The mentality of others is far less peaceful than that of a san-value monster like Nanzhou.
The scene just now was a terrifying fantasy that countless children had in their childhood staring at the window.
- In the middle of the night, in the shadow of the shaking curtains, a head full of voyeuristic desire will slowly stick out.
Even Lu Bifang was a little hairy. He strode upstairs and reported to He Yinchuan everything they had investigated and what they had just witnessed.
He Yinchuan was very indifferent.
"I know." He Yinchuan stretched out his hand and hugged Zhou Ao's shoulder affectionately, "Little Wu found that thing a few minutes ago."
Zhou Ao: "..." I'm two years older than you, thank you.
Lu Bifang said worriedly, "Then what should we do?"
Zhou Ao cherishes his words like gold: "There is a way."
"Just now, Xiao Zhou found that someone was eavesdropping outside and made a gesture to me. I just played a trick."
He Yinchuan blinked playfully and made a footnote to Zhou Ao's concise words: "—I deliberately chatted with Xiao Liang and Xiao Zhou, saying that when we came down from the bottom of the mountain, we saw someone going to climb the mountain."
Lu Bifang's tense heart suddenly relaxed.
In this way, the person who came to investigate will get false information.
Since this group of climbers cares so much about mountain climbers, they will not sit idly by the news.
Nan Zhou's breathing was not steady: "There are at least four of them, and they won't all leave."
He Yinchuan's understanding is very clear, and he is not too complacent: "A little less is a little bit. We are discussing what to do next."
The teammates were very worry-free and arranged everything carefully, so Nan Zhou felt a little more at ease.
His body swayed, and he barely took off the goggles with almost a struggle.
The journey back and forth more than half an hour just now, and the whole journey was bathed under the silvery giant moon, which consumed too much of his physical strength.
He didn't make a sound, just leaned against Jiang Fang and supported the wall with one hand, panting out of pity.
Nan Zhou was originally a handsome and romantic appearance. Now, after the snow falling on his eyelashes was quickly melted by room temperature, he looked like a tearful aggrieved face.
Noticing that Nan Zhou was sweating profusely, Liang Shu made a quick gesture to Jiang Fang.
Jiang Fang understood and picked Nan Zhou up.
Nan Zhou: "… "
Nan Zhou has never enjoyed this kind of treatment.
Like a cat being picked up belly up for the first time, he frequently turned sideways to the ground.
Not out of shyness.
He was worried that Jiang Fang would not be able to hold him steady and would throw him off.
When he was carried to a room with only an empty bed frame and placed on a cold and hard bed, Nan Zhou was still a little bit unable to regain his senses.
Liang Shu was a military doctor. According to her attributes, most of the props assigned to her by the system were medical equipment.
She measured Nan Zhou's heartbeat and blood pressure, and asked, "What's your normal blood pressure?"
Nan Zhou shook his head quietly.
Liang Shu was puzzled by his actions: "I haven't tested it, or I still don't know?"
Nan Zhou: "I haven't tested it for a long time."
Liang Shu pressed a few points on his head: "Does it hurt?"
Nan Zhou shook his head again.
After asking a few questions, Liang Shu's serious face relaxed a little, and the tail of his cat-like pointed eyes naturally curled up, returning to a charming and affectionate demeanor.
Liang Shu: "I just don't think you have altitude sickness."
Li Yinhang, who followed him all the way in, was quite nervous: "What's the problem?"
Liang Shu thought about it and said, "At the moment, it seems... just weak."
Li Yinhang: "..." God is weak.
She couldn't figure out why Nanzhou had such severe discomfort if it wasn't for altitude sickness.
… It's almost like a different person.
"Rejoice. High antis will kill people." Liang Shu smiled, "I won't be weak."
Nan Zhou responded indifferently: "At a time like this, physical weakness will also kill you."
Liang Shu's words were indeed mostly comforting, but she didn't expect Nan Zhou to be so awake, so she couldn't help laughing: "Don't worry. It doesn't matter if you are weak or something else, according to the personality of our He team, we will carry you up. ."
Nan Zhou: "It's not a question of who is responsible for who."
Nan Zhou: "The physical fitness of those climbers is very good. Comparing their physical fitness alone, they may not win."
Liang Shu shrugged, half comforting and half serious: "The quality is good, but the brain may not be."
She stood up and patted Nan Zhou's shoulder lightly, as if she didn't want to talk about it: "Have a good rest, Team He and the others will come up with good ideas."
The quintet completely put them in a protective position.
This was out of good intentions, and it was the most efficient way at the moment, so Nan Zhou didn't say much.
After bringing him to the door, Liang Shu turned his face and saw Lin Zhisong by the door.
He dragged Liang Shu out of several rooms before asking cautiously in a low voice, "How is it?"
Liang Shu knew who he was asking.
