When I woke up, the wound on my hand had been bandaged, this time, I didn't see anyone looking at me earnestly, and then said to me: You finally woke up (as Pan Zi did to me before) . I just saw a very dim flashlight in the distance, and a fat man looking at his notebook in the flashlight halo, I sat up, except for dizziness, there was not much discomfort, I was surprised, at this moment I first What comes to mind is how Pan Zi can always keep up with the moment I wake up.
He must have been paying attention to me to find out that I was awake the moment I woke up, which, except for Pan Zi, probably no one can do it.
Sure enough, some people are irreplaceable.
I coughed, and the fat man looked up at me, his face green and green, a little gloomy. He asked, "Is it alright?"
"Okay, my head is a little dizzy." I said. The fat man said, "Your mother is too tired to climb down all the way, and then lost too much blood. The blood loss is not really big, but your body can't take it anymore. Just take a rest."
"How long have I been dizzy?" I asked him. He made a 2 gesture: "In a short time, the fat man just smoked half a pack of cigarettes, ate a chemical dehydrated biscuits and quarreled with the old woman."
I looked at my hand, and there were actually a few stitches on the palm of my hand. I didn't know if it was Fatty or Zhang Haixing. When he looked up and saw Fatty coming over, he found that there was even a wound on his hand, and the wound was covered up.
I cast an inquiring look and thought, "Could it be that Zhang Haixing finally couldn't bear Fatty and finally did it?" The fat man raised his hand and said, "After you fainted, I am too embarrassed to let you bleed and cry alone, fat master, so I found a spot in other places to continue your work with my fat. Glorious career, I think your little anemia has drawn such a big place, my blood will definitely be popular all over the country, I didn't expect that the blood will be all in a lump, and it will be useless."
He pointed at the place where he dripped blood with a flashlight, he couldn't see clearly from a distance, but he could see that his blood didn't spread along those textures at all, forming a dark pool on the ground.
"Could it be because your blood lipids are too high?" I asked.
"The blood lipids are high and the lubrication is high." Fatty said, "The old woman has also tried it. Her body should be considered healthy, and her blood is not good. It seems that only your blood can."
Speaking of Zhang Haixing, I didn't see her: "Hey, where's the old lady?"
"She's going out to send a telegram." Fatty said, "She's quick to report the situation here to Medog, and ask Zhang Haike to bring more people in. Otherwise, how can the few of us handle it like this."
I nodded, thinking that this old woman was brave enough to climb up such a dark and long road, but seeing that she was used to being alone, even if I wanted to take care of her with such a small body, I would only be able to burden.
Fatty continued: "From this point of view, the little brother's blood is also a factor for him to enter the bronze gate. After all, your blood and his blood have some similarities, although yours is not as useful as his."
"Yeah, why?" I looked at my wound and thought: Could it have something to do with my emotions or what I was eating?
"I think it's because he may be a unicorn in the womb." Fatty said, "I thought about it carefully just now, and I think the only explanation is this."
"What, Teddy Unicorn?" I didn't hear what the fat man was talking about. What did I mean by Teddy Unicorn? Did you mean the little unicorn with curly hair?
"No, have you heard of fetal hormones? It means that the old mother is a vegetarian and a Buddhist, so after pregnancy, the child has not eaten meat since she was pregnant. Isn't Tang Seng the fetal hormone? The unicorn in the womb is, His blood may have come from blood, inherited, and it may even have been inherited for several generations. Your blood is a commonplace product, and you made it yourself. Of course, it is weaker to become a monk halfway. "
I looked at the wound on my hand and thought to myself that the power of this unicorn blood is the same as that of wine.
Anyway, it's better than a fat man's blood full of waste oil.
I ate something, felt fully recovered, and went to see my results—the pattern of my blood on the ground.
As Fatty said, it is really a square box of different sizes, appearing in all the places where blood can spread. These squares are not very regular. Some are said to be squares, but in fact they can also be said to be triangles. They are changeable, and more tend to be round.
"Father, I ripped through all the notebooks, and I don't have any clues to tell us what these OOXXs mean."
I thought to myself that even if there were clues, you wouldn't be able to read foreign languages. Thinking of squatting down and closing your eyes. In this state, I can almost imagine what it would be like if all the walls were painted with my blood.
In my mind, the blood that stopped spreading continued to spread according to their inherent pattern, spreading to the walls and the top of the cave, spreading to all corners of the cave, and slowly forming a complete pattern.
I took a deep breath and imagined myself floating, spinning non-stop throughout the cave, slowly expanding the cave into a flat surface.
I opened my eyes.
"Do you remember the other meteorite we saw under the West Queen Mother City?" I asked.
The fat man nodded, and I tapped on these "areas framed by blood", "These are holes, just like that meteorite, this meteorite should also be full of holes, and the areas framed by these lines are all the holes. Location."
"It's so simple, then why, what are these holes marked for? I don't want to go in."
I scratched my head, I really can only guess a little here. Yeah, why would it take so much effort to mark the opening here? And, is this really what I think it is? When I think about it, I feel a little guilty again. If the fat man blows up with a grenade and finds that the bottom is solid, where should I put my old face?
I walked into one of the boxes and stomped my feet. It didn't seem like I felt any different. A feeling of powerlessness came over. Just guessing. What evidence is there that the bottom is hollow? Fatty is right, if you just point out the location of the hole, why bother to make such an ingenious mechanism.
I suddenly realized that there is something wrong with my current way of thinking. If I continue to think like this, there will be no results in this life.