"Aisun!" Xia Yibing suddenly interrupted her.
"...Huh!?" Hitzfeld trembled violently, like a person who had fallen into a long sleep and was awakened by a nightmare, and a layer of fine cold sweat seeped out of his forehead.
"Aisun?" Xia Yibing and the others frowned deeply - the girl was obviously not normal and looked a little frightened.
"I am sorry for being so presumptuous." Smail said immediately, "Okay, you take a rest first, we still have time."
He stood up and left. Frick stared at the girl and shook his head slowly. Facing her, he drew a circle and a cross on his chest, muttered a few words, and left.
Hitzfeld was not as difficult as they thought. She bit her lower lip to stimulate herself and looked at Weilencel beside her.
The old man noticed her gaze and raised his left hand slightly so that she could see his bandaged wrist clearly.
"Is Leah okay?"
"He has many scratches all over his body, but luckily there are no other injuries." Weilencel shook his head slightly: "Hughes, Kak and his assistant are still alive, thanks to their desperate protection."
The Red Dirt Patrol always puts travel missions first.
But if the mission is doomed to fail due to force majeure, excluding this factor, they will certainly remember their mission.
"But the machine certainly won't be so lucky." Hitzfeld glanced at Darent, his lips curled up, "Someone's dream of being the lead actor is about to be shattered."
"Oh, I don't care." Darent immediately argued, "We agreed that if something unexpected happens, we'll put the filming aside. Kak was hit much harder than me. When you were unconscious, he tried to commit suicide many times, but they stopped him every time."
After exchanging a few pleasantries and making sure that she was really okay, Darent happily sat back down beside the fire.
Weilencel thanked her again, bowed and walked away.
Only Xia Yibing was left with the girl.
"Aisun..." The woman looked at him with worry in her eyes.
Because she knew very well that Hitzfeld would not have such symptoms due to a simple fright.
She was also someone who had faced the evil god head-on. Coupled with the special nature of the Devourer, the things that could have such an effect on her, and the name that she had just interrupted and not finished reading...all of these made her feel deeply uneasy.
"I saw something strange." Nodding, confirming the other party's guess, Hitzfeld suddenly grinned.
She described in detail what she had seen in her vision and watched the woman's frown deepen.
"First of all." Xia Yibing tapped the ground with her index finger, "Who made the carvings on the emperor worm's teeth?"
"I thought it was a creeper at first," Hitzfeld said, "but the fact that it ate the creeper without mercy made me think that was wrong."
"Why not completely impossible."
"Because the attitude of the creeper is very strange." Hitzfeld looked at her. "Given the relationship between Onsin and the plains, this thing first appeared outside the red soil - this alone is very strange. You have also studied system theory, so you should know that there must be a reason behind the anomaly. We can boldly assume that this creeper appeared abnormally outside the red soil with some special mission."
"And this mission must not conflict with humans." Xia Yibing also reacted, "Otherwise it couldn't just be warning us... It has never played the bone flute since it appeared."
At this point, she became even more confused.
Because if that's the inference, then it looks like... this creeper seems to have come here specifically to warn humans?
And that suddenly appearing monarch insect seemed to be chasing him? Was the subsequent harassment of the patrol team like a way to silence them?
why?
Aren't the Creepers and the Swarm the same group?
"Either he is a 'traitor', or the relationship between the entire creeper community and the swarm has changed." Hitzfeld said softly, "I think this may be related to the worm curse... but there are still no clues now."
She had a feeling that there seemed to be a consciousness controlling everything.
Whether it was the changes in the hive or the aesthesia, even the patrol team - including herself, came here following some kind of guidance.
"What we can confirm now is that... there is 'intelligence' deep in the cave." She continued, "Whether the people who created those carvings are creepers or not, they are all worshiping that name in an organized way."
"The Emperor Bug must also be one of the believers." Xia Yibing huffed, "I don't think that thing has 'intelligence'."
"After all, we still don't know where these things come from." The girl shook her head.
"It's like if you look back at the earlier history... Ancient Serran never had to deal with worms."
Xia Yibing narrowed her eyes, pursed her lips and nodded her head slightly.
"…Are you going to tell Smail about these findings?"
"At this time, there is no reason to hide it, right?"
"Then how do you plan to deal with their dispute?" Xia Yibing tilted her head.
"It's going back."
"Or down?"
"You know the correct answer in your heart."
Xia Yibing raised her right eyebrow.
Indeed... Regardless of whether the facts are really as they guessed, that the crawler was chased all the way by the monarch insect, but as long as there is a possibility, they should avoid taking risks.
If they go back, who knows if the giant insect is still searching for them above, determined to kill them.
So the only way is down.
Can't look back.
Chapter 48: New Evil God
Before confronting Smail and others, Hitzfeld first confirmed his own injuries.
In addition to a broken right arm, the back of her left head also hit the rock wall. In addition, there were abrasions and scratches on her hand and foot joints, thighs, buttocks and other parts.
This was pretty good luck... because her physique was actually weaker than that of an average person. Falling from such a high pit, even if there was an angle and she was sliding, she would definitely break a few ribs, and there was even a chance that the broken bones would penetrate her internal organs.
She was only scratched and bruised, and if she was not mistaken, even the fracture in her right arm was probably caused by the beluga whale.
Is this the price of firing four shots in a row?
