Chapter 4 of Part 1: Secret Passage, Narrow Escape (10)

  When we arrived at the entrance of the cave, we were so tired that we couldn't run anymore. We threw down our wooden sticks and sat on the ground with a thud. The wild chicken was still staring at the half cigarette thrown on the ground. I took out a cigarette, lit one up and shared it with my "chicken friend".

  After smoking, I suddenly felt energized and stood up straight, saying: "Jin Douzi, it seems we can't stay here for long. Let's hurry up and move these wooden sticks to see what's inside that 'Mongolian yurt' across the way?" My words only went this far, but in reality, at that time I was also wondering, if it was still a dead end, what would we do?

  So we continued to install those wooden sticks, and after about two hours, the Mongolian yurt was already within sight. No matter if there was a way out in front or not, at least there was still a little bit of hope.

  I stretched out my hand towards the golden beans behind me, but after a long time, the golden beans didn't pass me the wooden stick. I turned my head around and was about to scold him, when I saw that the golden beans were standing on the platform behind me with a helpless expression, the wooden sticks he had just brought over were all used up. I looked forward again, there were probably five or six more holes left. Suddenly I remembered, at that time, the golden beans and I burned several in the tunnel to keep warm, alas, now it's too late to regret.

  I retreated cautiously and found myself face to face with Jin Douzi again, the spark of hope that had just been lit was extinguished once more. What were we supposed to do?

  "Rozego, are those blue things still there?" Jin Douzi suddenly spoke up and broke the silence.

  I helplessly shook my head. At this moment, I no longer had the courage to turn back and see if those blue things were still there. If they were, then I would be the next one to fall.

  Jin Douzi stood up and walked to the edge of the cliff, using force to shake the wooden stick embedded in the pit. At first, it was probably for safety reasons, so the wooden stick seemed to have grown out of the pit and couldn't be pulled out. If too much force was used, the stick would break, and people would fall into the deep valley below.

  I stood up, looked ahead at the trestle bridge I had built, and wondered if we were really going to be trapped here. I walked back onto the bridge, step by step, until I reached the top, then stretched my neck to look towards the "Mongolian yurt" on the other side. At this point, I vaguely saw a small bulge on the stone platform where the yurt was located. From my current position to that bulge, it was only about two or three meters away.

  I suddenly had an epiphany, and then carefully turned back. I returned to the platform, quickly taking off my clothes, at this time, I finally felt grateful for my figure, a pair of pants with two legs stretched out was over two meters long, and then tied the top and pants together with a rope carried with me, and then took down the backpack's shoulder strap, after that, made it into a circle and tied it to one leg of the pants.

  I tried it out and made sure it was solid enough before turning around to Jin Douzi and saying, "Will it fly?"

  "Shaking his head in doubt, Jin Douzi said: 'Can't fly far...'"

  "It's done if it can fly for several meters." I said.

  "That should be about it." Jin Douzi looked at me with a puzzled expression, not knowing what I was going to do. I took out a cigarette from my pocket and lit one, then carried the wild chicken over and said: "Smoking buddy, you'll see in a moment, help me put this loop on that rock."

  After finishing a cigarette, I put the backpack strap around the wild chicken's neck and then went up along the plank road. Standing at the highest point of the plank road, I threw the wild chicken with force. The wild chicken was indeed quite spirited, and after leaving my hand, it flew directly to the opposite platform.

  After falling onto the platform, it actually seemed to have understood what I said and put that strap on the protruding stone.

  I pulled hard on this side, then swallowed and jumped forward. As soon as I went down, I felt the piercing wind sound in my ears. Finally, I stopped and my body was stuck to the opposite cliff, with both hands tightly grasping the self-made rope.

  My heart almost stopped, I held the rope with one hand and kept searching for footholds with my feet, afraid that this homemade rope would suddenly break, and the consequences were unthinkable. The cliff walls were covered with smooth moss, every inch forward was extremely difficult, although it was only about two meters away, but I felt like it was longer than the Long March.