Ning San finally observed the dark shadow at close range.
He recalled the man-eating monster under Changning, Guangxi. At that time, we called it a "small snail", but it was actually an adult form of Tai Sui, with black entangled tentacles on its feet. The most memorable thing about the monster is the color on its body, "absolutely black", and the color on the lingering shadow is also this kind of black.
Ning San wanted to run, but the dark shadow turned back and started the car. And Ning San felt the scent getting stronger and stronger, the wooden sign was still swaying slowly, but the scent that had only been scented before seemed to be wrapped around him like a rope.
Mongolian sweat medicine
Ning San's consciousness gradually became dizzy, and gradually his throat was no longer under control, and even the sound was no longer able to come out. In the end, he could only fall into a drowsy sleep. He didn't even know if he still had a chance to wake up.
But soon, he woke up, and Ning San, who had regained consciousness, felt that he still had no strength in his body, but fortunately, his consciousness gradually became clear.
He was carried on his shoulders, with black eyes in front of him. The hands and feet were also tied up.
The man carrying him is walking. On the other hand, Ning Chuan heard the sound of the river flowing, and the smell of mud in the tidal flat brought by the night breeze was also pungent. The man carrying him has very soft shoulders.
Ning Chuan was also a person who had been carried for countless times to escape. He could already detect different people's shoulder widths and bone stiffness through the touch of his abdomen, and figure out the walking posture of this person through the ups and downs of his body.
After all, this is the experience of countless escapes.
What's strange is that the person with Ning San's shoulders is soft and soft, as if there are no bones. As for the ups and downs of the body, there is no more. The person carrying him seems to be equipped with an anti-vibration device, almost. Walking without any body ups and downs.
In fact, Ning San can roughly guess where he is, can hear the sound of the river flowing, and can smell the smell of mud with the night breeze. Most of them are on the banks of the Jialing River. At this time, the Jialing River was not long after the beginning of spring. The tidal flats on the side are mostly soft, and it is even more difficult for normal people to walk on it. How can it be possible to carry a person steadily
Ning San tried to move, and he felt the strength of the hands hoop on his back increased. His throat was still weak and unable to pronounce accurate syllables. He wanted to speak, but he could only hum and chirp twice before trying to speak again.
I don’t know how long it took. Eventually, the sound of the river gradually disappeared, and the smell of the soil was no longer so pungent. When Ning San was still on the ground, he felt that his throat could be controlled by himself again, so Ning San He said, "Who are you?"
It's still dark in front of you, and the surroundings are quiet. Has that person left? Where are you now
Just as Ning San slowly moved his hands and feet, trying to free his wrist from the rope, a rustling sound came from around him.
It was a kind of laughter.
Very hoarse, very weird, oooo, oooooo, oooooo, oooooooo.
And this is not the laughter of a single person, but the laughter of many individuals. This laughter is getting louder, denser, and more frequent. The gloomy atmosphere and excitement in the laughter also became stronger and stronger. After a while, until Ning San's body became cold, until Ning San's hair was horrified.
Finally, those humiliating laughter gradually thinned out, and finally returned to silence, as if no one had ever existed before, but Ning San didn't dare to act rashly anymore. He knew that there must be a lot of "things" around him.
Finally, there was a rustling sound, and if the tip of the nose was filled with a fishy smell, Ning San felt something stopped beside his head, and he could even feel something smelling fishy. Just in front of his nose.
"We are ghosts."
A hoarse voice came into Ning San's ears, which was answering Ning San's previous question.
"What are you doing?" Ning San asked again.
But the voice no longer appeared, and the laughter never sounded again. Ning San was covered with a black cloth in front of his eyes, feeling the hard ground under him, and spent an unbearable night here.
It’s impossible to fall asleep. He tried to rub around on the ground, trying to adjust to a more comfortable posture. He didn’t know if it was because of the sequelae of the fragrance or because Ning San’s heart was too big and he was fainted. Fell asleep deeply.
When I woke up again, I was woken up by someone.
The black cloth in front of him had been taken off. At a certain moment, Ning San even thought that everything last night was just a dream, but his sore body and wrists told him that he was still in danger.
The person who woke him up was a beggar-like person. Dressed in tattered clothes, it can be seen that his upper body should be a red ladies down jacket, but it is almost black now. The lower body is a pair of gray wool pants with open threads, one long trouser leg, one short trouser leg, and the top of the leg. They are two different shoes, obviously just like a tramp.
He grinned, showing black and yellow teeth: "Are you awake?"
Ning San's hands and feet were still tied, but the cloth on his eyes had been taken off by the tramp and was still on one side.
Ning San felt his throat still numb, as if there was something in it, he coughed, but nothing came out. The tramp stared at him, still saying: "Are you awake?"
Ning San was a little flustered, his hands and feet tied up, if this tramp had a bad heart, he would have no power to fight back. Ning San looked at the surrounding scenes, and he seemed to be in an abandoned tunnel, surrounded by rough concrete embryos, and large tracts of moss grew from the concrete walls all the way to the ground.
There was darkness at both ends of the tunnel, and where Ning San and the tramp were, a dim light was hung above their heads.
Ning San endured the headache, "Where is this?"
The homeless man still grinned and asked him with a smile on his pleated face: "Are you awake?"
Ning San had to respond patiently: "Yes, I'm awake, who are you?"
"Me?" The expression on the tramp's face hardly changed, "I don't remember."
Ning San felt that this person was mostly unconscious, but fortunately he didn't seem to have any malice, and he didn't intend to actually ask his name. Instead, he continued to ask, "Where is this?"
Originally Ning San thought it was a sewer somewhere in Chongqing, but the tramp said, "This is a sewer."
"You untie the rope for me?" Ning San tried to ask.
The tramp suddenly reduced the demented smile on his face and looked at Ning San blankly, "Who are you."
Ning San had to say, "I am Ning Chuan."
Ning Sanxin said that you don't know you either, but the tramp unexpectedly showed a look of enlightenment: "Oh, so you are Ning Chuan, I know, I know."
He clapped his hands and laughed: "So you are Ning Chuan, you are Ning Chuan, I know, I know..."
Ning San was surprised, how could this lunatic know his name, he couldn't help asking: "Who are you? Why do you know me? Where is this?"
"I know you, you are Ning Chuan, and I know you, you are Ning Chuan." The mad homeless man clapped his hands and left happily, disappearing into the dark tunnel.
Ning San couldn't help but cursed, his mother, what bad luck was this
At this time, he carefully looked around and found that the homeless man seemed to be right. It was indeed the sewer, or to be precise, the drainage system under the city. There is a wide drainage channel not far away, but most of it is already dry.
This is mostly the abandoned drainage system in the old city of Chongqing. It used to lead to the Jialing River. It has been out of use for many years. I just don't know why I appeared here and why there is a dim yellow light above my head.
Just when Ning San thought he was going to starve to death here, the sound of footsteps came from the end of the passage, and the tramp came again with a rusty kitchen knife in his hand.
Ning San jumped and rubbed on the ground, "What are you doing?"
The tramp happily said, "Let you out."
He walked over, ignoring Ning San's vigilance, using this rusty kitchen knife to untie the ropes on Ning San's hands and feet one by one.
"Thank you." Ning San stood up and said to the tramp while moving his hands and feet.
The tramp still smiled dementedly, "Ning Chuan, go away."
"Where did you know my name?" Ning San couldn't help asking.
"Ning Chuan, go quickly." The homeless man suddenly lowered his throat, nervously, and shrank his head. Only two eyes on his muddy face looked around sneakily, "Go away, there is something here. Ghost." (End of this chapter)