Thriller Tour Group

"Hoo..."

The heavy and hoarse gasping sound was like a dying gasp after a broken lung, and it exuded a thick and ominous breath of death, just like the cries of a raven in its final death struggle. The smell of blood became stronger and stronger, the cave became dim, and the figure of Hong Dao next to him was blurry and black, like a shadow reflected on the rock wall. The red team's fingers slipped from the white cat's cheek and hung down. He leaned against the rock wall with his head lowered. The shadow covered his face, leaving only the sound of heavy and sometimes light breathing. The tall figure actually looked weak and rickety. .

What Bingyi felt when he first woke up Hong Dao was a strange and frightening twisted force, as powerful and thick as thick blood. The red team felt to him at the moment like a candle in the wind, about to be extinguished as soon as it blew.

Is it because his spiritual imprint is too weak and will dissipate?

No, it's not.

Your mother lived and left the Kinlunga Divide.

The obsession of the red team turned out to be this sentence. If he went to Iceland with the red guide back then, how could he not know whether the red guide was alive in the Golden Lunga Chasm? Even if they get separated along the way, they can always return to reality and meet again as soon as the journey is over.

Then there are only two possibilities.

The first red team member died in Iceland, in the chasm, so he didn't know what happened next.

The second red guide completely disappeared in the chasm and never met the red team again.

Bingyi thinks it’s the former.

"Tick tock."

The viscous liquid dripped, and the red team's hard and heavy breathing stopped at some point. The silence in the cave could no longer be heard, only the sound of blood dripping could be heard, and the smell of blood became stronger and stronger.

Tick ​​tock.

Cat Cat B moved in front of the red team and cradled his hanging hand with his head. The liquid on the red team’s fingertips made the top of the big white cat’s head feel cold and sticky. It smelled like blood. It raised its head and silently licked the red team's fingertips. This is a dream, nothingness, not reality. The white cat did not lick any blood. The blood still dripped from the red team's fingertips and accumulated in a puddle on the ground.

"Ho--"

But the red team seemed to feel something. The dying gasp sounded again, this time it was a long one, as if he was trying his best to breathe, making people worried that he would die. Fortunately, after this gasp, the red team's breathing came back, rapid but clear, just like a drowning person who was rescued from death, and his soul returned to the world from the Temple of Hell.

"...so dark."

The red team member whispered miserably, his voice hoarse and weak, conveying a strong sense of sleepiness and exhaustion, as if he was struggling on the edge of wakefulness and fainting, and might fall into eternal sleep at any time.

But at the next moment, a bright and warm flame ignited in the darkness. The long hair of the silver-white Maine Coon cat ignited the flames. Bingyi exerted the power of the flame, like a big cat made of condensed flames. The burning flame Bringing light and warmth, the red team's fingertips trembled twitchingly, and finally their attention fell on Bingyi.

"You said...Sister Hong is still alive and left the Jinlunga Chasm alive?"

'That's right'

At this time, Bingyi had quickly merged with the female insect Little Rose, and connected himself and the red team with a string. It's difficult to talk directly without carrying the crystal dragon with you, but it's also very convenient to pull the thread. Moreover, Bingyi discovered a detail when connecting the thread. When the green thread blocked the way like a spider's thread, the red team's fingertips subconsciously shrank, and then they paused and connected to the thread as if nothing had happened.

What kind of psychological shadow does this have on spider silk, thin threads, connecting threads and the like? Or is there such a demonic insect deep in the primitive abyss? Or is it related to the red team's terrible situation at the time? Bingyi was brainstorming, and with just a few moves from the red team, he could analyze a dozen possible meanings of thousands of words, until he heard the red team mutter:

"Spider cat..."

The red team weakly said to himself: "Okay, okay... I don't know who to choose... What kind of bugs do you eat, cockroaches?"

Director Cat B:?

What's this? Isn't he a bit unable to pick up on the sudden topic of the red team? Could it be that the red team's mental state was so bad at the end of the trip that they had hallucinations or something like that?

