long night fire

Gnava never slackens his work:

"it is good."

When he walked towards the hut of the camp keeper, Shang Jianyao brought the topic back to just now:

"That's why I always tell Xiaobai behind my back!"

"Yeah." Jiang Baimian nodded perfunctorily and changed the subject, "In Wubei, Ding Ling helped us a lot. What do you think about finding her husband?"

Shang Jianyao rubbed his chin:

"It's just luck. The ice sheet is so big, and the destination and route map of the expedition team are confidential information. We can't even find them."

Jiang Baimian let out a "hmm" and said in thought:

"If you really want to analyze it, there are still traces to follow.

"Hey, I forgot to ask Ding Ling what kind of scientific research her husband is engaged in. This can infer many things intuitively."

The honest Shang Jianyao gave a "tsk" when he heard the words:

"Did you really forget?"

Jiang Baimian felt a little guilty and didn't answer.

She didn't ask before, mainly because Ding Ling said at the time of the request that if she could run into each other, she would send a message. Route, too much time wasted on the ice sheet.

When summer is over and autumn comes, the climate of the ice sheet will become a great enemy.

Based on this, Jiang Baimian's initial plan was just to take a look while he was on the way, and after receiving Ding Ling's help many times, he thought about doing his best.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, the cowardly and timid Shang took the initiative to change the subject:

"I think the possibility that the person named Ji Qiang is still alive is almost zero."

Jiang Baimian shook his head slowly:

"If the death is confirmed, it's impossible for the relevant departments to hide Ding Ling's knowledge, it doesn't make any sense.

"The 'Salvation Army' sacrifices a lot of people every year, and the death of a scientific researcher is not something that needs to be kept secret."

"You mean, although they confirmed that Ji Qiang and others were missing, they felt that there was still hope of being alive, so they didn't issue a death notice rashly?" Shang Jianyao pinched his chin.

Jiang Baimian let out a "hmm":

"Then, where does their confidence come from? The ice field has a harsh environment and lacks supplies. Not to mention two years, it is estimated that not many people can persist in one winter."

"Is it related to the destination? Although that place is dangerous and weird, there is no shortage of corresponding materials and buildings to withstand the severe cold?" Shang Jianyao followed Jiang Baimian's thinking to analyze, "Besides, Ji Qiang is a researcher What is the scientific expedition team, what will they want to investigate and study?"

According to these conditions, Jiang Baimian said after deliberation:

"An old world city ruin with an important laboratory, similar to the ruins of Wasteland 13?"

"But in such a place, how could people not be born and corpses not be seen..." Shang Jianyao fell silent as he spoke.

Because of the analogy with the situation in the wasteland 13 ruins, this makes sense:

There are many monsters similar to Wu Meng in the corresponding ruins. The "Salvation Army" can only do a limited amount of exploration. Once someone disappears inside, they cannot conduct a comprehensive search, and it is difficult to confirm the final situation. Moreover, maybe, Ji Qiang From time to time, the expedition team he was on sent back telegrams waiting for rescue.

Of course, it is difficult to say who sent this signal.

Shang Jianyao, who valued feelings, took over his body, sighed in embarrassment and said:

"If Ji Qiang's expedition team disappeared like this, it would be really difficult for us to deliver a message to Ding Ling."

Leaving aside whether the strength of the "Old Tune Group" can do it, such places will inevitably be supervised by the "Salvation Army". Without conflicts, it would be extremely difficult for Jiang Baimian and others to enter.

Jiang Baimian felt the same way:

"Let's take one step at a time."

She glanced at Jeep, and said to Shang Jianyao:

"It's better to hit the sun than to choose another day, and tonight will pass the shadow of the cruise ship in room '522'.

"Then, I hope you will strictly follow the 'Strategy' and explore the depths of the 'Soul Corridor' before arriving in Taicheng."

