Chapter 544:

"Fool! Oh, you are so stupid!" he said. "Dust-dust." Then, he asked Smith's gentle hand to guide him back to the crib, causing him to fall into trouble sleeping.
When Li Bai woke up, the relatively cool dusk was easing the frenetic midday heat. And, strangely, his troubles and all contradictory plans have been simplified by magic sleep. His course is completely simple. He is going to the crater again.
"What's there?" Smith demanded. "What do you think you will find?"
The answer is: "I don't know."
"Then why? What is the devil's idea?"
"This is my job. They handed it over to me, Eriksson and his crowd. I have to go."
Smith has nothing to say, it seems that he can touch Lee Bad and get him out of his idea.
"On the road, you will be safe." Li Huai told him when he added water to the canteen to prepare for his trip. "You can get on the highway in the morning."
Answer effortlessly. are you crazy? He is not sure. Of course he had a terrible bump, but no bone fractures. However, it may be that he is still dizzy-the crack in the head may have done it.
But he admits that he has no use for other arguments. Dean went to the crater again-did not stop him-but he was not alone. Smith can see this.
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Li Huai got a tougher climb. They first went to the ghost town: the above the small rhyolite can save the tired journey. But once they got there, they knew that the route was not where they wanted to stay at night. When Smith walked to the place they had visited the day before, passing the sand dunes over the windy dunes, he realized this and grabbed Li Badi's arm.
"I think so." He said softly. "I thought I saw something there the other day, but the sand fell and hid it. I didn't know that those old friends went to the subway station in Little Rhyolite."
Same as, looking surprised at the circular opening of the sand, a tunnel opening, driving through the flowing sand, the tunnel-if you can tell, it is a tunnel lined with brown sparkling glasses.
The understanding came soon.
"Flame Jet!" He held his breath. "They melted the whole process; the sand became glass; when they hardened, they held them in some way." He walked cautiously to the dark entrance and stared inside.
Dark, but once melted and dripping walls gave off almost shining reflections. The tunnel is slightly inclined and then straightened horizontally. It can stand upright in it, leaving a margin of two feet easily.
Smithy said: "That's how dirty rats get to the camp. It's like moles on the runway. No wonder they will emerge from anywhere. But, Dean, old man, I think we are facing us. Dare to talk to each other. Don’t tell me, this is just the man we have to meet-"
"Wait," begged in a low voice. "Wait until we know. That's why I dare not go out without a clear report. We will come up, but not here. We will queue up here."
He drove past the crumbling city wall and kicked the foot of the mountain to where he had climbed before. And, sometimes, with the help of the support arm, he finds himself in a huge crack in the rock again.
Now, the darkness has turned the passage into a dark and shadowy place. The broad cup-shaped crater waited quietly. Under the starlight, the huge bunker seemed to have only cooled down instantly. The twisted rock that formed the rim was captured at the moment of torture, and frozen to deep silence and eternal death: the black tuff blocks protruding from the mountain of ash may be buried by the suffocating mass, but for a moment prior to. It was a dead place, a place where there was no movement-until the breeze whirled like a gust of wind on the jagged debris, sweeping the sand in the lowest pit and sucking it into a cloud of dust.
The word was on Li Badi's lips. "Dust-dust in the crater. Fool! I said I could read the signs; I thought I was a desert man."
"Dust? Why shouldn't there be dust? Old man, how do you usually arrange volcanoes?"
"Xin Chen!" Li Huai interrupted in the same whisper. He looked around suddenly, as if he was afraid of being heard. "Look, the wind is blowing. Coarse sand and pumice stone, this is to be expected; but where the wind has been blowing for the past million years, it is dust! I didn't have that arrangement, Smith, it's not unless the sand has been disturbed recently Up!"
Moving silently on the beach. No chance to hide; the surface is too smooth. However, he hoped that when he continued along the gentle and long slope, he hoped he could hide. In the wide bowl at the top of the huge crater, there is nothing, only the fire of dead ashes hundreds of years ago, the rough, ignited rock, and no spinal nerves tingling. Trying to tell myself that he is alone. Even the gun in his hand seemed to be an absurd precaution. However, he was sure that in addition to being invisible, he would definitely see his invisible eyes.
When he gets close to them, the blocks are huge. They were buried in the sand, their sides looked like mirrors, and the edges were real and straight. "Crystal." Li Huai tried to tell himself, but he knew that was not the case.
Holding a gun, he moved among the huge rocks. The exposed sand crosses the ground and flows down at a steeper to form the throat-the small crater in the crater itself. Noting this, he bent down, concealed half of it, and forgot about it. Its protruding end was shining in the light of the stars because he saw it gleaming at the bottom of the derrick.
He grabbed the metal pipe and noticed the tip of the lava, like the one Smith found in the ghost town. Obviously, the tube was part of another mechanism. Larson was suddenly surprised. He was holding a flamethrower jet, perhaps the one that almost killed him.
When he was still thinking, the idea disappeared from his mind. He was suddenly thrown onto the sand. The sand quickly slipped from his feet. His limbs scrambled to grasp some fixtures to avoid being driven away.
Met a corner of a shimmering stone, attracted myself there, reached the slanted side, then climbed frantically to the top, and then faced the sandboarding place myself. But when he reached the sand, his furious eyes found only a black hole-a vertical hole, like the ancient throat of a volcano. Like a tunnel in the sand, it is lined with smooth and sparkling glass.
At first it was black, yawning, ominous flower glue, until the polished sides reflected light from below and shone red with the hidden firelight.
A quick search of the eyes does not require time to understand the meaning of changes. Anyone who suffered any threats to the camp fell into a trap. He turned abruptly and jumped out of the obstacle, but stopped when he saw Smith's chunky figure sliding slowly across the beach.
"Back!" he shouted. His voice was almost a scream, harsh sound and excitement. "Go back, Smith! I'm here!"
It will leap. Below the block, the sand bulged upward, and yellow animal things climbed into the night. He saw it dimly-saw this one and other things that must be hidden on the beach. They are between him and Smith! A red light came from behind him-there must be something else there! He snatched the gun from the holster when he turned around.
The flames hissed in the darkness, and five to six of them were crimson flames. When he looked at them, they turned green, and the green light was scattered on the creatures that guided them under the terrible lighting.
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