Bingyi tried his best to analyze something from the red team's words, but after exchanging a few words, he quickly discovered that the current state of the red team might just be because the mental imprint was so weak that it was about to dissipate. He was not like the former Hong guide who could communicate with questions and answers. He was more like talking to himself about whatever came to mind. He was also talking about the orchids he raised before. The roots were rotten and he wanted to dig some in the deep mountains and old forests and bring them back to Hong. Sister Hong went on an outing with him, but Sister Hong didn't go with him. After a while, she complained that she hadn't been home for a long time. When she returned to Nantian, the tide was so bad that many of the ancient books she bought at home were eaten by insects.

When Bingyi talks to the red team, he sometimes answers, sometimes he doesn't, and even if he answers, he may not answer the question. Bingyi tentatively asked him why he was afraid of insects. Is it because there were many demonic insects in the primitive abyss? The red team answered the question and said that he was not afraid of insects, but he felt sorry for books. But cats are not afraid of spiders. Cats love to play with bugs, and spiders eat bugs. How wonderful.

Then he babbled about how there were too many mosquitoes when he lived in the countryside. He caught a lot of dragonflies and put them in the mosquito net to have a peaceful sleep at night, but a cat discovered them. When he was sleeping at night, the mosquito net was torn by the cat, and the dragonflies were caught by the cat. The mosquitoes were like bombers, forcing him to sleep all night.

"You don't know how to scratch a mosquito net."

He muttered to himself, and then chatted with Bingyi again. His fingertips moved feebly, and he lightly tapped the tip of its claws: "Your mother loves to be clean, so she may not let you go to bed. You and your brother Let's sleep together... Your brother also likes to be clean. Oh, it's okay. I'll make a small bed for you. Spider Cat should also have a bed to sleep on. "

The big white cat didn't say anything, but gently rubbed the red team's cold fingers. He originally wanted to ask the red team about the past events of the year, about the situation in the Jin Lunga Chasm, and what happened to them back then. Are the so-called cocoons and the flowers that give birth to butterflies really in the deepest part of the primitive abyss? ?

He wanted to ask why his brother insisted on going into the abyss, and why he could keep so many butterfly fragments in his body. Is all this related to his parents' visit to Iceland? He also wanted to ask if this spiritual imprint could be preserved. If he took possession of the fountain of destiny as his own, would his old dream be able to continue forever?

There are too many questions that Bingyi wants to know, and he has too little time. Every minute should be used wisely. He wanted to become stronger quickly and know what Phantom Cat was planning and what An Xuefeng was planning, and he wanted to be able to participate in their plans as soon as possible.

But at this moment, he thought it was good to listen to the red team talk about the past, and it was okay if his mental imprint was so weak that it was difficult to communicate normally. The red team can say whatever they want, and he will be a quiet listener until his mental imprint dissipates. According to the current strength of his mental imprint, he may only be able to last another quarter of an hour at most.

That's pretty good.

"You can go sleep quietly in the main room. Your mother and I... won't go back very often. We'll be outside all the time."

The red team is still planning where Spider-Cat should live. His thinking is obviously confused, and he denies what he just said: "It's better to live in the same room with your brother. We can't come back to stay with you all the time. You have to be good."

‘Why can’t you come back more often? ’

Bingyi followed the red team's words and asked. He found that as long as he joined the red team's topic instead of asking questions by himself, the red team would more or less give him a response. For example, right now, the red team was coughing and gasping, He seemed to be smiling, and his voice was a little hoarse: "The place we are going to is too far away, we can't go back... A good boy must learn to be independent, and your brother will take care of you."

"too small……"

The red team sighed, feeling a little depressed and disappointed. Bingyi didn't feel his gaze. He seemed to be sinking into his own world and didn't know what he was looking at. Bingyi tried to talk more about his brother, but the red team fell into a confused state of talking to himself. After a while, he sighed and said: "I haven't seen you, are you still in your mother's belly? Alas. , It really shouldn’t be the case, the country is talking about family planning, and we are holding the country back.”

After a while, he became a little happy and said: "Your brother doesn't like to talk, and your mother doesn't like to talk too much on weekdays. I want to teach you to talk more, and we will talk more in the future."

