Fatty! I shouted.
When there was no reply, I felt my heart drop and couldnt help thinking, hes done for. This guys been eating and drinking nonstop over the past few years, and has long lost awareness of his waistline. His lower body mustve been squished to minced at. I tried to look back, but the small hole was so narrow that I didn't even have room to. I had no choice but to call to Poker-face, "Little Brother, did Fatty get in?"
Fatty finally shouted back at this ti, "What kind of fucking stone is this? Shit, it hurts like a bitch!"
His voice seed sowhat distorted because of the narrow space. When I asked him what happened, he said, "I'm fine. My tooth broke."
How the hell did you break your tooth? I asked him.
I ca in backwards and it smacked in the face, Fatty said. This chanism is really ruthless to have such settings.
Without this small hole, the three of us wouldve really been inseparable. We wouldve been flattened into pancakes and rotted here together.
"Do you think this is all a trap?" He asked . "This chanism forced us to co in here."
I thought it unlikely since I couldnt figure what the motive would be.
I flicked my lighter on and illuminated the dark hole in front of . At this ti, there was no other choice but to go forward, so I said to Fatty, "Do you have a weapon I can use to defend myself in this kind of environnt? I want to crawl forward."
If sothing crawled out from the opposite side, I would definitely suffer.
"You can take the flare gun, Fatty said. I loaded it earlier."
I heard the sound of soone struggling to reach sothing co from behind . Then, Little Brother handed the gun. I struggled to reach back, snagged the gun, and then pulled it forward, aiming it at the darkness ahead. The action was really awkward, but I couldn't do anything about it.
"Climb slowly, Fatty said. I ca in backwards, so my life is in your hands, Mr. Nave."
I asked Fatty why he ca in backwards and he said that if we crawled forward and encountered any problems, then it would be easier for him if we needed to retreat. If he had been facing the sa way as us, it would be too inconvenient to crawl backwards.
I crawled more than ten ters forward, but the small hole seed incredibly long and didn't look like it was coming to an end at all. I held the lighter in front of and carefully looked around at the rock.
This really was a naturally ford tunnel that probably went on for several hundred kiloters. You would definitely die halfway through if you tried to find the exit.
After crawling more than twenty ters, the small hole sloped down a little. We tried to keep crawling forward, but I couldnt do it anymore. I could barely spread my hands and feet out and could only crawl like a worm now. It consud ten tis as much physical strength as ordinary crawling.
"Fatty, we have to think long-term," I stopped and gasped out.
"Mr. Nave, Little Brother, I have to pee really bad. Do you mind?" Fatty said from a distance.
It was all downhill from here, so I told him to endure it and started crawling forward again.
Under the imminent threat of Fatty's urine, we climbed another three or four ters. The atmosphere was really depressing, but we finally began to go uphill and I heard Fatty let out a relieved noise. Then, the foul sll of urine imdiately filled the tunnel. He mustve really been holding it in.
I relaxed and prayed that we wouldn't have to crawl back at so point.
At this ti, I was embarrassed to find that I also needed to pee, but I thought of who was behind and knew that I would be killed. As I tried to distract myself, I suddenly found so seal script on the rock wall beside .
Seven yin.
Yin was an old unit of asurent, which was equivalent to about two hundred ters (1). So, the seven yin here was a distance of about fourteen hundred ters.
This was a distance marker.
"Mr. Nave, why arent you crawling? My urine reeks."
"Those words on the stone tablet outside said that there would be an accident when you went in more than a hundred ters, right?"
"Yes."
"How many ters did we climb just now?"
It was about forty ters, which was definitely short of the seven yin this marker was indicating. That ant that this unit of asurent was reversed. We were climbing from seven yin to one yin.
There must be sothing at one yin, I said to myself. And its more than fourteen hundred ters away from us.
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TN Notes:
(1) So, Im no expert, but my dictionary (and google-sensei) says yn () is equal to 10 zhng (), which is one-thirtieth of a km or 33.33 ters. Most definitely not 200 ters
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