The next period of time should be regarded as the last stop of Fang Jindong's tortuous life. He stopped us from trying to show his eyes, and said that anyway, there is no day to see the sun in this place. What's so good about it.
I don't know what he has gone through in his previous life, but I want to be involved in this matter. He may also have an unknown past like Meng Qisheng. It wasn't until a long time later that I learned about the refining process of starvation, and I didn't know the bleak experience of this person's life.
But these are all things to follow. In the last period of time, Fang Jindong told us about his underground experience. Although it is not a tortuous and bizarre, it can be regarded as thrilling.
After splitting up with Wang Di, he walked along the corridor with a flashlight alone. In the beginning, just like what we saw, these intricate corridors connected one huge cave after another, and each cave was a closed living unit.
He kept Meng Qisheng's instructions in mind and didn't stay in this shallow underground ruins because it didn't matter. Meng Qisheng asked him to look for vertical corridors, which are the way to the remains of deep caves, often hidden in corners and covered by stone slabs.
Such vertical corridors are rare. Fang Jindong searched for a long while, and finally found a square stone slab in a collapsed corner. Below was a vertical corridor with no bottom in black.
According to Meng Qisheng, there were originally more spacious and convenient passages between the deep caves and the shallow caves, but later this group of underground people blocked all direct passages, leaving only a few narrow vertical corridors.
Fang Jindong pinned the flashlight to his collar, and slid down slowly with his limbs against the inside of the corridor. Contrary to what he imagined, this passage was not vertical to the end, but after extending down for a long distance, it turned a 90-degree bend in the horizontal direction, and after extending it for a distance of about one meter, it turned down again. Ninety degrees, going straight down.
Fang Jindong didn't know the use of such a design. Why didn't he hang straight to the end, instead he had to turn a one-meter-long bend and then continue down. Is it for people to rest
But he didn't have time to think about it. In order to save power, the flashlight was turned off. In such a claustrophobic space, he could always feel the coolness of the back of his neck, as if someone deliberately dropped his hair on the back of his neck.
There is also an empty space under the feet, as if being in the dark, always unable to achieve it. The whole person was squeezed in the narrow dirt, unable to even bow his head. He didn't know how long it would take to reach the end, and the downward corridor seemed to have no end. He went all the way down, all the way down. The flesh and blood had ground blood on the soil, but he still could only go down.
Those who are buried alive are nothing more than that. he thinks.
The passage became narrower and narrower, the palm of his hand was tightly pressed against the soil, and the back of his hand had been forced to close to his face. He felt that he must be acting like a dead frog, bending his arms, arching his legs, and couldn't even breathe. carry on.
Such a claustrophobic and narrow time always passed extremely long, and he even had a strange hallucination: he had been stuck here for many days, and the few people above could not find him. They had already returned home and left him. A person deep underground cannot move, heaven and earth should not, ghosts and gods abandon it.
However, in fact, because of gravity, he was going down very fast, and it did not take long to feel a solid feeling under his feet. This is the second horizontal curve, but this horizontal curve is far away. It's more than one meter long.
So Fang Jindong changed from sliding to crawling, like a humble beggar, crawling towards a bone thrown by passers-by. However, the beggar also has hope, but he does not. He knows that the way forward is there, but there is no end to the way forward.
A road without an end is tantamount to a dead end where life is cut off.
Fang Jindong only felt that his mind was blank, numb and sluggish. He suppressed his breath, as if he was about to suffocate himself, telling himself, exhale! Exhale! But the breath was choking on his chest, the more it accumulated, the more it accumulated, Fang Jindong trembled all over, cold sweat came out of his forehead, but his body was hot and bored, he wanted to tear it apart. Something, break something.
But he couldn't do it, so he felt that his chest was about to explode, and hot and hot blood flowed out of the heart, carrying every noisy platelet, crashing into the narrow blood vessels.
Every tyrannical element was engulfed by the airflow in his chest and sprayed to every corner of the body, but the airflow still couldn't be released, and it was still accumulating.
He wanted to tear his face.
He felt that there seemed to be a mysterious will appearing in the tunnel, encroaching on his brain.
He seemed to cry, trembling with a pair of bloody hands, slowly stroking his face, he choked. Fang Jindong at this time has become two people. The legs were still moving forward numbly, and his face had a sad look, and he gently stroked his face with his hands, just like touching the skin of a lover.
However, this skin is not pierced by a bomb, and the human face is peach blossom. This hand is not affectionate, and the action is gentle. The nails are not long, but they are not short. They wear out rough during climbing, so they are very good tools.
When he put his hands on his face, he already felt the tendency of relieving the noisy and boiling mania in his body.
Even if it's just a small trend, it's fascinating. It is as if a fish drowning in the deep sea 10,000 meters sees the light, and the grass wandering in the desert for hundreds of years hears the rain. It is as if an addicted gentleman meets a mandala, it is as if a messy fish plunges into Berga.
Everything is so natural, the wind comes and sails fast.
He gently bent his fingers and pressed them against his cheeks, feeling the surging blood flow in the thin blood vessels under his skin. Slightly hard, but not enough, he continued hard, piercing the rough nail into the skin. There is no pain, only the pleasure that the mania is relieved.
However, this is still not enough.
Pulling his arms down slowly, leaving ten deep blood marks on his face, how refreshing, he smelled the blood surging in the air, his nose moved slightly, and finally felt pleasure.
Fang Jindong was sure that this is his light, his rain, his mandala, and his Berga. This is the Father who stretched out his right hand to him in the dark.
He needs more.
Fang Jindong smiled, feeling that he was not smiling enough and not happy enough! Not dripping enough! But the corners of a person's mouth can only extend to a certain extent, and they cannot express their joy heartily.
It can be seen how sad it is to be a human being. You can't even express your emotions to the greatest, deepest, and most specific level.
Fang Jindong grinned and licked the sweet fleshy foam inside his nails. This came from his face. He had a way to get the most beautiful corner of his mouth. (End of this chapter)