Deep Sea Diary [Another World]

But Xia Chuan's attention was not on Dennis's face at this time.

A pile of overturned things from Dennis's backpack was lying beside him, and Xia Chuan's eyes were falling on the square bag with blue and white stripes.He is no stranger to this square bag. He has known Dennis for so many years, and he feels that the only habit Dennis can encourage is to carry this small square bag with him everywhere, which contains some commonly used medicines.

Xia Chuan unceremoniously picked up the square bag, opened the zipper, stretched out his long, thin and pale index finger to swipe inside a few times, and picked up a box from time to time to read the instructions under the firelight.

After picking and picking, I finally found a small bottle of painkillers and a box of anti-inflammatory drugs inside.

"It's so strange, in such a hellish place, the mobile phone signal is actually—eh? What kind of medicine are you taking? What's wrong with you, Chuan?" Dennis held up his spare mobile phone, wondering what to say to Xia Chuan, but the words just said Halfway through, I saw Xia Chuan unscrewing the cap of a certain bottle of medicine, and poured two white pills the size of soybeans into the palm of his hand.

He stopped talking, turned his head and scanned around, found the soda water he had taken out, and hurriedly unscrewed it: "Hey, there's water here—fuck you—"

Before Dennis could hand out the soda in his hand, Xia Chuan simply threw two pills into his mouth and swallowed them raw.

"Won't you choke to death if you just swallow it like this?!" Dennis held up the water, stared at Xia Chuan in a daze for a few seconds, then grabbed the medicine bottle in his hand, and glanced at him: "Painkiller ? Are you really hurt? How did you get hurt? Where is it hurt? Is it serious?"

Every time he asked questions, it was like a cannonball. One after another, people's ears were ringing, and he didn't know which one to answer first, so Xia Chuan simply didn't answer any of them.

His throat was already burning and dry, but after eating ammonite meat and swallowing two large bitter medicines dryly, his throat became even more uncomfortable, so he didn't bother to open his mouth to find fault Accepted, but took the small bottle of soda in Dennis's hand, and took a sip to moisten his burning throat.

Then he removed two anti-inflammatory capsules and swallowed them with a small amount of saliva.

Dennis: "... What kind of medicine are you taking? Is it okay to take the two together? Don't you read the side effects and instructions?"

During the three years of acquaintance, Dennis never saw Xia Chuan get sick, but saw him get injured.This man dealt with his own injury in such a perfunctory manner that even a dog couldn't see it.

Regardless of whether it was a hot weapon wound or a cold weapon wound, he took out the anti-inflammatory tablets and swallowed a couple of them, and then simply sterilized the wound. Wrinkle as if you were dealing with someone else's injury.Then simply wrap the bandage twice around the wound to feel it.

Xia Chuan has a very low liking for things like bandages, because once they are wrapped up, they will always make their movements much stiffer.So he can only bear it for two days at most, and as soon as the wound starts to scab and scar, he will tear off the bandages that are in the way and do what he should do.

Dennis has talked about his behavior of using anti-inflammatory drugs as a "perfect tonic" many times.

He himself felt that his tongue was going to callus, but the moving iceberg went in and out of his left ear and out of his right ear. He didn't care about it at all, and it would still be the same next time he was injured—how particular about eating, how perfunctory taking medicine, and never being unified on a track.

Xia Chuan took painkillers and anti-inflammatory capsules, drank two sips of soda water to moisten his throat, and felt that his throat was more comfortable than before, so he opened his mouth and said to Dennis with words like gold: "What's wrong with the signal?" ,go on."

Dennis: "..." Great, asked a bunch of questions and didn't get a single answer.

However, he also knew that Xia Chuan didn't like to mention injuries, so he didn't continue to ask.After being reminded by Xia Chuan, he finally remembered what he wanted to say before——

Dennis raised the spare phone in his hand, shook it in front of Xia Chuan, pointed the screen at Xia Chuan, and said, "Did you see the signal grid in the upper left corner? Please take a closer look, and then tell me loudly what the hell it is. Isn’t it Mange? Let me make sure I’m not blind! In this hellish place, the world is full of prehistoric animals, primeval forests, and seas… there are letters? Or Mange? You’re fucking kidding me!”

But who would have thought that Xia Chuan stared at the phone screen for a few seconds before suddenly saying, "No signal."

"Huh?!" Dennis blinked, retracted his hands and lowered his head to look at the screen fiercely, almost pulling out his eyeballs and sticking them directly to the screen.

I saw that the place where the signal was displayed in the upper left corner of the spare mobile phone did display three words-"No service".

"Eh? How could it be—so it was just because the phone had just been turned on and the status of the phone hadn't responded yet?" Dennis was still glued to the screen as he spoke, wondering when the word "No Service" flashed twice. Down, disappeared, and then the signal grid became full again.

Dennis: "...What's the situation?" As soon as he said this, the signal grids began to mess up again—one grid for a while, three grids for a while, and full grids for a while.

In less than a minute, the entire signal grid flickered like a madman.

Seeing him staring blankly at the phone, Xia Chuan frowned and asked hoarsely, "What's wrong?"

Dennis laughed dryly, and said in a flat tone with almost no ups and downs: "Hehe, I think I must have seen a ghost... Even if I receive a call at this time, I won't be surprised—"

Before he finished speaking, the spare phone in his hand suddenly began to vibrate "buzz-buzz-".

"It's...it's..." Dennis squeezed out the last two words from his throat, then his hands trembled, and the phone fell to the ground with a "slap", with the bright screen facing upwards, sticking to the uneven surface The ground of the cave continued to "hum" and vibrate.

Xia Chuan glanced at Dennis, then turned his attention to the phone screen, which displayed the name of the caller—Gerald Weimer.

Xia Chuan is no stranger to this person, he is more used to another name for this person than his name - that German guy with a straight face all day long.That's the description Dennis uses every time he talks about him, even less than 10 minutes ago, when Dennis mentioned him.

This person stayed on the cruise ship just like them a day ago, let’s just say it was a day, and later, like them, he broke free from the cabin and fell into the sea.

The only difference is that Xia Chuan and Dennis are still alive, while Gerald... probably has already slept in the deep sea at this time.

In this ghostly place that seems to be a prehistoric world, the mobile phone still has a signal and can receive incoming calls, and this call comes from a dead person...

The blood on Dennis's face faded away almost instantly, and he stared at the phone, but he dared not reach out.

The courageous Xia Chuan glanced at him, then simply picked up the phone, pressed the answer button, and stuck it to his ear.

The author has something to say: Small theater [This can probably be called a hundred ways to die for a supporting role]: Deep Blue: If you stay by the fire for a long time and lack water, take a break from work-related injuries, bye.

Xia Chuan: ...

Dennis: Is this okay too?

Dark Blue One Tail: Tsk—what's none of your business again?

Dennis, pawn.