He talked incoherently, and then went back to family planning, saying that the nature of their work was special and the family planning office should not be able to trace it, but they had to actively pay some fines so that they could have peace of mind. But soon he was worried and regretful, saying that he should not have given birth because they had been polluted for too long and he was afraid that the child would be sick.

"Your mother may abort you, but it's not that she doesn't love you."

The red team lowered his voice. His voice was originally quiet, but after deliberately speaking softly, it became more breathless: "Look, you are a spider cat. There is obviously something wrong. Your brother actually has something wrong too, he is also a cat."

"How can a cat come from a human being?"

The red team muttered depressedly, but then suddenly became excited, saying that giving birth to a child counts as a child, and having a cat does not count as a person, nor does it count as a hindrance to the country. That person said that no matter whether the cat is black or white, it is a good cat if it catches mice. If you are a white cat, you are a good cat.

His logic made sense to him, and he became peaceful and his breathing became much calmer. Bingyi, on the other hand, was bypassed and was so frightened that he wondered if the red team had confused the past and the present, or was it that he and his brother were really cats when they were born? ? This question sounds stupid, but anything can happen on this journey. The tour guides and tourists are so strong that they are absolutely inhuman. It seems normal to give birth to a cat... Is he really a cat?

But when he asked casually, "My brother was born a cat?" ’, the red team couldn’t help laughing until they kept coughing: “It’s not like a fairy tale. Of course your brother was a child when he was born. How could you be a cat?”

Bingyi knew that he had asked a stupid question, and he smiled helplessly in his heart. The red team was just confused because the mental imprint was weak in the past and now. Analyzing and pondering his words over and over might lead you into a ditch, so don’t think too much. When Bingyi realized it, his spirit suddenly became much lighter. He was used to thinking deeply and overly. Now he didn't need to think too much, just cherish this last bit of time together.

But as soon as Bingyi relaxed, he noticed that the red team fell silent and looked at him with a worried and heavy look. Bingyi's heart suddenly jumped as he looked at him, wondering what could have happened? Is this the red team's mental imprint that is about to dissipate and return to the light, so it's time to start talking about business? Sure enough, the next moment Bingyi heard the red team ask in a deep voice: "You... are the tour guide, right?"

'right'

Bingyi responded, with mixed emotions in his heart. On the one hand, he wanted to know more about what happened back then. It would definitely be more conducive to communication if the red team regained consciousness. But on the other hand, this kind of 'awakening' is probably the mental imprint that is about to dissipate at the end of his life. He hopes that this last moment can come slower, even if he listens to the red team talking about the past.

However, what the red team said next was completely different from what Bingyi thought!

"I knew...you are a tour guide, yes, you must be a tour guide..."

The red team's increasingly solemn words made Bingyi quickly calm down and tighten his nerves, feeling that he was going to reveal some important news next. The red team is getting weaker and weaker, their voices are getting smaller and smaller, and the voices coming from the thread are even more chaotic. In order to hear clearly at close range, the big white cat got closer and closer, almost standing up with its front paws on the red team's arm to listen.

Then he heard what the red team was whispering.

"I don't even know whether I am a cat or a human...how could I ask such a question..."

"You little fool... Dementia can be considered a terminal disease... Oh, the tour guide's life..."

Bingyi:?

The big white cat was stunned when he heard this, staring at the red team over and over again, almost doubting his own ears - what did he say? What idiot is a tour guide with dementia and terminal illness? ? Is there any father who says that about his own children? ! The big white cat couldn't help cursing and accusing meows. It meowed a few times and looked at the red team suspiciously. Is he really mentally confused and talking nonsense to himself? Or are you teasing him on purpose? The things I talked about before may be true mental confusion, but starting from the topic of 'little fool', Bing felt something was wrong as soon as he took a closer look.

"Cough cough cough, cough cough cough -"

The red team suddenly coughed violently, heartbreakingly, and the smell of blood suddenly became stronger. Bing couldn't think about it anymore for a moment, worried that he was under too much pressure. The big white cat of the red team quickly sat back and asked worriedly, and then it seemed to hear the red team laughing in between violent coughs.

A laugh? !

