Urban Legends: The Legacy of Ancient Civilizations

It was not until the campfire filled the sky that a simple camp was set up. Except for the log defense at the heavy machine gun point, no wild boar diversion obstacles were set up around the camp.

The explosives were laid very diligently, and the density of explosives near the camp was only higher than in the past.

The desperadoes were very tired after finishing their work and ate various wild boar dishes with hatred. Apart from the sound of gobbling, there was no other noise in the camp.

After nightfall, the entire camp seemed like a fully wound machine, waiting for the coming horror.

The night is getting darker, and there is silence outside the camp. The warm light of the campfire cannot penetrate this rich darkness. It is sparse, and something seems to be shuttled around the periphery. Occasionally, it breaks a few brittle branches, shocking the night watchman's scalp. A tingling sensation.

There seemed to be some scattered wild boars wandering around the camp. The feeling of being monitored was not very good. The desperado responsible for the night watch felt like he wanted to go crazy.

Either they have to do it again with great fanfare, and such repeated pressure will only cause the desperadoes who are used to being straightforward to have a mental breakdown.

Fortunately, there were enough people on shift, so we could return to the camp and fall asleep after just a little over an hour.

The desperado responsible for the night watch could only comfort himself in this way.

Christmas Eve.

The first night after going deep into the jungle turned out to be a rare Christmas Eve.

The camp did not face a massive attack by the wild boar herd, as if the attack a few days ago had exhausted all the wild boar herd's reserves.

Many desperadoes who had a good night's sleep were very happy. They woke up early or late and felt refreshed. They ate the delicacies stewed all night and drank a few glasses of wine. It was another fulfilling day.

The team quickly got ready and set off, and Aaron, who was responsible for investigating the situation around the camp, quickly followed.

"How about it, have you found any traces of the giant wild boar?"

Seeing Aaron's expression as normal, Jiang Yingxue also had a rough understanding of the result. The reason why she asked unhurriedly was just to show the power of her hands.

"No.

There were only some tracks of common wild boars, which looked like they had passed by accidentally. "

Aaron also responded lightly, and he cooperated very well with Jiang Yingxue.

Gogol is extremely indifferent to Jiang Yingxue's actions, and is an arrogant and superfluous stupid woman. This stereotype of Gogol does not seem to change easily.

Since no one answered, the team fell into a long and strange silence. Even if they were unhappy with Jiang Yingxue, they would not continue to embarrass themselves.

The team was silent and boring, and no one showed any desire to talk until lunch break.

Just like that, what Gogol said before has been accepted by everyone, and excessive thinking is of no use except trouble.

The risk-free journey forced the entire team to move forward alone in the depths of the endless jungle like a boring traveling merchant.

Not knowing the way forward, not caring about the date of return, lingering forever, finally dead.

After a day of high-intensity travel, the desperadoes had already begun to set up camp before dusk fell. As they became more and more skilled, they moved quickly. The afterglow of the sun was still sufficient, and the snoring of the desperadoes could be heard in the camp.

"I don't think you're at all concerned about wild boar night raids.

What's more, the dangers deep in this dense forest should be far more than a group of brainless wild boars. The calmer it is now, the more dangerous it will be in the future. "

While Bai Ning came over to eat, Jiang Yingxue started chatting solemnly.

Gogol's strong intervention made the atmosphere at the scene strange, and the communication between the leaders became less close and more like a group of silly people drifting with the crowd.

"Why, do you care about his opinion of you?

He makes little moves in secret, and he is too resistant but not aggressive enough. You seem to be very afraid of him. "

Bai Ning took a sip of scented tea and was very satisfied with Jiang Yingxue's tea reserves. In a calm tone, he was ready to wake up Jiang Yingxue, who was still obsessed with the authorities.

After Bai Ning said this, Jiang Yingxue was also stunned, feeling that she had really lost her normal heart.

Is it precisely because he wanted to better utilize and control Gogol that he had to accommodate him everywhere, which made him constrained and lost his proper sense of proportion?

“Facing a strong partner, it’s a given that you feel your hands are tied.

What's more, he is also the guide for the second half of the trip. It is indeed unwise to offend a person with psychological problems at will. "

Under Bai Ning's advice, Jiang Yingxue quickly regained her calm aura, and her tone returned to a relaxed tone, like a nonchalant comment.

"What he said before was both true and false, and it was terrifyingly difficult to tell the truth from the false. In order to prevent mistakes from being made if he said too much, he would be inscrutable and put an end to subsequent inquiries.