She answered truthfully: "tachycardia, low body temperature, pale lips, profuse cold sweats, and no trauma on the body. It's just a physical weakness."
Lin Zhisong's eyes flickered: "Oh."
Liang Shu saw what was on his mind, and slowly put on the gloves: "Don't worry, it's not pretending."
Lin Zhisong nodded lightly.
Liang Shu: "Where did you see him, do you remember?"
Lin Zhisong uttered a syllable with unknown meaning, and he didn't know whether he remembered it, or just made a sound to Liang Shu in response.
Liang Shu smiled.
This little brother Lin has a very strange personality.
Not to be out of place, but a typical inorganic man who is easily immersed in his own world.
Lin Zhisong followed Liang Shu and walked to the room where Team He was.
He suddenly asked, "Sister Liang. What did he say his name was?"
Liang Shu: "Who? Nan Zhou?"
Lin Zhisong nodded knowingly, but did not speak again.
Liang Shu had long been accustomed to his weirdness and walked forward without looking back.
Lin Zhisong silently recited this name:
Nanzhou... Nanzhou
Even the name is familiar.
…
Li Yinhang hugged the bed rail and watched Nan Zhou, whose lips were pale, holding a pot of 70-degree boiling water that Lu Bifang had just sent him with a heating rod.
I have to admit that with the backing of "bronze", she didn't consciously relax.
Although she knew that the five climbers were agile and strange, it was difficult for her to bring up a strong sense of crisis when she was with the police uncles.
Nan Zhou pretended to drink water wholeheartedly.
No one knew what was going on in his mind.
The ubiquitous moonlight poured in from the window, inlaying his outline into a furry, soft look.
Jiang Fang easily saw through him: "What are you thinking about?"
Nan Zhou put down the green marching pot: "Why is the copy called 'Fear of the Full Moon'?"
Li Yinhang wanted to cut in and persuade him to take a good rest and not to think too much when he was not feeling well, but after thinking about it, she still obediently shut up.
She knew that neither Nan Zhou nor Jiang Fang would depend on others.
Jiang Fang pointed out what he was thinking: "Do you think the moon is the key to breaking the game?"
Nan Zhou: "Of course."
Nan Zhou made a half circle with one hand: "It must be so big for a reason."
Jiang Fang laughed.
Nan Zhou's ideas are always strange and interesting.
There's still some truth to it.
Nan Zhou looked at him: "... laugh at me."
Jiang Fang touched his hair: "No."
Nan Zhou turned his attention to the marching pot again.
The jug swayed with fine silver light, holding half a jug of water and half a jug of moon.
But when he thought of the giant moon of unknown origin, the half-pot of water left was no longer attractive to Nan Zhou.
He slowly screwed up the bottle and said to himself, "Also, why did they kill people?"
According to climbers, Luna is a man-eating monster.
True believers should not remind Nanzhou and the others at all, but send sacrifices to the gods they admire.
But they obviously didn't even allow them to do the action of "going up the mountain".
In this way, who will pay tribute to the Moon God
Will Luna not starve to death
Nan Zhou intuitively said this speculation, and wanted to make Jiang Fang laugh again.
He didn't want Jiang Fang to laugh at his thoughts.
But Jiang Fang smiled and looked good.
… what a dilemma.
Jiang Fang took the kettle in his hand and twisted it two more times before the stopper was really tightened.
Nan Zhou looked at his actions: "You don't seem to be greatly affected."
He was referring to his fear of heights.
Jiang Fang smiled and said, "Fortunately, we are only mountain climbing, not rock climbing."
Nan Zhou said frankly: "Well. I'm relieved."
Seeing him say the word "rest assured" in such a serious manner, Jiang Fang couldn't help laughing casually: "Why do you care so much about me? Do you have me in your heart?"
Nan Zhou touched his chest, measured it carefully, and said cautiously, "Of course I have you in my heart."
Jiang Fang: "..."
Li Yinhang: "..." No, they are not avoiding people when they say such things now
Nan Zhou asked in confusion: "Do you need to ask? Don't you have me in your heart?"
Jiang Fang: "..." He got a little tinnitus after being hit by this straight ball.
Jiang Fang let out a low cough, his cheeks flushed slightly, and quickly changed the subject: "Are you hungry? I just found some compressed biscuits."
Nan Zhou: "Yeah."
The compressed biscuits found in the small building are surprisingly poor in texture and taste.
In terms of taste, it is not much different from eating a thickened version of straw paper.
But Nan Zhou was holding the biscuit bag and biting, and there was no sign of disgust.
… In short, it looks very well fed.
Nan Zhou slowly finished a pack of compressed biscuits, put the cold-afraid Nanji Xing out of the warehouse to get some air, fed it a few mouthfuls of cookie crumbs, and waved to Jiang Fang to see if he could put himself away. Go into the warehouse.