Bingyi was speechless. Now he was really sure that the red team had really returned to 'normal'. But after the 'exchange' just now, he no longer had those particularly complicated and unspeakable emotions in his heart, and his spirits were no longer high. nervous. Bingyi vaguely noticed something. The red team's teasing just now might have been intentional, so that he could relax and not be too nervous.

"The spirit of a tour guide... is very strong, but also very fragile..."

The red team coughed and gasped a few times, feeling that the big white cat had noticed his intentions, and chuckled: "It's easy to lose control if you are too tight...the mood swings are too violent...it can easily trigger inner demons."

The younger son is smart and perceptive, and he has a very thoughtful character at first glance. Even though he is calm on the surface, the red team can still feel the care in his heart through the strange thread that connects them.

His thoughts were no longer chaotic when he talked about cats, but he did not want the child to lose his energy because of this, because the news he said next was too tense and his mood swings were too violent. He is a very patient person and can slowly and gently guide the topic. However, God did not leave him much time. He is just a broken spirit that has died long ago and remains on the dark ice field. He cannot Do more.

'Let him come in too...'

Feeling the white cat's mood at the other end of the thread begin to fluctuate, the red team smiled helplessly. He had no strength to speak, but fortunately he could still communicate with the white cat using his heartbeats.

'That snow leopard, he is your passenger...let him come in too'

‘It can also hear these words’

After calling in Bingyi's heart, An Xuebao quickly came to the depths of the cave. It was obvious that it had been guarding outside. It had long sensed that Bingyi's mood and spirit were fluctuating severely. As soon as he came in, he put the big white cat into his arms, wrapped his tail around its tail, and then nodded to the red team.

"call!"

Bingyi gave it a smack and tried his best to move forward, nervously paying attention to the movements of the red team. Although it was the Red Team who asked him to call An Xuefeng in, Bingyi still remembers the fact that Director Red immediately ended his 'waking up' state when he saw the snow leopard licking him, and he was afraid that the Red Team wouldn't be able to bear it if it came to him. .

Fortunately, what he was worried about did not happen. The mood on the red team was very stable, even calmer than before.

'He can't see'

At this time, An Xuefeng discovered the clue and whispered to Tong Bingyi: "Look at his eyes."

Eye?

Bingyi's heart tightened and he leaned forward to look over. The red team remained weak and lowered their heads, but did not dodge when they felt his movement. So Bingyi leaned over and saw his face - his appearance was still blurry, but one part could be seen clearly. There were only two bloody holes where the eyes used to be. They were empty and dim, and nothing could be seen.

The red team is blind, but how is this possible? Bingyi clearly felt the red team's gaze just now, felt his gaze.

‘Because you correspond to him, you awaken him, and he sees you on a ‘spiritual’ level’

An Xuefeng whispered: "And he can't see anyone except you." The awakened tour guides or passengers have different spiritual imprints and show different states. The red team’s spiritual imprint...should have been left behind before he died.

As An Xuefeng said, it was clear that the red team was 'blind', but he still seemed to 'see' the white cat's movements, soothing him and saying softly: 'It's okay, it's just a pair of eyes.'

‘The connection between the heart and mind is closer than eyes and ears. I was dead at the time, so I don’t know if your mother made it out of the chasm alive. If I were still alive, even if I only had one breath left, I would still be able to feel her breath.'

'Now that the boss and you have told me that Sister Hong left the chasm alive, I have nothing to worry about.'

But the soothing effect of the red team's words was really not strong. If An Xuebao hadn't been licking his ears to soothe him, Bingyi's mood might not be calm. The words of the red team revealed a lot of information. They indeed came together to explore the Golden Lunga Gap in Northern Europe, and it was very possible that they even went to the depths of the gap.

Then the red team died there, never leaving the dark ice field.

‘It was an adventure that brought together the Eastern and Western Districts and integrated the strongest forces at home and abroad. I’m not the only one who died, there were many more who died before me’

The red team spoke calmly, talking about life and death as if they were talking about yesterday: 'It's just that our descendants are still entering the hotel and embarking on this endless road of no return. It seems that the action back then was not successful in the end.'

With weak coughs and gasps, the red team talked intermittently about the past.