I asked the fat man to look at it. The fat man stared and said, "Huh? They are walking back. Why are they walking back?"
"Is someone chasing them?" I asked. The fat man took out his binoculars, took a look and shook his head: "It was just the two of them. They were so anxious that they almost ran away, but there was nothing behind them."
"Show me!" I grabbed the binoculars, and at first glance I realized something was wrong, "They are taking off their clothes."
"Take off your clothes? Take off both of you?" the fat man asked.
The two of them were running and taking off their clothes one by one. I looked strange, and the fat man became even more anxious: "Quick, quick, quick, let's see what the old woman's figure is like."
I pushed him away and adjusted the focus of the telescope to see the ice under their feet.
There was nothing unusual on the ice. It was too far away and the telescope couldn't see what was going on under the ice. The fat man took a few glances with his gun and shook his head. The distance is too far, and the shooting accuracy of the guns we hold is very poor at such a distance, let alone used for sniping.
I watched them run all the way to the center of the ice lake. They had already stripped down to their underwear. If they took it off any more, they would be running naked. I was puzzled, but I didn't see anything chasing after them. What on earth were these two people doing? Did they suddenly get into a fight in the middle of the walk?
"Would you like to go over and have a look?" Fatty asked, "Are you crazy?"
"We can't catch up with them now unless they run in our direction." I said, "And they are all dressed like that, with no burden on them. We are dressed like mastodons, and we can't roll over them."
"If we don't go there, we are so far away and can't see anything."
"You bitch, what do you want to see?" I picked up a handful of snow and slapped him in the face, took out the walkie-talkie and called over there.
After calling for a long time, there was no response, but I saw two people starting to dance wildly in the middle of the lake, waving their hands and feet and slapping themselves.
"I understand." Fatty said, "This is snow madness."
"How to say?"
¡°They say you¡¯ll go crazy if you see too much snow.¡±
"I think you are crazy." I said to the fat man, "What are you talking about at this time? I still have to go and take a look."
Fatty and I ran into the ice lake again. I was depressed and worried. I didn¡¯t know what happened to them. If I had been tougher at that time, I don¡¯t know if that smelly girl would have listened to me. Now if something happened to them, I don't know what I should feel, whether it would be gloating or guilt.
They ran all the way, but fortunately these two guys kept slapping each other in the center of the lake and did not continue to go anywhere else.
It took us half an hour to get to them, slipping and falling numerous times, and by the time we got there, I almost fell to my death.
At that time, Zhang Haixing was only wearing underwear and underwear, and Feng was almost naked. The two people were lying on the ice exhausted, still trying their best to slap. The fat man took off his clothes and covered Zhang Haixing. I also covered Feng with clothes, and then helped the two of them up. I heard Zhang Haixing kept saying "It's burning, it's burning" in Cantonese!
I could see that her skin was blue from the cold, but there were no signs of burns or burns. Feng didn't know what he was talking about in German.
"Where is it burning?" said the fat man, "Is it burning, or is it burning? I think the latter is more likely."
I ignored him, looked at Zhang Haixing¡¯s eyes and realized that she was hallucinating.
As the ruler of the Alliance of Hallucination Victims, I know that at this stage of Zhang Haixing¡¯s life, she may not be able to hear my voice, because she must not have been conscious when the hallucination occurred. One cannot use reason to resist hallucinations.
I looked at the direction they were running in and said to the fat man: "They seem to have been tricked. Use your binoculars to look at the other side of the lake to see what is there."
The fat man looked at it with the telescope and shook his head: "No, I can't see anything. I have to go and take a look."
"I said no, it's okay for two people to serve two people. If the fat man also falls into the trap, how can I catch him?" And when he wanted to take off his clothes, this lump of flesh was so oily that I couldn¡¯t hold it down.
We first dragged Zhang Haixing and Feng to the shore far away from the lake. I thought to myself: Well, today¡¯s long journey was in vain. We set up a tent and injected both of them with sedatives and antidote, not sure if it would work.
The two of them were exhausted. After struggling for a while, they all fell asleep. Fatty was also very tired and said to me: "So far, Fatty, all my predictions are correct. If Comrade Shit is more than two meters tall, Man, I really had to cut him in half to carry him back. Ouch, ???I'm exhausted. This foreigner weighs at least 180 pounds and is covered in muscles. Next time I carry the old woman on my back, you can wait on the ghost guy. "
Zhang Haixing's body is not like that of an ordinary girl. Although she is thin, her muscle lines are very obvious, and she is not as warm and fragrant as she expected when she is carrying her.
I lit up a cigarette. Smoking at high altitudes is more likely to damage the lungs, but I couldn¡¯t care less. I had to inhale some nicotine to slow down. I said to the fat man: "We have to be tougher next time, otherwise we will always pay for these idiots' mistakes. If they die, it will be over. What can we do?"
The fat man put the gun on his knee, looked outside the tent and said, "Just think about the bad temper of the smelly old woman. The little brother's notes said that there is something by the lake here, and it will be more troublesome once it gets dark. Now it's still Morning, let¡¯s see if we can wake them up, today we have to go into the canyon on the other side of the lake.¡±
I looked at the two people. I knew the effect of sedatives. I felt that they would not wake up for a while. But the fat man was right, so I said: "It is impossible for us to expect them to leave on their own. We have to make a sled and drag them all the way across."
There is a snowy field here, and there are black stones under the snow. There are no materials to use for making sleds. The fat man said: "We have to make a fuss about that deer. I saw on an exploration program that animal bones can be used to make sleds."
The fat man was exhausted and suffered from severe altitude sickness. I asked him to guard the two of us while I once again came to the lake where the deer carcass was frozen inside.
I looked around and made sure that the huge shadow was not nearby, so I started to tap the lake surface with a small hammer, trying to dig out the dead deer from inside.
I have knocked on the Wannian Glacier in Changbai Mountain. The ice here is much easier to handle. Soon I broke a large piece of ice on the lake surface, exposing the deer's ribs inside.
I continued to pry out seven or eight pieces with an ice pick. When the body was really exposed on the ice, I suddenly realized that this was not a deer.
I cleared the ice, took a few steps back, and took a breath of cold air.
I found that this body under the ice was a creature I had never seen before. It looked like an animal, but I saw countless scales the size of copper coins on its body. The part of it exposed above the ice seemed to be only a small part of its body.
I took a long puff of cigarette and called the fat man over to take a look. The fat man didn't want to move at all, but he had no choice but to come over panting. When he saw the place I dug, he was also stunned.
"What is this? Have you seen it before?"
The fat man squatted down, walked around the thing while squatting, and said, "Innocent, these are a bunch of big leopards."