[Soldier Assault] Doujin——Samsara

(130) Heart report B

What are you looking at, there is no poisonous gas or chemical raw materials here at all, it's a drill, don't you understand?

A tired and gloomy expression flashed on his face, and he spoke to me in a low voice that he had never seen before.

I was scared out of my body a little bit, and it took me a while to come back to my senses.All of a sudden, he sat down on the wet tunnel floor.

Almost at the same time, I suddenly felt creepy, and suddenly turned to look at him. I felt that his face was pale and strange, and a terrible thought popped out of my mind, and the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to run away.

I tried my best to move my body and run in the direction I wanted to come and go. He grabbed my arm and it was so cold to my bones. out of my mouth.

He said in my ear: What's your name, do you want to call all the old A?

You... you... why are you here?I finally asked a word.

I felt him breathing, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He let me go and said gloomily: Don't be afraid, I knew from the very beginning that they were with Person A, it was a drill, but I didn't know what to do, so I hid here.

He squatted down and continued to smoke, and I finally felt no suffocation at the moment, so I couldn't help asking: You, you look so scary.

Scarier than those dead old A?He stubbed out the cigarette butt, his eyes were as quiet as autumn water, looking at me faintly, which made me very uncomfortable.

No, I'm not used to your current appearance.

I felt that my heart was regaining its calm, so I simply sat down and asked: Are you going to stay here and not go out?

No, I was thinking, since it is a drill, how can I continue?

At this time, the question I wanted to ask most suddenly popped up in my heart-why are they doing this?

He lit another cigarette. I wondered where he got the cigarette, but I didn't think it was necessary to ask this question. The fire shone on his face, and there was a trace of blood in his eyes in the blue and white. Is he suppressing the anger in his heart?

I didn't dare to ask, but I just felt that if No. 39 was like this now, no pumpkins would believe me if I told him about it.

Now that you know it's a drill, what do you want to do?

He was almost so angry that his voice was so low that he could hardly hear him. After being frightened, I was still confused and didn't know how to answer this question.

do you want to stayHe asked again, his tone as cold as the snow in June.

I knew my heart was still occupied by fear, so I could only ask back without confidence: Don't you want to stay?

I've been wondering about this since yesterday.

I was a little puzzled and asked: What's the problem?

He suddenly stood up, looked at his watch, and said, "The air in the tunnel has been polluted. Although it is not fatal, it will still burn the respiratory tract. You should wear a chemical mask!"

He handed me his mask, smiled apologetically, and said, I'm wondering if it's worth my stay here.

I felt that my face was completely tense, my body began to stiffen, and my mind went blank. This guy is thinking about these inexplicable questions that have nothing to do with the mission.

Later, I thought about it, in fact, each of us has too many reasons to come here, for honor, future, showing off, experience, or various other things, but few pumpkins should have thought about this issue, because everything seems to be taken for granted.

Almost everyone is on the run and there is no room to think about it.

Because there are so many entanglements, I know that what a normal person would think about is the result of failure at that time and the result of failure later.Because of this kind of thinking, I know that I can't move my legs even a step.

I could only roll my eyes and watch him lazily put on his training boots, tie up his shoes, organize his equipment, and then come over and give me a hand.

Seeing that he couldn't pull it, he suddenly replied with the signature smile on his face, and said: I'm joking with you, hehe, but there is really gas poisonous gas left in this tunnel, and it will be very irritating after inhalation. Come on, let me help you. Put on the gas mask.

He carefully helped me put on the mask, and said again: Don't think so much, no matter it's true or not, we have to finish this road.

I still couldn't move, so he just threw away the burden on his body, and said solemnly: I swear to you, I am also very scared, but I don't agree with their method of investigation, so I will do my best to help you complete the task next, Let you stay, rest assured.

Hearing this, I felt that my hands were not as numb as before. He pinched my thigh hard, which made me feel that my body was beginning to be controlled by my brain.