I thought to myself, is this professor mentally retarded? The person is dead, why bother saving him? But Yan Xinyi and Tian Wenya were very obedient. They took the flashlight from him and were about to go down.
Shen Bing hurriedly stopped them both: "Don't go down yet. Don't you see that the mud below is thick? It's a quagmire. You will die if you go down." Hey, Shen Bing is smarter than them in this respect. It makes me feel proud.
They both leaned down to take a closer look, then turned back to look at Fan Qiuyi. The professor frowned and said, "We must rescue Professor Zhong. He has several precious biological specimens on him. We must bring them back."
I almost fell in when I heard this. You don't even know if you can get out of this underground river, and you want to bring things back. How pedantic. But speaking of it, they come here to risk their lives to collect precious samples. Scientists like them spend their entire lives on this. The biological specimens on Professor Zhong should be more important than their lives.
"Professor Fan, it is absolutely impossible to retrieve Professor Zhong's body. You'd better give up the idea." I said to Fan Qiuyi.
"Do you have a climbing rope?" Fan Qiuyi asked.
Damn, you still don't give up. This isn't mountaineering, it's entering a den of ghosts. It might kill us. I was about to say no, but Shen Bing said quickly, "Yes, we have it. But it's on that big rock."
"I'll go back and get it." Yan Xinyi reacted quickly and walked back without waiting for me to say anything.
I secretly glared at Shen Bing, and she didn't understand what was going on, so she glared back at me.
After waiting for a while, Yan Xinyi came back with a climbing rope and tied it around his waist. Several of us pulled the rope hard and lowered him down. However, Professor Zhong was at least 50 meters away from the edge of the pond. The rope could hold him vertically, but it was impossible for him to walk diagonally into the pond.
Yan Xinyi tried several times. We loosened a section of the rope and he took two steps forward before sinking to his waist. He was so scared that he quickly climbed back. We worked together to drag him back to the pool.
"Professor Fan, let him come back. Not only can he not get there, but even if he gets there, there's a very strange ghost flower inside..."
Just as I said this, Fan Qiuyi interrupted me: "Young man, where are ghosts in this world? I understand that you have to be superstitious in your line of work, but we must respect science. There are no ghosts in the world. Find a way to help me salvage Professor Zhong's body, and we will reward you handsomely."
Damn, why do I have to be superstitious? You say I want to be superstitious? I have seen ghosts more times than you have slept with women. How can I not be superstitious
"Professor Zhong, we are not seeking a huge reward. If we can help you, we will spare no effort, but..."
"Mr. Xi, nothing is difficult if one is determined. If we try a few more times, we will definitely be able to salvage Professor Zhong's body."
Damn it, this nerdy professor always interrupts me and makes me really angry.
"Professor Fan, I was born in □□ and didn't believe in ghosts and gods. But after experiencing many supernatural cases, I have to believe in them now." Shen Bing turned around and spoke for me.
Fan Qiuyi said with a disdainful smile: "I once taught a class with my students to expose the Yin-Yang master's ghost catching scam. I know more about this than you do..."
Just as we were talking about this, Yan Xinyi suddenly screamed from below, which made us all pale and we hurriedly looked down. He was leaning against the edge of the pond, and less than two meters in front of him, a head slowly poked out of the mud. Because the distance was very close, we could tell at a glance that it was a dead person, with a grayish-white face and a pair of bulging eyes, which looked very creepy.