Sinmonger Chapter 4: Survivor in the cage

The gunsmith got down from the tree, confirmed that he was not injured, and quickly returned to the center of the explosion. The hole dug just now has been expanded, and a large section of the underground pyramid-shaped metal spire is exposed.

The bone gun not only penetrated the outer layer of the metal, but also left a cylindrical channel with a diameter of about forty centimeters. When the energy bullet penetrates the outer layer of this metal object, it will leave a The trajectory is wider than a cannonball, and the shape is regular and neat.

The gunsmith picked up a stone and was about to throw it into the spire to measure the depth, but just as he bent down, he suddenly stumbled and fell to his knees.

"What's the matter..." His legs lost the strength to support his body, and his vision blurred.

Several figures entered the gunsmith's line of sight, but the gunsmith couldn't see the appearance of the people who came. In his eyes, they were just human-shaped shadows. Soon, some more figures were added, and they began to talk in a language that the gunsmith did not understand at all.

Not long after, the gunsmith had fallen to the ground on his back. His mind was still clear, but his vision was blurred and his body was weak. All he felt was that he was tied up, tied to a long stick like an animal, picked up by two men and carried away.

He didn't know how far he was taken, or how long it had passed. Anyway, he should have been carried into a certain village. He saw some buildings similar to thatched huts, and smelled the smell of barbecued food. He was then taken off the stick and thrown into a cage-like place. There seemed to be someone next to him, but the man was motionless, sitting in the corner of the cage, not knowing whether he was dead or alive. The gunsmith's eyes couldn't see for a while, and he didn't have the strength to speak, so he could only wait.

When the eyesight and physical strength gradually recovered, it was already sunset. The gunsmith tried to say something to the slack-eyed fellow beside him: "Hey, man, can you understand me?"

The man looked in his thirties, Caucasian, young and bald, but with a shaggy beard. He raised his eyelids and glanced at the gunsmith, and replied, "Oh, your medicine is over."

The gunsmith asked, "What kind of medicine?"

The man said, "Of course it's anesthesia. These natives use homemade blow arrows to shoot a tiny thorn, and they're coated with something that can paralyze your body, maybe it's the juice of herbs, or they I don't know the powder that comes out."

Hearing the words, the gunsmith instinctively touched the back of his neck, and there were indeed two small wounds, "When did the arrow hit... I really didn't notice..."

The man said: "It's hard to detect, it feels like being bitten by a mosquito." He stretched out his hand, "John DeSoto, you can call me John."

The gunsmith reluctantly raised his arm and shook his hand: "Charles Rolle, whatever you want."

John asked, "So, Charles, you've also come to explore the jungle?"

The gunsmith smiled bitterly: "No, the plane crashed, what, you are an explorer?"

John said: "Yes, but I regret to say that this expedition was not very successful."

The gunsmith said: "Let me guess, your compass suddenly failed at some point and you got lost in this area?"

"It's not just a compass, man, my friends and I are an expedition team of six people, equipped with various advanced instruments." John said: "But those things all fail after they get here, There seems to be some kind of power in this place that can make the advanced devices invented in the past 100 years to strike collectively, and that power also emits a chaotic magnetic field, affecting the most basic tool such as the compass. What comes in handy is some of the simplest electronic instruments, such as radios."

The gunsmith looked around. "You said there were six, but what about the other five?"

John sneered, but at the same time there were tears in his eyes, and the gunsmith knew it wasn't a good sign, and the man might be on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

Sure enough, John's answer was as gloomy as his expression: "I was eaten..."

The gunsmith swallowed: "By a crocodile?" He just tentatively asked a more reasonable guess.

John replied: "No, by these natives." His tone became hysterical: "We were ambushed by this tribe about noon the day before yesterday, and that night, Louis and Abel were eaten, and the first The next night, it's the other three's turn." He raised his head, looked at the gunsmith with despairing eyes and a bleak smile and said, "Today is the third day, I think it's my turn..."

The gunsmith said: "John, you need to cheer up, it's not the worst."

"Isn't it the worst?" John's voice suddenly rose, but fortunately, the two natives who were in charge of guarding the cage not far away didn't seem to care about the conversation between the two prisoners.

"My teammates who were born and died with me were killed in front of me. These savages stripped them all, tied them to wooden stakes, cut flesh from living people, and distributed them like trophies. tongue, brain, guts, and then set up a bonfire for a village-wide barbecue, do you see those cooked meats hanging on the racks outside? What do you think they are?" John leaned a little closer and lowered his voice , but the tone is still very manic: "Whether it is the people who are killed or the people in the cage, they are screaming and begging, but they don't stop at all. Maybe they can't understand our language, but animals are the most instinctive. Howling and crying are universal, so... to these cannibals, we are no different from livestock, will you pity pigs, cows, sheep? Will the butcher care about the cries of food? No! Today It's my turn, maybe I'll take you too, who knows! Charles! Don't you think that's the worst case?! I'd rather find a thorn and stab myself with a forehead than that kind of death. There was a collision on the top."

The gunsmith waited for a while, and then said, "Calm down, John, at least we're still alive."

John snorted coldly and leaned against the cage weakly: "It's all my fault, I'm the leader of this expedition team, my teammates entrusted their lives to me, but I killed them, I should have thought that there would be such a One day, the good water man drowned, and I deserved it..." He began to sob as he spoke. This was a man's confession and repentance in the last period of his life. If the gunsmith was not here at this moment, John might have to Saying this to God.

The gunsmith also basically regained consciousness at this time~IndoMTL.com~ He made a visual inspection and found that the cage he was in was not too small. He could hold about a dozen people with a squeeze. The wood used to build the cage was also very strong. He tapped a few times with his hand, guessing that even a hippo wouldn't be able to escape from this place. And around the exit of the cage, there are many dense rattan weaving and sealing, so that people can't stretch their arms out, and the stuck jeers can only be opened from the outside. Beasts are better able to hold people.

However, the gunsmith is also a person with the same level of ability. No matter how strong the wood is, it is still wood. He is completely confident that he can break this imprisonment with his bare hands, and then escape.

He thought for a while, then turned to John and asked, "Didn't you try to resist when these cannibals took your friends out of the cage?"

"Of course I tried, but they will use anesthesia. It is impossible for us to escape in the cage. After being anesthetized, we will have no ability to resist."

The gunsmith said: "Then... If you want to escape, it's best to take advantage of it now, lest they have dinner in advance..." He touched it, the bone gun was still there, the savages didn't touch anything on him, it was just him I lost my luggage, but that kind of thing doesn't matter anymore, just keep the gun.

John said: "Don't bother, the wood in the cage that breaks your shoulder blades won't crack." He really had lost hope, and the vent just now may be the last explosion.

The gunsmith said: "John, I can't take a person who has completely lost the will to survive on the road. You have to cheer up, because I can't run away with you after I break the cage."

John's expression suddenly changed, he stared at the gunsmith's face, it didn't look like this guy was joking, the little bit of the explorer's undrained will rekindled like a spark: "You are serious ?"