[Yan Zan] "In short, find the time machine first!"

Affected by Hemo's earth-shattering smoke bomb, Yan Ke fell into a coma for half an hour before waking up.At that time, he had been transported off the roof of the car by his teammates. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the propped up tent roof, then the camping lights hanging from the top of the tent, and finally the circle covering the camping lights Dark halo.

"Are you awake?" The mourner lowered his head to look at him, his voice was as clear as the wind blowing ice floe.

It was only then that Yan Ke realized that the thing under his head was neither the ground nor a pillow, but a soft, seemingly elastic thing. With a little imagination, he could guess that it must be the mourner's thigh. .

Is this the legendary knee pillow?Did I time travel to the fanfiction of the Rhode Island forum?

Yan Ke slowly propped himself up, trying his best to keep his expression calm, but he didn't expect that as soon as his body was lifted up halfway, a warm blood worm suddenly rolled down along the crowd, and just landed on the mourner's card. On the back of the hand holding his chin, it is white and red, which is astonishingly dazzling.

"Don't move." He heard the other party say succinctly and sternly, "Your nosebleed hasn't stopped. I just wiped it off for you."

Co-authorship is not a knee pillow benefit, but he has a nosebleed, and the other party is dealing with it for him.

"The smoke agent used by Hemer may contain substances that have not yet been verified to be harmful to the human body... In short, not long after the two of you were transported down, you started to have nosebleeds. Hemer is taking care of Lapland... ..." The mourner let go of the hand pinching his chin, wiped off the cinnabar mole-like blood stain with a towel set aside, and began to wipe his face again, "I'm afraid it's an acute origin stone powder infection, maybe It will make your condition worse."

"Are the others okay?" Yan Ke asked.

The undertaker shook his head decisively.

"It's good that you healthy people are fine." Before the nosebleed stopped, Yan Ke could only stretch out his hand, and his fingertips touched a lock of the mourner's sideburns hanging in front of his eyes, "Laplande and I both treat ourselves People who are mentally prepared for the future. Instead, you...don't contract this terrible disease."

The outstretched hand slipped down after just a light touch, and the black-dyed nails collided with the terrifying Originium crystals on the side of the face, and slowly inserted into the short dark blue and almost black hair.

"I want to stand up now...don't be so nervous, it's enough to stuff my nose with two balls of paper. Anyway, the blood will stop after a while."

They are now in the hinterland of natural disasters, where the surface origin stone content is the highest, and even the air they breathe contains a small amount of inhalable origin stone powder.Even an ore patient like Yankee was issued a gas mask just in case.The filter of the mask can work continuously for twelve days, which is more than enough for their mission.Hemer specifically told them that air purification devices are installed in the vans and tents, and that once they leave these places, they must wear masks.

The window glass that was shattered by the mourners was urgently repaired—the specific method was to seal it with iron sheets and steel nails.Now the entire carriage is sealed like an iron barrel.According to the lottery, the women sleep in the car at night, and the men sleep in a tent, and they will take turns to watch the night in groups of two according to the doctor's arrangement before departure.

When Yanke went out wearing a mask, Wei Na and Yinhui were already building a trap.The installation is a circle composed of log posts and barbed wire with two inner and outer circles.In the inner ring are the two suckling pigs who are screaming for death, and enough food is left for them to prevent them from starving to death.There is a trap door on the outer ring.The gap between the inner and outer circles has been recalculated, and it is roughly the width of the shoulder blades of a vermin.

Because after the chasing battle just now, everyone confirmed that these vermin can release simple origin stone spells with their claws.Although I don't know how many harmful beasts can release spells, and to what extent they can do it, just in case, let Laplande use her origin stone skills to "process" the device again.

Near the end of the day, with the concerted efforts of the five people, the trapping device was finally completed.The analysis results of Hemer's smoke potion of the same kind also came out, and the truth is a bit ironic: the potion is not toxic at all, the problem is the dry smoke produced after it explodes, and Yanke and Laplande are both dry. The members... are all young and full of vigor, and when they are smoked by the hot and dry smoke, they will have nosebleeds.

Laplande set off and turned back to the six-lane street where the chase had taken place, dragging the carcasses of the two vermin back.The camp cannot turn on lights at night, so Hemer can only wait until dawn the next day to dissect slowly.After doing all this, the sky was already dark.

On the first night, the Yankee and the Undertaker were assigned to keep watch in the middle of the night.At two o'clock in the morning, Yin Hui, who was changing shifts, opened the tent door with the chill all over his body, reminding them to put on their masks and go out for night duty.The two men who had been sleeping in warm sleeping bags for eight hours came out of the tent tremblingly, and when they looked up, they met the cold December air in Longmen. Yanke shook his head and woke up.

The deserted square at night is even more eerie than during the day.The sky was overcast and cloudy, and half of the moon's face was vaguely exposed. Those sharp and terrifying Origin Stones were bathed in the faint moonlight, as if ghost claws had broken out of the ground, and they would jump up and dig them at any time.There was an unnatural silence all around, and even the two piggies who howled all day were fast asleep.The cold wind pierced through the clothing and hit the flesh.For a moment, it seemed that only he and his teammates were breathing heavily through the gas masks.