… and as a result, unexpectedly not.
The cold-proof props on Nan Zhou's body are all temporary props provided by the system for the task.
According to the algorithm of the system, each cold protection prop exists independently.
Even gloves are divided into gloves (left) and gloves (right).
In other words, even if Nanzhou and the others got it, these temporary props could not be counted as part of their body.
As a result, when Jiang Fang was thinking about Nan Zhou and forcibly dragging him into the warehouse, Nan Zhou's whole body of cold-proof equipment was blown up and fell to the ground.
It was a deadly low temperature of about minus 30 degrees outside.
And looking at the angle of the moon's movement, it's not midnight yet.
The coldest time of the day is yet to come.
That is to say, once the dungeon racing really starts, in the extreme cold, as long as Nan Zhou chooses to be put into the warehouse, it will be impossible to come out again.
Otherwise, he wouldn't even have time to put on this heavy and heavy equipment in the ice and snow, and he would be frostbitten and frozen in a very short period of time, which would even affect his mobility.
This also means that if he chooses to enter the warehouse, he will hand over his fate to others.
For Nanzhou, this is not the best option unless it is a last resort.
Nan Zhou walked out of the warehouse and put on the equipment again.
... literally wearing a sweat.
When he finished getting dressed and leaned on the bed to rest for a while, He Yinchuan, who was fully armed, pushed open the door, raised his eyebrows at the three of them in high spirits, and made a mouthful.
"Pack up and get ready to go."
…
After the gecko man went back and reported the whereabouts of the climbers down the mountain, the hammer man who looked like the captain frowned for a long time, and asked the black bear man and the gecko man to go down the mountain to check the situation.
The Hammer Man and the Ice Hoe Woman remained.
Two hours later, the small cement building disappeared out of thin air.
But the faces of the Hammer Man and the Ice Hoe Woman were as if their facial nerves were paralyzed by the wind blowing from the snow-capped mountains, and their faces were expressionless, as if such miracles were commonplace to them.
On the vast snowy field, eight figures were busy setting up tents, as if they were planning to set up camp in place.
The Hammer Man was watching their every movement across the snow.
… They are the ones who might go up the mountain.
…their words cannot be believed.
… all lies.
Probably because of their familiarity, their windproof tent was quickly set up, and the windproof lamp inside also lit up warmly, reflecting a dazzling golden color on the snow.
It's just that with the first move of the moon, most of the gold was also taken away by the silver, and it looked a lot bleak.
After a few dark shadows in the tent swayed for a while, they all fell asleep.
Two windbreak lamps were turned off, and only one remained, and shadowy figures showed a figure sitting in the tent.
Probably the night watchman.
Staring at such a snowfield for a long time without eye protection is prone to snow blindness.
But the two people who stayed at the camp just stared at the tent with dry eyes and looked at the tent several hundred meters away.
Just like the moon in the sky, there is no emotion in their eyes, just the cold light of staring and observing.
After about an hour and a half.
Bear Man and Gecko Man reappear next to the camp tent.
They shook their heads in silence, indicating that they had not been able to find their target.
The hammer man lowered his head, his eyes as black as dead wood stared at the snowdrift in front of him, and he didn't turn, like a corpse.
He suddenly got up, stepped on the snow all the way, panting violently, and ran towards the camp where they had been observing for nearly two hours.
creak, creak.
The loose snow was smashed down by his rough steps, and then quickly froze in an instant, condensing into dirty footprints.
... The person who was vigilant in the tent, I don't know when it started, and he didn't move again.
Rushing to the front of the tent, he suddenly opened the tent curtain—
Inside were several sleeping bags for first aid training stuffed with thick cold-proof mattresses.
There are also two full scale dummies in full winter clothing.
Even the hair can be imitated clearly.
- This is Liang Shu's usual prop doll.
B-level props, doctor stand-ins.
It can not only be used to practice first aid, but also can be used to confuse you at a critical time.
Limited to 5 pieces, these are the last two.
There was no one in the tent.
Under Hammer Man's sullen gaze, Bear Man, who followed him, also saw the situation inside the tent.
He let out a low growl, grabbed it with his bare hands, lifted the more than 100-pound puppet in the air, and with a hand grabbed it, the head shattered on the spot.
The hammer man tightened his gray-blue fingers holding the hammer: "... Chase."
"Can't let them see... Luna..."
"Never. . . . Never."
…
According to the topographic map drawn by Zhou Ao in the cement building where they had the advantage of view, there was a snow hill 50 meters away from the building.
Based on the GPS data and the camp location data measured by Lu Bifang just now, Lin Zhisong started modeling and simulated a more accurate visual blind path that was specifically aimed at the camper's camp perspective.
