Chapter 267: Snake Ghost Town · Second Night: It

I felt a little bit disappointed, but I immediately understood that the dull oil bottle was right. I was not a determined person. Under such circumstances that fatigue has not been fully recovered, I cannot be a good vigil. If you are not careful, everyone will be there Under danger. At this time, letting the dull oil bottle stay all night is actually forced by the situation.
The fat man didn't object, only said: "I don't think it's enough to be alone, brother, you can't keep such a big place alone. I will stay with you for half night in the evening. After staying tonight, we will change places tomorrow and rest hard."
Thinking about the oil bottle, did not show anything. The fat man is so settled.
I was thinking about whether to stop sleeping, but then I thought about it. I will have to take a rest for the boring oil bottle tomorrow. After I rest, I can hold him tomorrow, so I feel more comfortable.
The fat man stretched his waist and said, "This is basically the case. Don't think about it. Let's think about what to do tomorrow. Brother, you just said that you have a way to find the entrance. What's going on? ? "
The oil bottle looked at him and said, "This method is very difficult to succeed, so I will not mention it."
The fat man immediately said, "Don't, don't, don't tell me first, I don't want to go back like this."
The dull oil bottle was silent for a moment, and then looked at us: "Let's go grab Wenjin."
Both me and the fat man were stunned, and then I smiled bitterly, shaking my head while laughing. Indeed, this method is very difficult to succeed. It is very difficult for us to reach this camp. The target here is huge, and there are signal smokes. There is only one person in Wenjin, and he can run away. Looking for someone in such a large sea of ​​trees, looking for a needle in a haystack.
The fat man was full of hope, and at this time he collapsed and said, "You might as well say to grab his uncle, the difficulty is almost the same. Moreover, maybe Wen Jin doesn't know the entrance yet, the note that Xiao Wu found Did n’t she say she went back without entering here?

The stuffy oil bottle dropped some firewood into the campfire and said, "No, she must know."
"Why?"
"my feeling."
The fat man looked at me and shrugged. It was all right. He sighed: "It feels like my feeling is that I must have run away this time." I took a sip of water and looked depressed.
Several people stopped talking. I thought about it from there, but I felt that the oil bottle was so well-founded.
According to the ins and outs of the matter, it is inferred that all the sources are on those videos. Judeco and I have received the videos. We have learned about Wenjin ’s inspection several years ago in different ways, which contributed to this time. Investigate. Therefore, the purpose of Wen Jin sending the video should be to lead us to this ghost place.
The purpose of my uncle's trip was to follow Judeka's team, to figure out what they were tracing, and to check the true purpose of their activities in China for so many years, but Judeka's team had been his mother before entering Devil City. When it collapsed, the tracking became meaningless. With the character of my third uncle, after meeting with the black blind man, he would severely confess to the remaining Judeka people and ask Judeka's purpose for this trip.
Therefore, the information that Uncle San might get should be limited. In this case, it seems that Wen Jin who sent the videotape must be the one who knows the most. There is no clue that Uncle San can know. Wen Jin will not know.
Thinking of those dribbling tapes, I felt a little uncomfortable. What exactly was the same face on my face. If Wen Jin was really caught, I must ask. But this is not the time to consider these. I said to the fat man: "Anyway, the probability of Wen Jin knowing is much greater than not knowing it. I think we should not think about it when we have nowhere to go. The most difficult thing is to catch Wen Jin. Matter. "
The fat man lit a cigarette and took a sip and said, "It's not difficult, it's impossible. She sees that we can run, even if she has GPS on her body, we may not be able to catch her in such a big place. . "
"Maybe we can be a trap to lure her over," I said.
"How are you going to lure? Seduced?" The fat man didn't have a good air: "The three of us wandering in the forest while striptease?"
I sighed, it was really troublesome, if she was towards us, then we yelled or used firelight as a signal, and when there was always a response, the two sides would correct each other's direction and they might encounter, but the problem was that she saw Why should we run away? Why?
I was depressed and said, "You said, why did she run when she saw us at the mouth of the canyon? Isn't it her who asked Lord Dolma to send us a message? She appeared there at that time, and should be waiting for us, Why did n’t she meet us? Is she really mentally ill? "
The dull oil bottle slowly shook his head, saying that the judgment of mental disorder was when we saw her covered with mud. Now I know that there is a reason for her covered with mud. So obviously Wen Jin saw us at the time. The time was extremely calm. Her escape is the result of her judgment based on the situation.
The fat man is puzzled. "So it makes sense for her to run away, and we will not harm her, what is she running?"
"Calm ─ Escape ──" I understood what he meant, and my back became cold.
What is Wenjin afraid of?
In her notes, in her messages, she repeatedly mentioned that she was escaping something, which she called "it", and she told us that the "it" was entering us in the Qaidam Basin Among. So, there is only one more reasonable possibility of speaking, and I said with a loud voice: "Does Wen Jin escape and see that" it "is among the few of us?"
The oil bottle nodded, "I'm afraid this is the case."
I looked at the fat man, at Panzi in the tent, and at the stupid oil bottle.
"At the time, there were four brothers, Xiaowu, me, and Dapan. So, one of the four of us scared her away?" The fat man also looked at us. "One of us Bad guy? "
I didn't make a sound with the stuffy oil bottle. The fat man immediately raised his hand and said, "Fat man, I am a good person, definitely not me. I am not interested in your little girl."
"This is just an idea, maybe not." I feel very uncomfortable with this statement. Everyone here was born or died. I would rather believe that Wen Jin escaped because she was crazy.
"The key question is, what is that" it "?" Fatty said: "Brother, don't you know?"
The oil bottle looked up at him and shook his head.
"Will anyone be dressed like ours, one of us is pretending to be?" The fat man asked, and said he was pulling his face hard, expressing his innocence: "Look, fat man, my face is genuine."
"I thought about this. I just checked you and Pan Zi when you fell asleep." The oil bottle said: "No problem."
I remembered that when he saw him, he was crouching next to Pan Zi. He was originally engaged in this famous hall. It seems that he had long thought of this matter, but he never said it. This man is really deep.
The fat man looked at me: "What about Xiao Wu?"
I immediately pulled my face: "Relax, it is absolutely original."
"It's hard to say, you added it halfway, maybe you are posing. Come, let my fat man check it." The fat man reached out and pulled it hard, and my tears came out when it hurt, before letting go: " It's your pass. "
"So, it shouldn't be a problem in this respect." The dull oil bottle pointed to Wen Jin's note in my pocket and asked me, "Is there any relevant record on it?"
I took it out and shook my head, "What is certain is that in the description of Wen Jin, this" it "is tracking them, and it should be intellectual, and I feel that it must be a person, but I don't know why. Use this "it". "
The fat man stood up, drank a few sips of water, and handed the kettle to the dull oil bottle said: "Speaking, tracking them, isn't it your third uncle, will it be your third uncle? Maybe it ’s wrong, do n’t you look a little like your third uncle?

I thought I was more handsome. The oil bottle took over the fat man's kettle. Just now, the fat man suddenly reached out and squeezed the face of the oil bottle. Squeeze and pull hard.