Chapter 1783 Survival Game 34
The waiting time was so long this time that I almost fell asleep before one group qualified.
Four people walked in wet, their faces pale and muddled, like water ghosts.
After entering, I was also stunned by the empty room. The room originally had many beds and many people, but now there are only eight solitary beds, four on the left and four on the right.
Seeing that there were already people on one side, they chose the other side.
Being wet, they chose to sit on the ground first, took off their coats, and hung them on the bed railing to dry. This is underground, but the air is not humid. On the contrary, the wind sent from the ventilation ducts is a bit dry. After the blood stains on the ground were cleaned, it didn't take long to dry. There were no traces of mopping at all, and the clothes should be able to dry.
There were nine people in total, just staying like this without making any sound.
I don't know how long it took, but a person in the opposite group suddenly started crying. It was a silent cry, a grinning cry, his face was wet with tears, but there was no sound. As he cried, he covered his mouth with his hands, as if the pain could only be poured out through tears.
Everyone in Xi Ning's group looked at him with expressionless faces.
A person on the opposite side spoke out, his voice was very calm, and it could form some echoes in the empty room: "One of his friends was eaten by a shark...a very good friend."
No wonder there are only four people in this group. When leaving, the screams of the contestants being chased by sharks could be vaguely heard for a long way into the passage.
The Virgin Man couldn't help but ask: "How many people are there up there?"
"I don't know." The calmness was so chilling: "But now that we have meat as bait, we can fish."
That unlucky guy? The fish he finally caught was robbed, his life was lost, and he was used as bait after his death. If there is a soul after death, as in legend, it will float next to the body for a period of time and see what happens after death. How would he feel about the other contestants frantically snatching the flesh from his corpse?
Maybe there is no feeling, just like looking at other people's things. After all, they are already dead. If they are not brought by life, they will not be taken away by death. Just like the body owner of some tasks, what happens after death is like a story, recorded in the memory.
After the man finished speaking, he looked at them quietly for a long time. When he saw the injured man lifting up his trouser leg to reveal the stitched wound, he suddenly asked: "Why didn't the shark touch you?"
Yes, why? When sharks smell blood, they become bloody and more aggressive.
Xining responded: "His wound has been open for three days and the blood has dried long ago."
The injured man took the last hit: "We are not sharks, how do we know? It's probably because the sharks here are relatively slow to react. They didn't think about eating until we landed."
If you hear it every day, you might find it funny. But at this time, no one could laugh. Several people tried their best to swim to the shore in the sea, but they were still bitten by a shark with a huge mouth full of sharp teeth.
There was only one scream, and some were dragged down without even making a sound. Only streams of blood emerged from the sea.
After hearing this, maybe the other party thought that the explanation made sense, so he stopped asking, closed his eyes, leaned against the wall, and rested his mind.
The time this time was particularly long, and the only sound that could be heard from time to time in the whole room was the intermittent heavy breathing from the seam. His condition became worse and worse, and it felt a little hot even if he stretched out his hand to touch his forehead. The body temperature rose very quickly, and even though he had been uncomfortable, it seemed a bit unscientific.
So what if it’s unscientific? Reality is reality. Without any medicine, it is difficult to survive after a wound becomes infected. Even if he survives until the next game tomorrow, he may not be able to stand up by then. No need for Xi Ning to say anything. The Virgin Man tore off one edge of a sheet, went to the toilet to wet the cloth, folded it into a suitable size, and placed it on his forehead. He also opened his coat, hoping that it would lower the temperature. body temperature.
The younger brother was taking care of me. After I felt the cloth being heated, I went to the toilet to cool it with water and then came back to apply it. From time to time, he even whispered comfort, saying that since Angkor was here, everyone would work out a solution together, and we would be able to survive the next game.
They were a unit. When they were in poverty, they held together to keep warm, fought off loan sharks, pooled money to buy food, and cooked noodles and vegetables together. Although everyone is poor and in debt, they work hard every day and live as happily as possible.
After Wu Bingcheng comes back, everyone will carry their brothers through the game even if they carry him.
Although this statement is unrealistic, it also gives great hope for having the belly stitched. In despair, even a glimmer of possibility is like a life-saving straw, giving people hope to survive.
After a long time, another group finally came.
When the first person entered, the younger brother became happy and pushed up his sleepy stomach: "It's Angkor. The Angkor group is back! I said that with Angkor here, there will be no problem."< br>
Stitch's eyes suddenly opened, and he actually sat up on his own, with a look of joy on his face.
But gradually the smile on his face solidified, and a total of three people came in, just three.
"Angkor, where are the people of Angkor?" The younger brother stared in disbelief, murmured, stood up, and walked over: "Angkor, Angkor?"
As he spoke, he looked towards the door, but there were still two people who hadn't come in yet, and even the door was closed again.
Wu Bingcheng didn't come in. The younger brother panicked and grabbed one of the brothers, who was also living with them, and yelled at him with splitting eyes: "Where is Angkor?"
The brother suddenly grinned and howled. There is no need to say anything anymore, the answer is obvious.
It's a tragic scene again, parting between life and death, it's so sad and regretful. Xining watched with squinted eyes, trying his best to show that he was numb due to exhaustion.
But Wu Bingcheng didn't come back, which was a bit surprising. As the eldest brother with four younger brothers, he is the most likely person to become the opponent of the Virgin Man after the male villain group fails. But the main god of this world didn't seem to favor him and let him receive the lunch box this time.
His eyes tilted slightly, and he saw No. 51 from under his narrow eyelids. In the final battle, did this guy take the second male position?
"You're crying, tell me, where are Angkor and the people of Angkor?" The younger brother grabbed the other person's collar and shook it violently, as if Wu Bingcheng could shake it out if he shook it hard.
Finally, he was shaken so much that he pushed his little brother away, crying and howling: "He didn't come back, Brother Angkor didn't come back, did you hear me? He can't come back!" Then he squatted on the ground, in pain. He rubbed his hair with his hands and cried.
The other two people looked at each other, and with just one glance, Xi Ning knew that there was adultery. No, there is a ghost!
One of them went to comfort the little brother who was squatting on the ground, and the other grabbed the little brother who was still trying to pull him up and asked what happened. He asked the little brother to calm down for a while and then go to the side and talk slowly.
(End of chapter)