Shang Jianyao didn't make any weird remarks, stretched out his right hand, pressed his left chest and said:

"no problem.

"To save all mankind!"

At this moment, Jiang Baimian felt that he seemed to be a little different from before, but he seemed to be the same.

……

That night, Jiang Baimian entered the "Sea of ​​Origin", looking for the next island of terror.

She has spent a lot of time on this.

After another hour, she finally discovered the new island.

The island was rocky and craggy, filled with a bloody mist.

"What kind of psychological shadow will it be this time?" Jiang Baimian speeded up and climbed up.

After walking a certain distance, she suddenly saw a figure jumping off the top of the strange rock, and fell in front of her with a thud.

In the process of falling, the figure encountered many protruding stone pillars, its body was torn apart, its internal organs were scattered everywhere, and the blood was like paint, polluting a large area of ​​the ground.

Gululu, the dead man's head couldn't hold back, and rolled to Jiang Baimian's feet.

Jiang Baimian lowered his head, looked intently, and saw a familiar face full of pain.

It was her own face.

Chapter 173 The Ice Field

Jiang Baimian's heart twitched, he raised his head, and looked at other parts of the island.

Different from just now, there are one figure after another on the jagged rock.

Some of them were hung on protruding stone pillars, their tongues were strangled, some were shot several times, and their flesh was bloody, and some of their heads seemed to be hit hard by a hard object, and they were sunken in, and red blood flowed out. Blood and white brains, and so on, but the faces all belong to Jiang Baimian.

"Fear of death?" Jiang Baimian said to himself silently.

Frankly speaking, she is used to seeing death. No matter the tragedy of the robbers in Black Rat Town or the corpses everywhere during the riot in Wild Grass City, they are not much better than the current scene. , the tragic death of the same figure and appearance, she was still quite palpitating.

Normal people would have such a reaction, except for the unusual ones like Shang Jianyao.

Jiang Baimian subconsciously took a breath, only to feel a strong smell of blood all over his mouth and nose.

Suppressing the discomfort, she braked quietly, without making any unnecessary attempts, and only walked slowly around the island, trying not to fall into any corner.

During this process, she sometimes saw her head being hit by a bullet and exploded on the spot like a watermelon dropped to the ground, and sometimes found that her body was thrown in the grass in a dilapidated state, and she had obviously suffered terrible damage during her lifetime.

This scene was so real that Jiang Baimian suspected that after he quit the "Sea of ​​Origin", he would still have nightmares for many days because of it.

Finally, she couldn't help muttering:

"If you die, die, why don't you be so curious..."

At the same time, she began to think of a way to get across the island of terror.

Obviously, it is impossible to simply adapt to such a scene, otherwise, with Jiang Baimian's psychological quality, he would come to visit for a while every day, and after a week or two, he would be able to talk and laugh happily with the dead "selves". While admiring the bloody picture, I fantasized about ordering some snacks to eat.

"The key to defeating this island of terror lies in reality? But who can put themselves to death and survive? Under such circumstances, 90.00% of the people really died... Besides, many people experienced a crisis of life and death, On the contrary, it will scare the courage and leave a more serious psychological shadow..." Jiang Baimian saw that his energy was almost exhausted, so he left the "Sea of ​​Origin" and opened his eyes in the jeep.

She sat up gently, cast her gaze to the back row, and planned to ask Shang Jianyao about the result of entering the shadow of the cruise ship in room "522" tonight.

With the moonlight shining through the car window, Jiang Baimian saw a picture in his eyes:

Shang Jianyao woke up at some point, and was pressing his face against the right window glass, as if he had turned into a statue.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Baimian asked with a slight frown.

Shang Jian Yao turned her head sideways and made a "shh" gesture to signal her not to speak.

Then, he turned his head again, and continued to press his face against the glass surface, looking out the window.

Jiang Baimian climbed to the driver's seat area suspiciously, followed Shang Jianyao's line of sight, and looked at the situation outside.

