Manual of Space-Time Interference

Sweat kept pouring out of Dialect's forehead, the sun in the sky began to become poisonous, and the pain was constantly coming from all over the body, but he didn't crawl again, and he didn't check his injuries.

A swimming snake, slowly crawling on the beach not far away...

"Hoo! Hoo!"

His chest rose and fell slowly. Looking at the snake that was crawling closer and closer, Dialect's pupils also began to contract, and the muscles on his left hand tensed up, and then slowly relaxed.

Right now, he only has one hand and one foot that can move normally, and he has only one chance to catch this swimming snake. This non-toxic snake is no less than a life-saving straw for him.

"Chi...chi..."

As if feeling something, You Snake slowly stopped, stretched out his head, kept spitting out his letter, and carefully observed everything around him.

Dialect held his breath for a while and stared at the snake. He knew that if there was any change, it would be enough to scare the snake away.

1m, 0.8m, 0.5m, 0.3m…

It's now!

Dialect's pupils shrank suddenly, and the muscles on his arms instantly exerted force, firmly pinching the position below the snake's head.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

The snake body of You Snake kept twisting, hitting the beach, kicking up a pool of dust, and then tightly wrapping around Dialect's arm, he looked at it, but slowly opened his smiling face, biting Tooth, with his left hand holding the snake, he slowly climbed a few steps forward and came to the side of a rock.

"Bang! Bang!"

Struggling, slowly stopping amid the constant impact...

Dialect looked at it, turned over, took a few breaths of fresh air, and put the swimming snake he was holding to his mouth, aligned it, and took a straight bite.

"Clap! Clap!"

The face was constantly slapped by the body of the snake, and the dialect was bitten by the snake, and then twisted and twisted. After biting down a piece, it quickly chewed and swallowed it into his stomach, until after two or three bites, the swimming snake The head and tail are completely separated.

Wei Wei's strength seems to have returned to the body again, and there is a faint warmth coming from the limbs and bones. Dialect threw the snake's head into the distance, looked at the poisonous sun above, and gently turned over again. , and crawled to the shore.

A clear trail was exposed on the beach, and a black figure was unusually conspicuous on this golden sand...

…

There is no domestic garbage, and there are no ships. Except for the sea breeze and the chirping of seabirds, there is no other sound, and the silence is abnormal.

And all of this seems to be telling the dialect that this island is just an isolated island. Maybe someone found it, but there is no interpersonal communication, and no ships pass by...

"Cough! Cough!"

Dialect thought, coughed again involuntarily, leaned against the rock wall, put the snake body on his hand aside, and after a few sighs of relief, carefully observed his injury.

There was a slight tingling in the lungs, and there was a dull feeling in the chest, but it didn't have much impact, it seemed to be just a minor internal injury.

Although the right arm seemed to be bent irregularly, after a slight exploration, it was discovered that it was only a severe dislocation of the shoulder joint.

The most serious injury may be the fracture of the tibia and fibula of the left calf, but it is not an open fracture...

Fang Yan looked at it, withdrew his left hand that was groping lightly, took a deep breath, picked up the snake body next to him and bit it in his mouth, closed his eyes slightly, and pressed his left hand on the shoulder joint of his right hand. .

"Hmm... huh! huh! huh!"

The muscles of the whole body tensed up in an instant, the closed eyes were instantly rounded, and at the same time, the chest began to rise and fall violently. After a few clicks, the dialect leaned weakly on the rock wall, panting hard, rising. The red face also returned to pale.

"Huh..."

The severe pain gradually disappeared, and his breathing gradually became steady. Dialect wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at the right arm that had returned to its normal position, moved tentatively, and then put it down again.

It seems that within a few days, I will not be able to move...

Shaking his head with a wry smile, Fang Yan slowly focused his gaze on the position of his fractured right calf, and then turned to look at the sun showing a touch of twilight.

Without much hesitation, Dialect touched the fracture of the tibia and fibula of his left calf with his hand. After a quiet pause, he began to climb towards the tree next to him.

Branches, bark, vines…

Dialect searched for everything that could fix his left calf, and when the tide rose again, he propped himself up, slowly leaned on the tree trunk, then bowed slightly and fell down.

"uh-huh!"

Another low voice sounded, Dialect bit the snake's body firmly, groped for the bones of his left calf, slowly reset it, and then leaned against the wooden branch and tied it tightly with bark and vines. .

The sun is still very bright, but it has also faded away the bit of venomousness, with a faint twilight, and the surrounding temperature is gradually getting colder, and the sky begins to turn yellow, and then becomes deeper and deeper. …

Dialect watched, stood up slowly with the trunk of the tree, leaned on a thick branch, and limped to a sheltered rock wall.

Although the tibia and fibula of the left calf have been simply reset, the fixation method is very simple, and this can only be further fixed after the right arm is slightly improved.

At the same time, the fire can't be raised these two days, so the fresh water can only search for it tomorrow, and the food seems to be only the body of the snake left in the hand.

Dialect thought, took a bite of the snake meat, chewed it carefully in his mouth, mixed with mud and sand, and swallowed it all at once.

The night came silently, but after all, it brought with it that ray of light called hope...

…

"Team Leader, there is still no news!"

Ling Ya reported to Yan Hongchang in the office, with a deep haggard on her face.

Yan Hongchang silently put the cigarette **** in the ashtray next to it and smothered it. He looked up at Ling Ya and said, "According to the shift, organize a rest, and you also go to sleep."

There was a hoarseness and haggard in his voice.

It has now been 16 hours since the return of the dialect, and the members of the group, including Yan Hongchang and Ling Ya, have not slept for nearly two days...

"it is good!"

Ling Ya nodded in response, pushed open the door and walked out, and began to organize the staff to rest in shifts.

The sky is getting whiter and whiter, and time is also passing by with the sound of ticking. Yan Hongchang stood up and walked to the window, looking at the golden light in the distance, and muttering involuntarily,

"Where are you?"

The day is coming, but it is mixed with a touch of black that cannot be erased...