As long as you come to the snow hill, you can slowly detour to the other side of the mountain and completely disappear from the sight of the few strange climbers.
According to He Yinchuan's plan, they needed to use the lighted tent to attract the other party's full attention, then pretend to rest, turn off the two lights, and hide their figure in the dark place where the lamp shadow cannot be found. Climb out of the tent, hide behind a snowy hill 50 meters away, and then follow the predetermined route, detouring forward, out of their sight.
… colloquially known as "fleeing in the face".
But when the small building disappeared and tents were erected, they realized a thorny problem they had overlooked.
Under the icy moonlight, everything from their campsite to the snowy hills was so clear at a glance.
- There is no way for them to escape without shelter.
But they are not chameleons.
Most of the survival props provided in the small building are the most eye-catching orange and camouflage colors that are most suitable for snow mountain rescue.
Just when they were at a bottleneck, Nan Zhou, who was generally recuperating, came up with a rather bizarre idea.
It was with his help that the plan was successfully executed.
When fleeing, they were covered in shelters drawn with Nanzhou's props [Ma Liang's sketchbook].
A snow field of 8x8 square meters.
At first, the "Bronze" people were a little worried.
How does Nan Zhou draw a snow field with a fixed area
…until Nan Zhou simply and rudely wrote an area calculation formula on the sketchbook.
- Is that okay
… It turns out that it works.
However, even with the shelter, there is not much time left for them.
[Ma Liang's sketchbook] is only a B-level prop, and the maintenance time is only 3 minutes.
Fortunately, after going around the snow hill, the visual inspection is no more than 50 meters.
However, while paying attention to concealment, dragging a huge mountaineering load, and crawling on the frozen soil that has condensed for more than ten years in the high mountains and snow, the physical effort is self-evident.
Fortunately, when the dungeon officially started, the wind and snow suddenly started.
While the strong wind blew their eyes, it created a certain blinding effect for the other party, and also swept away all their footprints.
As for the "frail" Nan Zhou, he was simply dragged over by someone.
Even so, when he crossed the snowy hills, half of Nanzhou's trousers and boots with orange-yellow trousers were still exposed directly outside the snowy hills because of the sudden disappearance of the shelter.
Fortunately, Nan Zhou reacted very quickly, quickly formed himself, and spontaneously rolled into the dead corner in the hill.
Climbing to the snow hill, the eight people who were almost exhausted lay on the ground in various places. After a full seven or eight minutes, they hunched their waists and formed a line. They slowly touched the side according to the established route.
For the next section of the road, they still did not dare to be reckless.
They were moving very slowly, almost hunched over the ground.
Therefore, when they narrowly circled to a place and turned back, they could no longer see the concave gourd-shaped snow valley of the other's camp, and everyone could hardly even straighten their waists.
But no one offered to take a break.
When climbing out about 100 meters, Nanzhou was a little bit unable to breathe due to the further increase in altitude, and suffered a slight dizziness.
The main force stopped for a while and took a simple rest.
Nan Zhou barely continued to breathe with a portable oxygen bottle.
Jiang Fang didn't say anything, but gently patted his back to help him regain his breathing ability.
Under the moonlight, Nan Zhou's face was so pale that he could clearly see the fine fluff on his neck and the blue veins under his skin.
But Nan Zhou was always looking towards the moon, thoughtful.
He Yinchuan panted low and came to pull Nan Zhou's hand: "Can you do it?"
Jiang Fang politely flipped his hand, covering Nan Zhou's icy hand, and replied lightly for him: "He can do it. It really can't, and there is me."
Liang Shuqiang, who was beside him, forced himself to eat two compressed biscuits, and was about to ask if Nan Zhou's body could handle it. As soon as he got up, his expression changed suddenly.
In the warehouse, the props that originally displayed a faint gray disappeared one after another!
been discovered!
Liang Shu suddenly shouted: "—'Gou Jian'!"
The moment the task code was called out, the originally relaxed atmosphere instantly froze.
Zhou Ao got up first, stood at the front consciously, and walked up.
He Yinchuan consciously detoured to the end of the team, prepared for the rear of the hall, and urged in a low voice in the roaring cold wind: "Hurry up! Hurry up!"
Nan Zhou understood, and when he was about to stand up, his knees were bent by the heavy jacket, and he almost fell into the snow again.
When his body was about to touch the snow, a force pulled him straight up from the ground, hugged him with one hand, and put him directly on his shoulders.
Nan Zhou: "?"
Jiang Fang hugged Nan Zhou, who hadn't reacted yet, and the gentleman said, "I'm offended. Teacher Nan, don't move."
Nan Zhou obediently curled up on his shoulders, and looked down at Jiang Fang's legs that began to walk on the snow.
From this angle, Jiang Fang's legs are extraordinarily long.
He couldn't help being distracted, thinking, like an arctic rabbit.
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