Chapter 12: Shadow Movement

The lighter's breath was still alive, and it must have been extinguished quickly after burning for a while, but the problem was that I couldn't see any fire, and it was dark in front of me.

At that moment, I didn't react at all. I subconsciously thought something was blinding my eyes, and I touched my eyelashes with my hands and realized that it wasn't. Then I wondered, thinking what's wrong with this.

Is the fog here too thick? I lit up my watch and put it in front of me, but it was still pitch black. And I gradually realized that this blackness was extremely even.

I was still very confused because I didn't have any concept in my mind, so I almost couldn't touch my mind. I waved my hand hard, trying to dispel the darkness in front of me, and always felt that I could push the darkness away with a wave of my hand. But it was useless.

It took me a long time to calm down and think carefully about what happened. It was pitch black outside and there was no sound. Did something happen when I was sleeping that blocked all the light?

But this doesn't make sense. I can't see the light just so close. As I thought about it, I slowly reacted and a thought that made me sweat.

It is impossible to block the light. In this case, am I blind?

I couldn't believe that I had never had such a concept in my mind, which was too abrupt. But I was already scared inside. The fear was different from any previous fear, and even far exceeded the fear of death. I began to rub my eyes hard, subconsciously blinked hard, and stopped until my eyes were so painful that I couldn't open.

Then I immediately thought of Pan Zi, crawled over and pushed him, trying to wake him up and asked him if he could see the light. After pushing a few times, I found that his whole body was very hot, and obviously he had a low fever again. I shook it for a long time but didn't wake up.

I sat down and thought it was terrible. After taking a few deep breaths, I immediately remembered the Duoyou Bottle and Fatty. If I was really blind, then this was a kind of violent blindness. There must be a reason for violent blindness. For example, if light burns or poisoning, it is impossible for people to lose blindness for no reason. Therefore, it is very likely that I am not the only one who suffers.

If they weren't blind and I was the only one who was killed, then they might be outside the tent, but they didn't make any noise. I immediately climbed to the edge of the tent, listened to the movement outside, and shouted softly: "Fatty!"

After waiting for a while, no one responded.

I screamed very lightly. It is impossible to hear it in such a quiet environment, unless both of them fell asleep, but it is absolutely impossible for the Mujiu Bottle to fall asleep.

My cold sweat came down, thinking that something must have happened to them, so I sat back, thinking about our speculation a few hours ago, I suddenly became frustrated, thinking: Is this the mutation that the third uncle and the others encountered?

Can camping here blind people?

My mind was so messy that I couldn't understand it at all. We thought of countless possibilities, but we never thought it would be like this.

In such a place, for a normal team of people, this sudden blindness is equivalent to the death of all people, and is even more terrifying than death.

I was trembling all over, and countless pictures flashed through my mind. I thought of me fumbled in the rain forest, unable to see anything, and there was no blind adaptation to hearing, death was only a matter of time, and I was afraid I would have experienced a long and terrifying experience before death.

But, what exactly caused me to blindness? What did I eat? We didn't care about compressed biscuits all the way. Could it be this ruin?

I was quite calm, probably because I still couldn't accept the fact that I was blind. At this moment, suddenly, a strange voice came from outside the tent, quite far away.

I immediately shivered and listened to it. I heard that it was actually what we heard in the rain forest. The voices similar to static electricity of the walkie-talkie, which were everywhere, sometimes high and sometimes low, and indescribable.

The hideous figure standing like a snake appeared in my mind, and my throat couldn't help but tighten. Why is this thing still gloomy?

What exactly is making such a sound? Is it Aning? If I could see it in my eyes, I really wanted to take a look at it. At this time, I was blind.

However, even if this thing is not a snake, it must have been acting with those snakes. Obviously, there was a poisonous snake near this camp. I immediately thought of the curtain of the tent. Did I close the door of the tent just now? I couldn't see it and didn't know, so I had to touch it.

Thinking of exploring the curtains of the tent immediately, I felt trembling and just touched me, I suddenly squeezed into the door and knocked me down. As soon as I got up, I was immediately pressed down and covered with my mouth.

I was so scared that I was half scared, but then I smelled the sweat on the fat man's body, and then something was pressed on my face. When I touched it, it was a gas mask.

I immediately stopped struggling, put on the mask, and heard the fat man lower his voice and said, "Don't panic, this fog is poisonous, you can see it after you put on the mask. Don't speak loudly, the camp is surrounded by snakes."

I nodded immediately after hearing this, the fat man let me go, and I asked softly, "Where did you go just now?"

"My son is a long story," said the fat man, "Do you think it's easy to find a few gas masks in the dark?"

I scolded you and told me not to listen to me. At this time, the strange static electricity sounded again, and it was much closer to us. The fat man immediately shrewd nervously: "Don't talk."

I immediately fell silent, and then I heard the fat man flipping things. After a few strokes, I didn't know what he had found and stuffed it into my hand. When I touched it, I found that it was a dagger. I thought to myself, what are you going to do, and I heard him seemingly touching the entrance of the tent.

I immediately touched him and grabbed him, not letting him move. He broke away and said softly, "My brother has been bitten, I have to save him immediately. You must not move when you stay here, and you will talk about it when you can see it!"

