The instant he fell, Mallory's other hand grabbed a bed leg, and his feet stomped on the stone wall below, seemingly stomping on something, which temporarily stabilized his body.
After catching his breath, Mallory grabbed the bed leg with one hand and the edge of the stone platform with the other, and took a cautious glance at the stone pillar below.
This is too high, right?
A fall would shatter his bones!
Calm down a bit, Mallory hands together with force, ready to climb back to the wooden bed.
At that moment, he suddenly found some carvings on the stone pillar underneath him.
Looking over carefully, he found that those carvings were marked scales.
This scale around his body was ...1000 meters.
Further down, there seemed to be words like 999 meters.
His bare feet just now is because he stomped on the scale of the stone wall only slightly to lend some strength.
It seems that his previous estimate of the height of the stone pillar was good, and now he is indeed at a height of a thousand meters.
There is a scale on the stone pillar, which means that this stone pillar is not naturally formed, but man-made construction.
Who built such a stone pillar a thousand meters high, and while he was sleeping, his bed to the top of this stone pillar to lift it?
The four legs of the bed were also riveted.
It was as if they were experimenting with mice.
Why was I chosen?
A feeling of powerlessness rushed to Mallory's heart.
While there was still a trace of strength, Mallory struggled to roll back onto the wooden bedpan and lay down flat with a gasp.
"If I let me find out ..."
"If I find out who did this ..."
"I'll strap him to a rocket and launch him into space!"
Mallory was furious.
...
Hunger made Mallory's mind drift off for a while, then awake.
After a day in the sun, he became incredibly thirsty.
Although he would like to be able to drink as much rain as last night, but he does not want to experience the thunderstorm of last night again.
Lightning and thunder, it felt like he was going to hang up at any moment and be burnt to a crisp.
It was miserable!
When the sun was about to set, the quilts and padded mattresses were five parts dry.
The pillows were only about three percent dry.
Mallory's clothes were dry.
There was a slight breeze, blowing on Mallory's body, and even with the dry pajamas, it still felt a little cold.
Without food, it was hard to warm up the half-wet pad and quilt with the energy in his body, but covering his body could at least protect him from the wind.
It was getting dark.
It was cold, getting colder and colder.
The wet and cold quilt makes you feel like you are in an ice cellar.
If this continues, you will get rheumatism!
I don't even have a life, so what about rheumatism?
...
Today's night is not as dark as last night.
Because of the moon.
A very cold moon hangs in the night sky, reflecting on Mallory's face on the bed, which is also very cold.
"Seeking and searching, cold and clear, miserable and tragic. It's hard to rest when it's still warm and cold. How can three glasses or two of light wine beat the wind that comes in the evening? When the geese pass by, they are sad, but they know each other from the old days."
"Yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground. Who can pick them now? How can I be alone in the dark when I'm guarding the window? The wutong trees and the fine rain, to dusk dripping. What a sad word!"
"I'm so miserable!"
"In the poems, at least you can still watch the wutong trees and the rain, but what about me now?"
"I'm just watching a pillar!"
After chanting a poem, Mallory sympathized with his current situation.
Miserable and miserable.
These six words sum it up very well.
The person who wrote this poem is so damn talented!
After a long sigh, Mallory fell asleep in a daze.
...
The night was quiet.
There was no lightning and thunder, and no ****.
When the day dawned again, Mallory also woke up slowly from his sleep.
Cold, clear and cold.
He did not sit up.
After looking at the sky and confirming that he was still trapped at the top of Stonehenge, his heart was once again filled with despair.
His body was unusually weak, and his fatigue was not relieved by a good night's sleep.
His arms and legs were almost devoid of sensation.
It was as if this body no longer belonged to him and his soul was merely residing here temporarily.
He knew it was because of hunger and thirst.
Hunger and thirst prevented his body from getting enough energy to replenish itself, which caused his body functions to begin to decline.
His whole body organs will also slowly fail as a result, and then death will come.
Unless something miraculous happens during this period.
For example, someone found him and arranged a helicopter to rescue him or something like that.
But right now, it seems unlikely that help will come.
Mallory had already decided to jump from the top of the pillar before his body was fully exhausted and before death came, if help didn't come.
Even if he died, at least let people know that he died, know that he died in what.
Otherwise his life would be too meaningless.
A life without meaning is worse than being a salted fish.
Think of salted fish ...
It would be nice to have a salted fish.
Mallory licked his dry, cracked lips.
...
Today is a sunny day.
No rain to quench the thirst.
And certainly no food.
Had to keep going.
Mallory didn't even have the strength to sit up, so he just kept lying down.
Lying down and waiting to die.
Continue to sleep is probably the best option for now.
If you die in sleep, perhaps not so painful.
Although then no one would know that he died here.
Let his life become meaningless.
After all, what do you care about meaning?
Soon Mallory found a problem ... he found he couldn't sleep today.
I don't know if it's because of too much sleep, anyway, just can't sleep, even eyes don't want to close.
Dry lying is really hard.
The whole body is very difficult, indescribably uncomfortable.
There is also an inexplicable anger.
Although the anger, Mallory no longer want to pursue such questions as 'Why me? 'Why did you do this to me?' Who is doing this to me?' and so on.
There was no point.
His anger was unprovoked, probably just anger at why he couldn't sleep anymore.
It would have been nice to have a cell phone, at least to read a web novel to pass the time.
But now he has nothing, nothing to do.
A person who is bored to such an extent can be mentally disturbed.
Mallory felt that he was on the verge of insanity and collapse.
A rumbling sound went by.
Mallory knew it was a civilian airliner flying from a very high altitude.
Several times a day, airliners passed over his head.
He doesn't expect them to see him anymore, so he doesn't bother bouncing, shouting, or waving.
But this time, there was something not quite right about the rumbling sound.
It was loud and seemed to be nearby.
It was getting closer and closer.
Mallory subconsciously glanced in the direction where the sound was coming from and saw a scene in the air and couldn't help but stare.
The civilian airliner flew very low and became clearer and clearer in his field of vision.
So clear that Mallory could almost make out the portholes on the fuselage of the plane.
"Help! I'm over here!" Mallory instinctively stood up and waved his hand at the civilian airliner.
A dead horse is a living horse, what if it is saved?
After Mallory waved his hand, the airliner actually turned around in the air, and although Mallory didn't think it was his cry for help, the airliner actually came towards Stonehenge after changing its course!
"Help me! Can you see me?" Mallory waved her hand vigorously, trying to increase the possibility of being seen by the pilot of the civilian airliner.
'Bang!' There was a muffled sound.
A huge smoke suddenly came out from the side engine of the civilian airliner.
The plane's fuselage also trembled violently.
The nose of the plane pressed down and started to dive downward.
No way! Is this the rhythm of an air crash?
The problem was that ... the plane was diving towards this stone pillar where he was at the moment!