Yan Ke leaned on his knife and sat down on one side of the tent, looking sideways at the mourner sitting beside him.Even in such a weak light, this man still looks very dazzling. He has platinum-blond hair, fair skin like a girl, and a few onion-like fingers protruding from the cuffs of his white robe, holding an orange Red emergency lights.

At this time, the emergency light is off, and only a small circle of fluorescent paint near the switch is shining, with a diameter not much wider than a fingernail.The mourner held the lamp in silence, maintaining a slightly lowered head. Yan Ke stared at him for a full 3 minutes, and he didn't even move a hair.

An increasingly strange feeling gradually occupied Yanke's chest.

He reached out and poked the shoulder of the mourner, and felt the relaxed muscles through the fabric.The undertaker finally made a move, he raised his eyes to look at Yan Ke, and then resumed the slightly lowered, bored state.

I seem to have found the source of the weirdness.Yan Ke thought to himself.

No matter how well-trained a person is, there will always be some subconscious small movements when relaxing and resting. It is these subconscious movements that are coherent, which makes people "vigorous" and prevents muscle endings from appearing due to insufficient blood supply. Numbness.Yanke has done some research on this aspect, and he knows how to avoid paralysis of hands and feet with the smallest movements while staying lurking and concealed, so he will naturally pay special attention to the resting movements of the people around him.

But The Undertaker made no small moves.He just stays there, motionless as a sculpture.Just now he poked the mourner to confirm whether the other party was in a tense state of alert, but obviously the other party was not.

"Would you like a cigarette?" He tried to bring up something, only to realize that now they were both wearing gas masks, and the undertaker had no cigarette addiction.

The undertaker looked up at him again, with the same angle and movement as before.

Yan Ke touched him again: "Aren't you awake? If you want to sleep, don't stay here. Tell me, I can watch the second half of the night alone."

"I'm fine." The mourner shook his head, "I'll keep quiet and awake." He changed his movements as he spoke, but he compulsively adjusted back after a while.It was a posture of bringing the knees together and encircling the legs with both arms, which looked very cute.Yan Ke stared at his slightly childish side face, and felt that the undertaker at this moment was simply a child.

"Can we talk about something?"

"Okay, but not too loudly."

"Tell me about your childhood." Yanke said.

He still remembers the outline of his special chapter that was cut in half because of OOC.Although a "painful parting" may not be written, but in his plan, the central plot has to do with The Undertaker's childhood. What could be more reliable than first-hand information from the protagonist himself? ?

"When I was a child? Things were boring when I was a child." The mourner said slowly, "From the time I was very young, people around me regarded me as a freak. Because I really couldn't understand other people, and I didn't want to be with them. They seem to think I'm funny, and often plot some pranks on me, but never actually hurt me. In that respect, I think I'm luckier than the average person."

While saying these words, his movements never changed in the slightest.All Yan Ke could see was the slight heaving of his shoulders due to his breathing, and the faint white steam blown out by his breath in front of the gas mask.

"Then who will you play with?" So Yan Ke tested him with a bit of mischief, "Do you play house with a doll alone?"

"I don't remember. Maybe I had it when I was very young. Usually I would use Sudoku to pass the time. Compared to humans, I understand things like numbers and machines better."

"Won't it be boring?"

"will not."

Across a layer of gas masks, the voices of the mourners were as light and thin as if they had been filtered, almost blending with the moonlight above their heads: "Don't you think the numbers are beautiful?"

He turned around and stopped Yan Ke.Unlike Sakota, who is over twenty and still has child eyes, the Sarkaz swordsman matured too early no matter from which point of view.He hadn't studied for a few days, and his weak foundation in mathematics was only enough for him to calculate his own commission, so he was naturally not in the mood to experience the "beauty of numbers".So Yanke, who was questioned, could only look deeper into those blue eyes.He saw two clear and transparent springs, so quiet, so beautiful, there was not a single wave on the frozen water, and only a dazed himself was reflected on the empty mirror.

If any girl from the medical department had been listening to this conversation at this time, she would have been able to tell immediately that the state of the undertaker was a clinical manifestation of some psychological disorder.

But Yanke didn't know.He could only feel a childish loneliness radiating from the inside out of the grown man sitting across from him.The mourner still sat there with his legs crossed, but he seemed to be competing with the whole world, waving his beautiful numbers, trying to prove that his way of life was right.

Can't help but make people want to hug him...if hugging can melt the ice spring in his eyes.

"So it is. But you never seem to show it before."

"There are some people in Rhode Island who understand me. Especially the doctor. It's fun to talk to the doctor. Neither he nor the notary will easily dismiss me because of the way I behave, which makes me feel good. Comfortable." The mourner said, "And I can feel that you also have an unusual past. You should know better than me that there are some things that are not suitable to be announced in front of people."

"Yeah, delving into some unnecessary history will only make the status quo difficult to close."

After saying this, Yanke stood up, lifted the long arc knife he had inserted into the ground with one hand, and touched the knife worn on his waist with the other hand: "Start working, I have heard their voices .”

In his unusual auditory world, the rustling footsteps of the beasts broke through the silence of the night, gathering furtively towards them.

(TBC)

ps: The setting that the mourner may be high-functioning autism (Asperger syndrome) will affect some of the following plots. If some readers cannot accept this setting, they can choose to abandon the article after reading this.I didn’t mention it in the text, and given the nature of sand sculpture HE in this article, his autism will be overcome, please rest assured.