We are not the only team here. The fact that he was able to escape alone shows that he must have the means to protect himself.

This trip seems to us to be extremely difficult and dangerous, but to him it was ordinary.

Even so, we don't need to worry too much.

As long as he can be controlled at the critical moment, all subsequent risks will be much smaller.

Therefore, Aaron's importance is reflected. "

Bai Ning directly stated that he wanted to monitor Gogol. Jiang Yingxue was deeply convinced by this method that was very likely to cause the relationship to deteriorate.

Dangerous, but necessary.

After all, Gogol is just a chess piece in their hands. The chess piece can be rampant and violent, but it is never allowed to jump out of the established chessboard.

This move, which is similar to a zero-sum game, is created by the current complex environment. If you don’t want to leave, you have to go on.

"According to what you said, our subsequent trip may be simpler than expected. The threat from the wild boar herd still exists, but it is not fatal.

Even the Soviet outpost research base is a forbidden area for giant wild boars. The closer we get, the lower the threat from the wild boar herds. "

"This is just wishful thinking on your part."

Bai Ning's follow-up denial inexplicably poked Jiang Yingxue's smile, making him sneer, and his overall spirit became more relaxed.

The reason for this kind of laughter is that she really doesn't understand what is going on in Bai Ning's head.

This ignorance doesn't bring frustration, just a hint of paradoxical comedy.

Bai Ning wasn't afraid of going with the flow anyway, so what did she, Jiang Yingxue, have to be afraid of?

Good food and good sleep are more comfortable than anything else.

The night was as cool as water, and the huge bonfire in the middle of the camp did not warm the cold air at high latitudes. The long-term tranquility could no longer stimulate the adrenaline of the desperadoes, and the chill began to penetrate the bones and hearts like a plague.

Another night of silence. After five consecutive days of good sleep, the desperadoes all woke up very early. Their comfortable mentality made them noisy, scrambling to drink the stewed broth, like a group of lively tourists who came to relax.

The advancing team became more and more noisy, and the abundant energy made the desperadoes chat enthusiastically. They chatted to the fullest, and their wild laughter penetrated the dense forest, but it did not stir up any hiding birds.

So weird!

This forest is so quiet and eerie!

The relaxation of the desperadoes is not a good thing, but is like the calm before the storm. The dull air pressure is surrounding a group of noisy ignorant children, unaware that danger is approaching and terror is coming.

The lunch break was still lively, and some excited desperadoes even wanted to hunt some other game for a change. Not to mention elk, roe deer, and not even a single rabbit hair.

The depressed desperado fired several shots into the air, but there was still no sound of birds flapping their wings.

The forest is deep, but it reveals a strange emptiness and silence.

The desperadoes who returned in despair did not feel any discomfort at all, but they were just teasing each other about their bad luck while eating and drinking.

Bai Ning, who was always observing the atmosphere of the camp, frowned when he looked at Gogol, who was alone and silent.

Gogol's sense of strangeness seems to be completely stripped away, making him like a temporary sojourn here, not like following, but more like an inducement.

Inducing the entire team towards unspeakable great fear, towards the indescribable final silence.

Only people who have never integrated can behave like this, and only people who are ready to give up at any time can integrate so indifferently.

This kind of deliberate indifference is completely different from the previous active conversation, revealing a kind of inexplicable but sudden horror.

Are you still underestimating Gogol's wealth and scheming?

Bai Ning was deliberately taming and driving Gogol, so why wasn't Gogol just taking advantage of them?

Strictly speaking, Gogol is the master here. How could he, who is strong and selfish, be easily used as a gunman and become a pawn in Bai Ning's hands?

With this uneasy feeling, Bai Ning waited until the camp was completed at night before he prepared to deliberately approach the silent Gogol.

"Gogol, this forest is obviously too quiet. What does the danger you mean look like?"

Bai Ning and his translator sat next to Gogol while he was eating. He felt comfortable chatting, but he couldn't shock Gogol in any way.

"Danger is only called danger when it comes. Black clouds without rain are just a useless background curtain."

Gogol's response was simple, with a slight smile, like a real idle chat.

His attitude remained the same, and he hinted that talking more would be useless.

In the past, it could be understood as a deliberate concealment, but now it is more like a seemingly invisible cutting.

Could it be that certain appearances and undetectable actions in the past few days have given Gogol the idea of ​​betraying the team?

Is this man suffering from misanthropy, this patient with an extremely twisted mentality, this weirdo who is good at attributing all faults to other people, really decisively cutting off the connection with the entire team?