Long Yuehong and Bai Chen were patrolling around the bonfire and jeep with weapons in their hands. Gnava sat cross-legged between the fire and the vehicle, seemingly entering sleep mode.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Baimian muttered.

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Long Yuehong and Bai Chen looking at each other respectively. After a brief eye contact, they smiled broadly or lightly and slowly looked away.

An aunt-like smile appeared on Jiang Baimian's face unconsciously.

She turned her head sideways and said to Shang Jianyao with her voice pressed down:

"So you're eating dog food."

Old world entertainment material can be harmful.

Shang Jianyao pulled his face away from the car window, looked back at Jiang Baimian, and opened his mouth:

"Wang Wang Wang."

"..." Jiang Baimian really couldn't lower his figure, or put his figure as low as Shang Jianyao.

This is equivalent to lying on the ground!

"Cough." Jiang Baimian cleared his throat and said, "Did the shadow of the cruise ship in room '522' pass by? What do you gain?"

"Break through." Shang Jianyao quickly became serious, "I have gained another cloud of chaos, and it should be able to integrate into your 'chaos right hand' to increase its use times."

"You can still get the chaotic breath..." Jiang Baimian frowned, "Although I also know that everyone's spiritual world and psychological shadow are independent of each other, the exploration of the same scene in the '912' room will not affect The situation in the '522' room, but the breath that involves the 'new world' and can melt into the soul is not the only one..."

"This is called a bowl of water." Seeing that Yaohun didn't care, Shang stretched out his left palm, "Give me your 'chaotic right hand'."

The chills quickly spread between the two of them. Shang Jianyao said tremblingly, "This is simply an artifact for summer", while transferring the newly acquired chaotic breath into the glove, and the two merged perfectly. The source is clearly one.

"That's right, you've passed it, like many summers." Jiang Baimian quickly stuffed the "Right Hand of Chaos" back into the tactical backpack.

"Pangeon" is located underground. The difference between spring, summer, autumn and winter is whether it is cool, cold, or colder at night.

Before Shang Jianyao could respond, Jiang Baimian mentioned his third island of fear.

Shang Jian Yao's eyes gradually lit up:

"Sounds interesting."

Seeking novelty, he is eager to try to make other Shang Jianyao pose in different death poses.

"So you don't have similar islands of fear." Jiang Baimian sighed helplessly.

Shang Jian Yao looked regretful:

"There are people among us who are afraid of death."

This refers to the weak and timid one.

"What are your thoughts on overcoming this fear?" Jiang Baimian skillfully brought the topic back on track.

Shang Jian Yao thought for a while and said:

"Everyone has the fear of death, except for a few people who are overwhelmed by the pain of life or have mental illness themselves, we are all afraid of death, and we all want to borrow another 500 years from the sky..."

When Shang saw that Yao's voice was getting louder, Jiang Baimian calmly stopped him:

"Don't sing!"

It took Shang Jianyao more than ten seconds to find his original thoughts:

"Find the value of life and understand the meaning of death, so that we can face it more calmly."

"For example, what about Mr. Zhang and Commissioner Huang?" Jiang Baimian asked thoughtfully.

Shang Jian Yao nodded heavily.

……

Thanks to the roads repaired by the "Salvation Army", as well as the settlements and rest stops along the way, the "Old Tune Team" arrived at the ice sheet in less than three days.

It was midsummer, and the place was relatively south. Jiang Baimian and the others did not see the permafrost, but saw long or short weeds and patches of black and green forests.

After replenishing supplies, they entered the ice field, the road was gradually broken, and the distance between encountering settlements became longer and longer.

After waiting for two or three days, even the relic hunters rarely encountered them, the land was vast, and the number of animals increased.

In this way, the "Old Tune Team" went all the way to Taicheng according to the map that was not too accurate or it was difficult to find a reference.

Several days passed, and a large lake appeared in front of their eyes.