Chapter 542:

The sound of his lips was a terrible whisper at first, but the power reserve in the terrible incident-on the body of Riley, the foreman of the night drilling crew-must still not be used.
He can paint now. Before passing through the basin camp, his voice rang so many times again. It reached the ears of every listener, and the crowded people stood quietly. Terror has changed the wood that people are used to, and this is obvious to everyone.
"Devil!" Riley said. "Devil, go straight to heaven! ... I saw them-I saw their plains! ... I shot-like hot lead will hurt the power of Satan....
"Oh, sir,"-his gaze has spotted the eyes leaning over-"because of the love, sir, are you damned? This place is really damn. Go away..."
He closed his eyes. But he started again. His last twitching motion raised his head from the beach, his voice loud and harsh.
"Fire! The fire of hell! He gave it to me! God help..."
But Riley, before his failing mind remembered the tormenting flame again, must have slipped into darkness, shrouded like a velvet shadow behind a low-hanging star. Feeling his hand above the heart for a while, confirming the message of closing his eyes and tilting his head back.
He slowly stood up.
"Continue to flood!" he ordered. "Order the armed guard Smith; keep the entire camp patrolled."
Then to the man:
"Boy, Riley was wrong. He believed what he said, yes, but Smith and I know more. Don't worry about demons. These are just some dirty, foot dogs, this time escaped the murder, but they will win . Don’t do it again. We know where they are hiding. I’m checking them now. After that, all of you will have a chance to bill poor old Riley!"
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When he and Lee Bad were alone, Smith protested: "Dean, you can't explain the disappearance so easily."
"No, I can't explain." Li Badi's words came slowly. "They have something we don't know yet, but I will know the answer, and I will find the answer tonight!"
He is sitting behind the wheel of that old car.
He said to Smith: "I'm as good as this group of people." That's my battle, you know. I will go alone. But there will be no battle on this trip; I will only look around. "
He leaned over the car and held his shoulders with firm and steady hands.
"When the show started, you didn't see the crater. You think I'm crazy, but in that crater, I will find answers to many questions. Lord knows what the answer will be. I no longer try to guess. I’m just going there to find answers."
He was gone, he began to ignore Smith's protest against the plan, and the car's rear wheels threw sand and water. Don't want to argue. He must climb the mountain in the dark. In the sun, he will never live. He would be alone and invisible.
He went around the empty town at the foot of the mountain. The spectral wall of the small rhyolite still showed empty windows, staring like dead eyes, this man guided his car along the hidden hard salt crust desert without light. He was sure that the other eyes were watching.
Start climbing at a point five miles away. From a distance, the smooth and hard hillside becomes a piece of wind-filled sand dust in a closer range, carved into various peculiar shapes. But its very rough surface provided protection, fighting the dragging sand, and the gray suffocating ashes that made his throat dry and cut like emery without worrying about being observed.
He also buys time. Above the "little rhyolite", any mysterious person is climbing. There is a wind-swept area with pumice stones. One can spend quality time there. Li Badi does not have these to help him. As he struggled, he glanced eagerly at the eastern sky until he saw the gray light turn rose and gold-but when the first rays of direct sunlight came in, he stood on the edge of the crater Titanic in the cracks.
The top of the volcano was blown away by countless years of wind. Black, brown, and even blood red rocks are exposed to the merciless sunlight. Their colors are mixed in distorted weird fantasy, telling the heat that formed them.
When he stood, they towered high above their heads, panting and shaking tiredly. The crack in front of him became huge: it was a canyon, half full of pumice and coarse ash.
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Listened quietly for a long time. At the end of the canyon is the crater, in which he will find... But there was no impression in his mind of what he saw. He only knew that he himself must remain invisible. He proceeded cautiously.
Rock wall; sand floor with no traces of feet. He looked ahead and above. His gun is ready. He did not propose to be ambushed. He can't move.
The silence still exists. Except for himself, no other creature makes the scene flicker and dynamic. In these barren desolations, even lizards have no hope to exist. He was alone-before reaching the end of the canyon, this certainty had penetrated deeply into his mind. Moreover, although desert people are accustomed to traveling on a barren earth, Li Huai learned new meanings and the depth of loneliness.
There is no silent company of trees, bushes or cacti. Almost no creature crawled on the rock—he was alone, in a place where life seemed to be forbidden, the only spot in life.
He was so sure that he boldly walked out from the end of the canyon. Before he looked, he knew he would only see more of the same desolation. His heart was full of anger and disappointment.
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A little against him! There was something in their camp-killed old Riley. Moreover, Li Huai was quite sure that he would find traces here, so that he could name the opposing unit...
He stared at a pit illuminated by the sun from a crack in the rock. The rising sun has poured its energy on the jagged edges of the dim rock, and fell into the wide throat, dwelling in the soot.
It tilted slowly from all directions, and it was a gray-brown powder coughed up from the inside of the earth. It paves the floor where you can walk safely. But he did not continue.
"Damn it!" he said suddenly presumptuously. "I'm such a fool to find anyone here. Who would choose such a location for such a base?"
He stared angrily at the soot floor, black, exposing a lot of lime. He was angry with himself, angry, confused and tired of his climbing. Deep in the huge shallow pit, dazzling sunlight shone from the smooth chunks on the side. A whirlwind radiated there for a while, lifting the dust into a vertical gray cylinder, which was the only sign of movement in the entire desolate scene. Turning around, stepping on the long blood flowing back to the bottom of the basin.
They try to stay confident in front of men. He keeps them busy placing and stacking materials. Although something mysterious happened that night, all work will continue.
The dean even plans to resume drilling operations. He dropped another bait at the end of the ten-mile cable, but he stayed there. He didn't care to improve it, and risked destroying the morale of the man with more inexplicable results.
"It's too late, it's too late." He said to Smith that afternoon. "We will give up all work and let the men sleep well. I will be on duty tonight and you can finish the work tomorrow."
Although the lifting drum was carried by himself, some drilling personnel were still standing nearby. Hook one end of the ratchet release lever under the ring on your hand, and then pinch the meat. When the driller walks away, use this as an excuse to wait for a while.
He said, "I don't think I should wear it." He wiped a blood stain under the gold belt. "But this is an old cameo-it belongs to my father."
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