Muttering to himself, Hitzfeld recalled the feeling of his right hand after firing the fourth shot, but it seemed as if he had no memory of it at all.
"The injury on your head is the lightest. It was just a little skin break and the bleeding has stopped, so I didn't even use a bandage on you." Xia Yibing said while taking care of her.
Caring was not limited to sitting next to her. When Hitzfeld was asleep, she would rub her limbs every once in a while to promote blood circulation.
"There's no way to treat the other injuries, but luckily Maps brought down the backpack, which contains the medical ointment prepared by Sixus. As long as you are not allergic, there is a chance that the scars will be removed. The chance is not small."
"Are you concerned about the scar?" Hitzfeld grinned slightly.
"Of course." The woman looked at her strangely, as if she had just met her for the first time today.
Hitzfeld knew why she was so strange. Maybe in Xia's opinion, no matter which gender they like or whether they are male or female, people will care about their physical appearance.
It's a shame I have no sense of this kind of thing.
Oh...I shouldn’t say I have no awareness, but I haven’t formed this concept yet.
She had basically not been injured in the previous adventures, and she had been staying in Wayne since then, so she had never had the chance to get hurt. Naturally, she had never thought about... what it would be like to have scars on her body.
Xia was different. She had been fighting the enemy for a long time. Judging from the fact that she carried this ointment with her, she must have made a lot of plans for it.
Through this incident, Hitzfeld once again deepened her understanding of reality. She thought she might need some psychological correction or suggestion: no matter what job she was doing before, the worms and creepers would not let her go just because she was a detective.
She also needs to be aware of this.
"There is another reason." A woman's voice came from above, "It's... such a beautiful body, it would be a pity if it had even the slightest damage..."
Hitzfeld's face turned black at first, and then slowly began to turn red.
In fact, when it comes to "beautiful body", she thinks Xia's body is more beautiful than hers.
I had this feeling when I was in the carriage... Compared to my own fair, tender and delicate body that looked powerless, the other person's wild style was really alluring.
But speaking of the body—
"Why did you change my clothes?"
Hitzfeld stared at the woman in amazement. Only then did she realize that the shorts she had finally made up her mind to change into were gone, and what she was wearing now was a long black and white cotton skirt.
"First think about how the abrasion on your butt came about, and then think about whether it is appropriate for you to ask this question." Xia Yibing smiled.
The girl opened her mouth and stopped talking.
The buttocks are all bruised, so there is no doubt that the fabric covering the outside of the buttocks has been worn through.
So that pair of pants is definitely no longer wearable, oh... and a skirt seems to be more convenient for treating injuries.
"Except for the right hand, all joints are fine. There is no pain in the internal organs, so I guess everything is fine. The body temperature is normal, and the conversation and thought logic are normal... Try to stand up and see if you feel dizzy?"
With her support, Hitzfeld tried to stand up and took two steps.
Fortunately.
I didn't feel dizzy at all even when I shook my head vigorously, and I felt very energetic.
The right hand is a bit troublesome.
The broken part inside is the forearm bone. There are no better conditions now, so I can only hang it around my neck with a piece of almost clean cloth and not move it.
Hitzfeld lowered his head to check his right hand, and discovered with some embarrassment that the size of his chest bulge was enough to block his vision in this situation.
"Don't move your arm." Xia Yibing was still reminding her of the precautions. "No matter how good the ointment is, it can't have any therapeutic effect on internal injuries. You must not stimulate it again."
Hitzfeld listened absentmindedly, then suddenly grinned at her.
"Why are you looking at me?" Xia Yibing looked down at herself and felt a little frightened by her smile.
"Nothing." Hitzfeld lowered his head immediately after laughing.
"I just remembered that we had an argument before we set off... about whether or not to bring you along."
"Look now...thanks to you for taking care of me."
"Thank you, Xia."
A warm feeling surged in her heart, and Xia Yibing couldn't help but find the girl's gaze and discovered that she was secretly looking at her when she looked up again.
The eyes of both of them were flickering, and gradually, their cheeks began to turn red.
It’s a pity that the time and place are not suitable.
Xia Yibing shook her head, pushing away all those charming thoughts.
Those old birds all say that they tend to be in heat after escaping death...
Damn it—am I such a person who is easily controlled by emotions?
With a serious expression, Xia Yibing took out the white whale from her arms, slightly lifted the girl's skirt, and helped her put the pistol into the holster on her leg.
"The bullets are ready. They are tied to the left side for your convenience."
"It's your left hand... Well, the accuracy might be a little problematic."
"Imael."
At this time, Smail strode over here and looked at the gray-haired girl.
"How do you feel? You didn't rest for long."
"Aisun is fine to begin with. She slept long enough and is fine now."
"Good - so about that question..."
"The result of our discussion is that we can only move forward."
"……Why?"
This time, Xia Yibing simply recounted the two's reasoning.
"That guy's behavior is not normal." Smail frowned deeply after hearing this, "...but the emperor worm is hunting him. I never thought of this."
"Hitzfeld." He looked at the girl, "Are you sure you saw the vision of the evil species at that time?"
"determine."
Nod vigorously.
"It was a huge creature hiding in the void...it had seven eyes, and I heard many voices singing its name."
"What's the name?"
Hitzfeld pursed his lips and did not answer.
"Keep the volume down, it's okay." Smail narrowed his eyes slightly, "Your companion is not an ordinary secret police, and I am not an ordinary Flint Knight."
