Although I know everything in my heart, with Wenfang's temperament, I would not do this kind of betrayal. Seeing this scene at this moment, I also had to feel anxious.
However, when I saw next, Wen Fang was holding the rope with one hand and using the other hand to wrap the ribbon tied to the snow spider monster's limbs around the rattan rope. Sighed.
At the same time, she also understood her intentions.
The snow spider relies on the ice coffin, which has the power to destroy mountains and rocks, and to condense the body, but it also loses freedom. Every move depends on these limbs extending outside the coffin.
If these strange limbs are lost, the snow spider is trapped in the ice coffin, it is no different from the fish on the plate, the turtle in the urn, and let us kill it
After I figured this out, I saw Wen Fang had loosened the rope and landed on the ice coffin smoothly.
Immediately, she decisively jumped down from the coffin and glanced at me.
Then, she ran to the front of the ice coffin in a roundabout way, pulled the belt with the gun bag from her waist, raised her hand and waved twice, knocking aside the unsightly astrolabe on the ground that had been smashed by the snow spiders.
After that, she immediately rolled forward again, grabbing food from the tiger's mouth, and quickly retreating five or six meters back, and proudly rushed into the coffin and raised the astrolabe in her hands.
At this moment, the snow spider was very irritated, and with a strange limb swing, he carried the ice coffin and rushed towards it.
Unexpectedly, the results were unexpected.
The ice coffin rushed forward less than two meters, and the rope in mid-air suddenly became straight.
The water well was more than 20 meters away, and I even vaguely heard Yu Mingjie’s scream from above: "Ah!!! My shit, Yan Zhi, what the fuck are you doing down there? Pulling the train?"
The guy was called Guijiao, but Wenfang told him to give up easily. I don't know how he did it, but Fuji Rope was dragged by him.
Just listen to the two bangs of the ice coffin, as crisp as two broken icicles. The two strange limbs tied by the silk, splashed with milky white blood, were cut off by the powerful impact generated by the snow spider itself.
Because the direction of the ice coffin's impact is controlled by the eight strange limbs of the snow spider, two of them are broken, just like a car driving at high speed, suddenly lost a tire, and the ice coffin was lost in an instant. direction.
After a violent shaking left and right, the ice coffin turned directly into the air.
Afterwards, after turning around in the air several times, with a small head down, with a bang, he cleverly plunged into the soft mud of the river bed, like a big icicle standing in the river.
This result, I am afraid that even Wenfang himself did not think of it.
No matter how long Snow Spider's legs are, it is like a tortoise with its shell turned over, unable to touch the ground.
Wen Fang and I breathed a long sigh of relief. She went around to look for the nine wooden birds that were smashed and scattered by the ice coffin. I dragged my half-dead body, carrying a suitcase, and walked in embarrassment to meet her.
Wen Fang took the wooden bird he found and the astrolabe almost broken into eight petals back into the suitcase.
Only then did we cautiously approach the ice coffin and saw that the snow spiders kept hitting the coffin, and the remaining six naked-exposed terrifying limbs were swinging frantically, trying to land on the ground.
It's just that the ice coffin is headed down, deep in the mud of the riverbed. It is estimated that there are not three or four heavy cranes, and it is absolutely useless to get the ice coffin out.
No threat, we looked up and down around the ice coffin.
Soon, two square openings were found at the two broken strange feet. The insides were bloody and tightly blocked. It seemed that the limbs of the snow spiders extended from these openings outside the coffin. of.
I couldn't help but exclaimed: "Wenfang, this is really strange! Look at these two openings, they are just like the ones made by the machine, they are multi-tasking and neat!"
Wen Fang said solemnly, "No, these holes were made by people! It seems that this snow spider did not stay in this coffin voluntarily, but was trapped in it!"
I couldn't help but think of Fatty Yuan very quickly.
Could it be that he did it? But what is his purpose for doing this
I was stunned by my thoughts, but Wen Fang didn't dwell on the matter too much. Instead, he touched his chin, stared at the ice coffin and pondered, as if thinking about what to do with this snow spider.
Wen Fang pondered for a moment, and then hesitated: "If the horoscope is not destroyed, I can cooperate with Jiufeng to suppress this snow spider underground forever. It's a pity that this method won't work anymore."
"Give me the phone!" Wen Fang said, suddenly turning his head.
I took out the phone. Fortunately, this thing was not affected, and Wen Fang directly dialed Yu Mingjie.
"Officer Wen, what happened below just now? Are you all right?"
