my stealth fighter

Chapter 4 Desperate

For Jiang Chanji, the credibility of his parents had dropped to freezing point. If it wasn't for the suspiciousness of the bottle, he probably wouldn't believe even 1% of the contents of the letter.

Even if the handwriting on the inside of the bottle is suspicious, it does not mean that he believes the lies of his parents, because he is still a half-grown child, and he is not well-informed. Maybe there is really a technology for engraving the inside of a bottle in the world, but He just doesn't know.

However, his two parents who are bad gamblers don't seem to have the value of being tricked by others, and based on his understanding of his parents, although they are addicted to gambling, they have never lied to him. Small jokes are not counted, which may be one of the reasons why they have repeatedly gambled and lost. After all, in the casino, intrigues can win money.

If parents' descriptions of stones, emeralds, and bottles are what they saw with their own eyes, without any water mixed in...

Jiang Chanji stared at the unknown liquid in the bottle.

Now, what did he have to lose?

He lost his classmates, his friends, his identity, his hope, his normal life, and even his parents basically didn't exist...

Just now, he was already mentally prepared to face death calmly. If the liquid was poison, he hoped it was the most violent poison, the kind that could kill him instantly, at least much better than starving to death.

He has had enough of hiding in the gutter like a mouse all day to avoid creditors, even if the liquid has a 1% chance of making him invisible, he is willing to take a gamble so that he can walk on the street with his head held high , embark on a journey to find their parents.

Thinking of the word "gambling", he couldn't help laughing at himself, betting everything on the slim chance, it might be heredity.

The cork is made of the same transparent material as the body of the bottle. He thinks it is glass, but if what his parents say is true, the liquid inside is some kind of unstable chemical reagent. It may not be as simple as ordinary glass, but it doesn't matter. up.

The opening method of the bottle cork is very complicated. He studied it for a long time, twisted and then pulled out and then twisted, and finally took it out. The three-stage structure seems to ensure airtightness.

He leaned close to the mouth of the bottle and smelled it, but there was no peculiar smell, maybe his sense of smell was not sensitive enough.

It happened that he was running around for a day, and he was a little thirsty, so he didn't observe further, maybe he was afraid that he would lose courage after hesitating, so he simply raised his neck and gulped down the liquid in the bottle.

He smacked his lips, the liquid had no special taste, but there seemed to be something in the liquid, similar to the powder balls in pearl milk tea, it may be solid matter condensed from the liquid, or it may be impurities or other things, but he drank it well It was too fast, and I swallowed it by the time I realized it.

Forget it, it doesn't matter anyway.

He put the bottle back on the table and lay down quietly on the bed, waiting for what would happen next.

Bang bang bang.

He closed his eyes tightly, clenched his fists, and his heartbeat was very fast, especially loud in the quiet rental house.

Although he thought he was ready to face death, he was still a child who hadn't grown up, and it would be self-deception to say that he was not afraid of death at all.

His mind is full of random thoughts, thinking of the past ordinary life for a while, the faces of his parents for a while, and thinking about the expression of the landlady when he finds his cold or even rotten corpse... In short, all kinds of thoughts come one after another, and then The hypoglycemia caused by not eating for the whole day made his mind groggy, and his thinking became extremely dull, but there seemed to be some kind of heat in his stomach.

Has the poison occurred?

Maybe you should die outside, at least don't make trouble for the landlady...

He wanted to struggle to stand up, but his eyelids became extremely heavy, and unstoppable drowsiness weighed down his body like a mountain, and darkness flooded into his vision instantly.

Jiang Chanji fell asleep, and slept deeply.

……

This is where?
In the dream, Jiang Chanji didn't realize that he was dreaming. He seemed to be floating above a barren valley from a certain transcendent perspective. His body was fixed and unable to move, like a camera placed in the sky.

There is a basin surrounded by several barren hills, both the barren hills and the basin are lifeless, without any vitality, not even a single grass, let alone animals, everything seems to be still.

All sounds are silent.

He had no concept of time in his dream, and he didn't know how long it had passed. A low rumble faintly came from the basin, breaking the absolute tranquility.

Boom!
At the lowest point of the basin, a bag of soil suddenly bulged up, and then a strong water column broke through the ground, engulfing sand and gravel, and sprayed tens of meters high, forming a giant fountain.

With the erosion of the water, the spring became bigger and bigger, and more water poured into the basin. After a while, a small lake was formed. The water in the center of the lake was violently turbulent, and a large amount of sediment was floating in the water. It was very turbid, and the bottom of the lake could not be seen clearly. .

The water level gradually rises, and the area of ​​the lake becomes larger and larger.

The basin ceased to exist, and the small lake turned into a considerable large lake at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After an unknown period of time, it seemed that there was no more water pouring in from the springs at the bottom of the lake, and the lake gradually calmed down.

Jiang Chanji continued to watch from this detached perspective, he didn't think about anything, just stared blankly, as if everything in front of him had nothing to do with him, it was just a boring movie.

There is no wind.

Most of the lake is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the surrounding bald mountains.

Only a small piece of lake surface in the middle of the lake, from time to time, bubbling bubbles come out and burst, as if some living thing is breathing under the lake water, of course, it may just be the gas mixed in the spring.

According to normal logic, the spring should be connected to an underground lake, and under the action of pressure, it will break through the weakest part of the ground and gushes out of the ground——Jiang Chanji's high school geography textbook said this.

Even if something like a big fish was washed into the lake by the water, it would probably be a dead end, because such a poor mountain and bad water obviously couldn't support any big fish.

There was no external disturbance, the sediment in the lake slowly settled, and the lake became quite clear, but because the lake was so deep, it was already dark about ten meters below the surface of the lake.

At least there is no sign of fish and shrimp activities near the lake.

Dead Mountain, Dead Valley, Dead Lake.

The only thing that moves is the occasional bubble in the middle of the lake.

one, two, three...

Jiang Chanji's consciousness was very weak, and he stared blankly at the bubbles and the small lake surface from which the bubbles gushed out. If it wasn't for this, he wouldn't even be able to determine whether time was passing.

It smells so good!

He suddenly smelled a scent, which was the smell of food, and then woke up with a start, lured by the glutton in his belly.

(End of this chapter)