I was at a loss for what to do. When he saw my confused expression, he could only wave his hand and say it. But I felt so stifled, so I asked him what he was going in for.
Why did it tell me that I was interested in that puppet? This time, I entered using the Sawtooth Sawhead to look for the puppet, leaving only its shell hanging on the floor. Looking for it continuously, I saw quite a few new spots, and almost couldn't get out.
He told me with disgust that the puppet's interior was indeed hollow, and when he threw it aside, he found that it was actually a corpse. Any moving puppet would definitely have a corpse inside that had their blood sucked out to act as fuel.
The corpse he brought out was wearing a down jacket. It was a foreign brand and it had only been dead for half a month. When the body was exposed to the light, it began to rot rapidly. In just half an hour, it turned from a bag of bones to nothing more than bones. The skin seemed to shrink and shrink as if it had been sawed open, hanging from the bones.
I told him not to disgust me. He smiled and said, "There's nothing much for now. I'll just accompany you to recuperate."
I thought to myself, why do you look so damn happy? Just as they were talking, someone knocked on the door. The one that followed Wei Yuting was Song Ping's father.
Thinking about how Song Ping was also lying in the ward, I couldn't help but feel guilty. If it wasn't for me, he might have escaped long ago. Professor Song, on the other hand, didn't think about this. He kindly asked me to recuperate, told me that Elder Li had been buried, and then called Wei Yuting and the rest out with his briefcase.
It was probably about the confidentiality agreement as well. After all, if it wasn't an accident along the way, then the one who is lying here right now might have been someone else. But he may not be as unlucky as I am.
Old Song somehow knew that I had woken up and rushed to the hospital in the afternoon. Towards Elder Li's death, he only said a few words with an indifferent expression: "Of course."
I don't have anything to say. Thinking about Elder Li's death now, it was too sudden. I still can't be sure. However, when he thought of it, his back would once again be covered in blood.
Song and Ping were discharged before me, and they came to grieve over not being able to share the pain and sorrow with me.
This period of time could be said to be the most cozy. Although he had spent his days in bed, his heart was at peace.
In the middle of it, I asked about my name. What was this? He couldn't even give me a picture, so he could only swear with all his heart that if he wasn't there, he would be a pig.
It was like a thorn stuck in my throat.
Three days after leaving the hospital, I was very comfortable. On the fourth day, I saw a face, which instantly shattered all the beautiful things.
Achilles continued, "I'll go with you for the next mission. This time, we don't need to go down. We'll find someone else …"
Not to mention looking for someone, I don't even want money. However, he had signed the agreement, so he could only ask some trivial questions. He had to leave or not. But this time there was no hurry, or rather the day after we got there Achilles "tied up" the woman and took her back to the hotel and then back to Shanghai.
As if everything was all right, just waiting for the final round to go to Maya and insert all the keys, and the mission would be over.
But this bastard definitely won't let me relax. When I hung up the phone and walked in front of Wei Yuting and me with a dark face, I really wanted to stick my signature string on the table in front of me.
"Bermuda Triangle."
What is the Bermuda Triangle? The Great Demon Triangle, the cradle of the sunken ships, and the devilish passageway to the alternate world. Even though there had been more than one international rumor breaking, the words that had popped into his head when he thought of this place were always the same ones from before. I was sitting on a plane in America and I couldn't sit still.
Of course we couldn't go directly to our destination. When we arrived in South Carolina, the three of us took the bus all the way to the beach, where a tattooed European man sat in a small boat and waved at us.
At first, we didn't even notice the man on the boat, but he just ran up to us and asked us in English, "Why aren't you guys paying attention to me? "Let's go. It's time to move out."
When I asked him what he was doing, he said carelessly, "Aren't we going to Bermuda?"
When we got on the boat, we found out that this bare-chested man in a flowery robe was here to pick us up. It looked rough, but it was just looking.
"How do you know it's us? What if I'm mistaken? "
"Two men and one woman, three Chinese come to the seaside to look for someone?" He pursed his lips. "Besides, these backpacks are of the same style."
In the end, I still didn't get my backpack back. After knowing about this, another one was kindly sent over. However, some of the items inside had been worn out, while others had not even been ripped off. There was also a certificate inside, the original owner was a blond foreign man.
This card is in the mezzanine. The fabric was clearly waterproof, but the documents were soaked in water everywhere except for the photos. When I opened it, the water inside was still wet, and I squeezed the paper with both hands.
It was just an interlude, and all I used was a flashlight and a rope. I bought my own nylon rope, but it didn't matter.
The boat was actually a rubber dinghy. It was wrapped in a layer of cowhide, and could only hold six people at most. The four of us occupied the first two rows, and the last two seats were strung with suits of diving gear.
My scalp tingled at the sight of the suit. This was a different situation compared to the river. It's just water pressure down there that's enough for me.
I don't know when I fell asleep, but when I woke up I saw that there was a white fog all around me. Wei Yuting and I had not woken up yet, and the kayak had stopped, swaying slightly with the waves.
John was watching the video with his headphones on. When he saw me wake up, he smiled and said, "We're here."