Super Trick or Treat System

After the third bubble burst, Li Huai firmly grasped himself and continued to persevere, trying to estimate what happened in his mind. The final voice is familiar. It must be water, and the rocket bounced back to the ground to confirm his point. He felt the rocket bounce several times and then swayed gently.

Li Huai maintained his balance for a moment. In a way, the new action is more disturbing than the previous one-the rocket's cylinder, with its blunt head and rounded nose, is twisting and turning, which can only be done by throwing a bottle in a flowing stream. Li Huai tried to control himself, adapt himself to the strange motion of seasickness, and then tried to move towards the peephole.

He can see nothing. There is no light outside. But it sounds like water is overlapping on both sides, it feels like the power of water, and the rocket must seem to be floating. Li Huai used his flashlight to try to pass its beam through the exit of the miniature camera. After some adjustments, he succeeded in getting some reflections from the outside world.

It was water, and the rocket seemed to float quickly in some dark underground tide. Li Bai sat down, confused. Water-under the moon?

He persisted, still feeling a little dizzy, dirty and itchy, but suddenly felt a little excited and happy under it. He survived a miracle in the crash-he is still alive on the moon! What's next?

Next comes soon. The current suddenly drops. When the rocket hits the spillway, the rocket tilts forward, descends violently in the turbulent torrent, and slides on an invisible waterfall for an astonishingly long time, smoothing down at a fast speed, and sliding down the new Through the tunnel of water, occasionally there was a passing blow, hitting the side of the sharp turn, falling and dumping more, rotating violently in the invisible vortex, and finally running in the fast current, gradually slowing down, and finally gradually Calm down and tremble.

Li Huai was knocked down during this breathless journey, and he didn't realize it was over until gradually. He raised his head cautiously, waiting from the ubiquitous little closet there. But the gentle wave continued.

He stared into the peephole, looked around. There was a ray of light outside, a faint gray, but he could see that the rocket's nose fell on the dry object in some way, while the tail was still shaking in the water.

He considered the next move for a few seconds. It seemed that he finally had a chance to escape from the car. But to what?

Wherever he finds himself, is there air outside? If there is air, is it enough to support him? Could it not be toxic or completely hypoxic?

Well, Li Badi thought to himself, there is actually no choice. If I stay here, I will starve to death or even suffocate. If I go out, I may die sooner. But now or in the future, if necessary, there will be no difference. Regardless of the possibility that I can breathe here, I have to accept it.

He turned around and found the circular port where the rocket had entered. He operated with his fingers and realized that it might be difficult to open it. He cleared the filling inside the lining and found that its internal layout can automatically seal it when closed. There is no handle inside because it was never planned to open it from that side. However, there were a few screws on a small plate, and Li Bai began to unscrew them. There is a Boy Scout knife in his pants pocket. This knife has several blades. The largest blade has a screw on the back.

On the panel, he saw how the sealed gimbal worked, clicked on them to open it and pushed the door open. It stayed for a while, then suddenly opened. The pressure suddenly dropped, Li Bad ears suddenly popped out, and he took a breath.

The air pressure outside is lower than the pressure inside the rocket nose which is sealed at the height of the earth. But it is air and breathable. Li Bai took a deep breath and tasted it.

Strangely uplifting, as if full of oxygen. At the same time, there is a musty and humid smell, and a certain smell of sulfur and phosphorus, just like after lighting a kitchen match. Even so, the air can still breathe.

Li Badi's head and shoulders passed through the narrow opening, slid forward and landed on the hands and knees of the rock surface. He stood up and looked around.

He was standing on the bank of the torrent, the stream of water pouring out of the big gap on the edge of the cliff. The cliff was straight up and gently curved, forming a part of a few hundred feet above the ceiling. The size of the ceiling cannot be determined-it is dark and gloomy-but in Li Huai's view, he was almost immediately in some kind of huge enclosed space-a huge cave under the surface of the moon, possibly a few miles below it.

The water from the underground waterfall rushed out, forming a wide and shallow river that flowed along the side of the cave and expanded to hundreds of feet, all the way to the farther wall. On Lee's side, the ground of the cave rises slowly, until it reaches the wall three hundred feet away. Li Huai could not estimate the length of the cave. Looking along the river bank, the cave seemed to be shrouded in ordinary mist, gathering darkness.

The light itself does not come from the exact light source, but seems to be emitted from rocky walls and ceilings, clay floors and the general atmosphere. Li Huai believes that the light source is natural phosphorescence, and he knows that it is not uncommon even in terrestrial caves.

Forests are everywhere around the soil bordering the flowing water. This is the strangest vegetation Li Huai has ever seen. Clusters and clusters of plants, with large tree-like stems resembling white blue bamboo, which suddenly split into spherical blue bulbs that look like leaves. In the bushes the size of these trees, there are abundant bushes growing. The clumps are different in yellow, green and purple, and grow like bushy short mushrooms. Everywhere else, it is covered with dense, green thick carpet. It is not like grass, but like some oversized moss.

In this forest, there are no sounds of birds or animals, only plants swaying in the breeze, a strange, steady hissing sound in the turbulent water and somewhere far away from the invisible end of the cave.

The rocket, or the rest of it, was wedged into a part of the embankment, with its nose facing upward and its tail wagging in the current. Li Huai looked at it and was surprised to find that it was so small. The only thing left was the cargo nose of the rocket, which was the only part that was sent down after the last part of the rocket force released its power and descended. The entire incident was no more than ten feet away from the blunt red nose that was beaten, and from there were several long, scattered orange ropes-all the rest of the parachute and its accessories-all the way to the scratched and abused white cylinder. It is the cargo hold. The compartment ends with a flat plate with only a few wires that were once connected to the escape mechanism of the last atomic bomb launch chamber.

Li Huai bent down without hesitation, began to pull and pushed it completely out of the water to the dry ground. He knew he could not afford the risk of loss. To his surprise, moving the rocket head is easy. The weather was extremely light, and he found that he had great strength, tired, bruised and painful like him.

He thought this was the reason why the moon and its gravity weakened when he pulled the rocket along the moon. Here, he only weighs one-sixth of the weight of the earth, and the cargo head will do the same, but the muscles he has need far exceed that weight. If he can survive, he will truly become Superman here.

He knew that survival was a problem. He didn't even know if he could still inhale poison from the strange, thin moon air. He didn't know what mysterious radiation would be soaked in him by their cruel influence. He did not know whether any vegetation in this cave world was edible.

Li Wei took the cargo tank to a safe place a few feet away from the water, and then looked for a door that could open the animal compartment. He found it and opened it. Inside are two cages. He stretched out his hand gently, unfastened the screws from their hands, and then lifted them out.

One of the monkeys died, probably due to the impact of a rocket. The other looked miserable, clutching the bar tightly. Li Badi looked at it, and the monkey looked back. The young man untied the cage, reached out and grabbed the small brown animal behind his neck. But the monkey did not try to bite. Instead, it turned around, grabbed Li Badi's arm, and hung it tightly.

After loosening his grip, the monkey pierced Li Badi's arm and grasped his shoulder tightly. After experiencing a terrifying experience, he realized that he needed company.

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