When I heard this, my mind exploded and thought, "No," but before I could figure it out, the fat man went out. I was stuck there and felt a dizzy moment.

The first thing I was shocked was that the oil bottle was bitten. The fat man didn't say anything clearly, but those snakes were extremely poisonous. I dare not think about whether they could be saved after being bitten. Then the time was that the oil bottle had such skills and vigilance, and he would even be bitten. What was going on outside?

I was anxious and wanted to go out and see it immediately, but he couldn't see anything. At this time, I thought of an ominous idea, what if the fat man was also caught? It would be terrible to me here alone, with Pan Zi.

The anxiety was indescribable, and I was pitch black in front of me. I didn’t know how much time it would take to recover. The situation outside was extremely dangerous. I touched the dagger in my hand, and my whole body was as stiff as if I was dead. I thought I didn’t know if the fat man gave me this thing to commit suicide or defend myself.

But I had no choice but to do nothing, I could only sit there. While listening to the movements outside, I shrank my body to suppress the feeling of fighting on my body.

I can't hear any sound outside, and I can't imagine what it looks like outside. The static sound did not continue to move closer, but it was always intermittent. The distance was the closest place on the edge of our camp, but it did not get closer.

I don’t know how long it took—I had no idea of ​​time at all, and my mind was completely blank during that period—I relaxed a little bit, and I couldn’t sustain an emotion. After I reached the limit, my body softened.

Gradually, my eyes began to get confused, and the black began to fade, but it was not like a tide, but the black became fainter, and a layer of misty gray mist appeared in the black in front of me.

I breathed a sigh of relief and finally could see the light. I didn't know how to recover faster, so I kept blinking.

Slowly, the gray layer became whiter and whiter, and the progress was very fast, and some outlines soon appeared in the gray.

This may be a bit like something that can be seen from high myopia. I turned my head and found that the light in front of me should be caused by the mineral lamp not being turned off. I raised it and shone it around. Sure enough, the light and shadow in front of me changed. It was indeed my eyes that had improved.

But I still can't tell where the exit of the tent is now, and I can only see some general shadows.

I have heard that Mao Zedong was crying after his cataract surgery. Now I can deeply understand this feeling of sadness and joy. Many things really have to be lost before they can be precious. Just when I was planning to look at Pan Zi with my blurry vision, I suddenly saw that there was a shadow moving in the dark shadow in front of me.

The situation in front of me was very blurry, and even the outline was indistinguishable, but I could know that something was moving in front of me. I didn't believe in my vision very much. I thought it was an illusion caused by visual recovery, so I ignored it and touched Pan Zi bit by bit. Soon I touched Pan Zi's hand. The temperature was normal. I was surprised and I actually subsided. Well, I couldn't give him an injection now.

I went to touch the kettle and wanted to give him a few sips of water. When I turned around, I suddenly saw something flashing in front of me. This time, because my eyesight gradually improved, I found that the movements of the shadows passing by me were very strange, not like an illusion.

I was stunned for a moment, then turned my face to the direction of the shadow, and looked desperately, and saw a vague black shadow like fog, which turned out to be a thing with limbs.

I got goose bumps all over and thought to myself: Is there something else in this tent? Something came in when I was blind just now?

Fatty? The oil bottle? But they won’t stop talking, I squeezed the dagger tightly.

The shadow moved again, moving very quickly, and I couldn't help but shout softly: "Who?"

The shadow suddenly stopped, and then moved faster. I saw it running to a place, shaking constantly. My eyesight gradually gathered, and the movement became more and more vivid. I realized it was turning a backpack, it was looking for something, and I smelled a scent of swamp mud.

I immediately said "Oh" in my heart, thinking that this person must be smearing mud, who is it? Thinking of it, I slowly moved my body and wanted to get closer and take a look.

Before I could pounce, the shadow swayed again, then stood up and moved quickly. I couldn't react and my mind turned around for a moment, and then I found that it was missing.

All this happened too quickly, and I was a little confused. I thought to myself that this was my illusion. I thought about what I saw in the TV series. The vision would be delayed at the beginning of the Ming Dynasty. Did I just see the situation when the fat man came in?

But almost at the same time, suddenly, it was lit and dark accompanied by violent panting. I saw a large overlapping shadow rushing in and almost fell in. I heard the fat man gasping for anger: "Switch off the lights! Turn off the mine lights!"

I couldn't react and he snatched it away. The light turned off and the light around me sank. He immediately whispered: "Let's go down, be quiet, no matter what happens, don't make any sound."

I immediately lay down and could feel the fat man lying down. At first, he could hear his breathing, but he could feel as he tried his best to restrain himself. Soon his breathing became very weak. I was wondering why I wanted to lie down, but suddenly I heard a dull "bang", as if something had hit the tent next door, and it was extremely heavy. Then, another moment, I could hear the brittle cracking of the bracket breaking. Then I heard the sound of the tent collapse, and it was obvious that the tent next door was ruined.

My face turned blue. Before I could react, our tent suddenly shook and was obviously inserted into it.
Chapter completed!