned against Bu Liuxing's luggage and wanted to rest for a while.
He thought - wait for Mr. David to wake up. This reliable security officer will drive the Volga, take him back to the station, and send him away from this strange and mysterious underground world.
He'll be better soon...quickly.
Thinking like this, Xueming closed his eyes, but there was still severe pain in his two arms. The hidden injuries on his bones made him toss and turn, tossing and turning on the bunk, unable to sleep.
Four hours later.
Mr. David was soaked, as if he had been caught in the rain, and looked like he had seen a ghost. He held a bag of AR-15 parts and roughly pushed open the door to the second floor.
"Jiang Xueming!? Why did you steal my wife...oh no, my gun? And break it into pieces?!"
Jiang Xueming turned over, looking listless and like a living corpse, which shocked Mr. David.
"Sorry... Mr. David, I didn't listen to you. While you were sleeping, I took Bu Liuxing to Fangfeng Village, but he failed to come back... This is all my fault... I I'm in a hurry...I'm reckless, I just want to save my sister. I'm so selfish...I..."
"What did you say?" Mr. David looked like a little penguin scratching his head: "Mr. Bu Liuxing? Isn't it downstairs?"
"He's back?! He? Is he okay? Is he okay?" Jiang Xueming's inner surprise was indescribable. Only then did he realize that the big backpack next to him was also missing - it was probably taken by Ah Xing himself!
He rushed down the aisle.
When they reached the fireplace on the first floor, they saw Bu Liuxing standing there in a daze.
This made him feel weird...
He saw that Ah Xing, standing motionless.
His eyes were straight and his hands were hanging down.
The eye sockets are sunken and the eyes are empty.
Like a lost soul walking dead.
Jiang Xueming's smile froze on his face... He deliberately kept a safe distance and carefully observed every move of the person in front of him.
"I tricked you!~~" Bu Liuxing returned to normal in an instant: "Hahahahaha! Hahahahahaha!"
The smile on this happy man's face is almost squeezed into a chrysanthemum, and his thick eyebrows and big eyes are so bright that they are almost narrowed into slits.
He clutched his stomach with great satisfaction, poked Mr. Xueming's arm hard, and slapped his head hard, as if he remembered something.
"Oh oh oh! I'm sorry, your hand is injured, I won't touch it any more." Bu Liuxing shouted again: "I fooled you! I acted like one, right?! Aba Aba Abba!~~”
"Are you okay? You... nothing happened at all?" Jiang Xueming finally breathed a sigh of relief, then became vigilant again.
Seeing Mr. Xueming's nervous expression, Ah Xing looked nonchalant: "What? You don't believe it? Do you think I'm dead? You return the phone to me, I'll copy the information to you, and we'll exchange it back. So that you don't have to deal with it every day. It’s very unlucky to kneel three times and kowtow nine times while holding that pink mobile phone as a spiritual place.”
"Huh...huh..." Jiang Xueming finally believed it, this is the real fun guy, "Hehe...hehehehe...hahahahaha!"
"Hahahahaha!" Bu Liuxing also laughed: "I told you along the way, I want you to smile more! This is the first time I see you so happy, Brother Ming!"
"Hahahahahaha...bastard..." Jiang Xueming cursed: "How did you come out? Oh no! How did you get in? What did you see when you went in? That widow didn't do anything to you?"
"She told me a lot of things. On the way back, or in the bathhouse at Jiujie Station, I will explain it to you slowly - but there is one thing that is most important." A Xing said seriously.
Jiang Xueming: "What's the matter?"
"She has been a widow for so many years."
Bu Liuxing said emphatically, making neat and strange gestures with Mr. Xueming, and saying words with an explosion of information.
"I can't let her be a widow anymore."