The phone was connected, but it was not Yu Mingjie's voice, but Meng Gantang's.
Her tone sounded very anxious, Wen Fang told her about the situation, and then asked: "Miss Meng, where is Mingjie? Why doesn't he answer the phone?"
Meng Gantang vaguely said, "Yu, Officer Yu, accidentally hit the rock at the head of the well, fainted, and passed out!"
When I heard it, I was immediately happy: Hey, retribution! Let that guy fail to learn well and give me a sneak attack. It is estimated that the moment the ice coffin rushed just now caused Yu Mingjie to suffer a lot.
Wen Fang was stunned with a strange expression, and said: "Since Mingjie is dizzy, please trouble Miss Meng. In the upper village, find us some sharp knives and the like. We are useful!"
Meng Gantang over there quickly hung up the call and went to work.
I hesitated for a while and said to Wenfang tangledly: "Wenfang, have you noticed that Yu Mingjie and Meng Gantang seem to be...it seems to be love at first sight!"
Wen Fang let out a sigh, then smiled suddenly, and said, "Why, do you have an opinion?"
I scratched my head and said, "Why! This is just worrying about Yu Mingjie! The Miss Meng above, she is the Gnostic! This person and the Gnostic..."
"You don't need to worry about this, Mingjie naturally has his idea!"
Before I finished speaking, Wen Fang waved his hand to interrupt.
I was greatly embarrassed, and said to myself: Yes, my kindness has become a donkey liver and lungs! Head down, dull.
After a while, there was no movement from Meng Gantang above.
Wen Fang felt that there was nothing to do, and then lightly kicked me with his foot, and said narrowly: "Why, you are angry with me?"
My urn sounded angrily: "No!"
Wen Fang squinted and said, "Okay! Let me tell you the truth! Mingjie is different from us, but he is actually a gnome."
"What? That guy is Gnostic?"
I was taken aback, even if I wanted to break my head, I couldn't think of it.
Wen Fang sighed.
She nodded, and then said: "In terms of speaking, Mingjie should be the first gnosis I came into contact with. At that time, I had just graduated from the police academy and he had been working in the police station for several years. take care of."
"When I knew he was a Gnostic, his reaction was similar to yours. However, this cannot change the facts. He is indeed a Gnostic."
"Moreover, there are still very few Changli Silkworm Gnostics!"
My thoughts gradually calmed down, and I raised my eyebrows and asked: "By the way, I have heard you talk about this long-little silkworm several times. Moreover, this silk is also strangely tight. But why have I never seen it in your travel notes? What about the record of this zerg?"
Wen Fang suddenly became serious.
She looked at me solemnly and said: "Yan Zhi, I'll tell you again. No matter what book it is, it can only be used as a reference. You must not use it as a classic and treat it as a classic."
"Although the travel notes are handed down from generation to generation by my ancestors, they only provide you with a basis for you to have a general understanding of the life of the Zerg."
"I will use the Changli silkworm mentioned now. This zerg is very special, and few people know them. Do you know why?"
I shook my head.
Wen Fang said word by word: "That's because Changli Silkworm has no original spirit! In other words, there is no distinction between the original spirit and the genius of this kind of zombie."
Hearing this, I was instantly at a loss: "How is this possible? Isn't Zerg divided into Primordial Spirit and Gnosticism?"
Wen Fang shook his head and said, "No, it's just from the overall perspective. There are so many kinds of Zergs, and there are naturally some abnormalities in them. In short, if you come into contact with me more in the future, you will naturally understand!"
"Now, let's talk about Changli Silkworm!"
"The body structure of this zerg is infinitely close to that of our human beings. It has been in human form since birth, and it has no other abilities."
"Even if he stands in front of the insect attractor and the insect dredger, as long as he doesn't say it, no one will be able to discover his Gnostic identity."
The more I listened, the more I was surprised, and I couldn't help but wonder: Since Changli Silkworm has no special abilities and is like a normal person, how can it still be classified as a Zerg
Wen Fang ignored me and said to himself: "If you insist on anything different, there is only one thing: the long-distance silkworm genius, every year, the body will secrete some special'silk'."
"This kind of silk not only has strong tenacity, but also has a strong attraction to some ordinary animals. For a while, I was very interested in this kind of silk. I asked Mingjie for a few. People have tested using various techniques and found that the silk cells contain a very special ingredient."
"Unfortunately, with the current technology, it is impossible to extract it for further analysis!" (End of this chapter)