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Didn't I see clearly? What's the meaning. I thought about it carefully. I didn't observe it there for long, so I couldn't see it very carefully, but I already understood the general situation, especially what I considered to be the key point, the water column pouring down from the dome. I paid close attention to it. As for other aspects, I can't think of it, but I think it's okay to enter the Underground River from the underground lake. This gap is bearable for people, let alone fish. Of course, I didn’t go deeper and observe the center of the water, so I definitely don’t know as much about the underground lake as Jack does. If he had other findings or feelings at other observation points, I would have no say. But his was something I didn’t fully see clearly. It should be something I could see but didn’t discover. What could it be? When people focus their attention, many sensory discomforts will be alleviated. For example, my nausea and back pain subsided at this moment. But I still couldn't catch what I missed. Maybe I was really not observant enough and didn't see the details that Jack regarded as the key. I had no choice but to shrug helplessly, lowering my head and giving Jack a blank expression. Jack sat lower than me, and my feet were hanging in front of his eyes. Of course, this was because I ignored his request to move over a little bit. He had to hold up the Glow Stick to illuminate both of our faces. I am very satisfied with my perspective and the feeling of being looked up to by him. Would it be more interesting if I took off my shoes and smoked him with my smelly feet? Jack was obviously unaware of my dirty thoughts. After seeing my expression, I suddenly lowered the Glow Stick and placed it at his feet. So much so that his body was leaning on the handle of the cup, looking very unstable and about to fall. I know what He's doing, He's giving me the light to see Pavement clearly. At this moment, something lit up in my mind. No, it should be a thought or information that suddenly appeared. But it was fleeting. I didn't catch it. Something must have prompted me, and I stared at Pavement with my eyes wide open. I hope that lightning will hit me again. Jack didn't give me too long. He only lasted in this position for a moment before he sat up weakly and raised the Glow Stick again. Looking at both of our faces. This time he had no words. looked at me. Then he showed a look of contempt. Your sister. I admit that I didn't catch the inspiration, but there's no need to look at me like that. I'm already considering implementing the stinky feet tactic. The movement just now seemed quite strenuous, and Jack gasped and leaned against the mountain wall next to my feet. One hand touched half of the backpack. I took out a glass bottle, it was transparent, and I saw a few cigarettes inside. He unscrewed the cap, squeezed out a stick from the bottle, then tightened the cap, lit it, took a strong puff, and exhaled a long puff of smoke. I kept watching his movements eagerly until he was about to put the glass bottle with the cigarette back into his backpack. I finally couldn't help but ask him: "Aren't you going to give me one? Aren't you fucking cool in front of Xiaoting?" Can you pretend to be a cool guy? Why don't you pretend to be a gentleman now? "I'm really mad at this guy. This American Guy is stingier than our chemistry teacher." Oh, our chemistry teacher’s stingy story will be told to everyone if we have the opportunity. In short, he is a very stingy person. Will you die if you share a cigarette? ? I was screaming in my heart. "We American don't distinguish between cigarettes." Jack raised his head and defended. "This is China, and you are in China now. Aren't you China-savvy? You know China's habits. Follow China's rules!" My voice was very angry and resolute. Mainly because he aroused my craving for cigarettes. Jack reluctantly took out a cigarette and handed it to me. "You owe me one more time."
His head was right beneath my feet, and I really wanted to kick him to death.
“How many cigarettes do you have left?” I asked him after a moment of hesitation.
Jack counted them, but before he finished, he suddenly looked up. “What do you mean?”
“I want to owe you a few more times.”
Jack quickly shoved the bottle into his backpack and raised his middle finger at me.
Blowing a smoke ring, Jack said slowly, “What do you think about the splinters floating on the pavement?”
I frowned. What was there to think? I had seen scenes of large whirlpools shredding wood, and I felt numb and thought it was only natural. I shook my head.
Jack didn’t hear my response; he looked up and saw me shaking my head. He was dissatisfied. “Don’t be stingy with your words. It’s hard for me to read your body language and expressions from this position, you know?”
I chuckled lightly. Of course, I knew that; I was planning to let you experience the power of the stinky foot tactic. However, my shoes had just dried out, and I hadn’t sweated much on this journey, so the effect probably wouldn’t be too great. If Fatty were here, his stinky feet would surely give Jack a hard time.
“Alright, since your reaction is so slow, by the time you figure it out, we’ll either be doomed or already escaped. Let me share my analysis with you and see if it makes sense.” After saying this, Jack shifted his back against the mountainside and chose a more comfortable position. It seemed he was ready to give a lengthy explanation.
I was very unhappy with the assessment of being slow to react, but I was even more curious about his analysis. I huffed but didn’t voice a stronger protest.
“You described the underground lake as a big drum, which I think is quite vivid. We’re inside that drum. Sound resonates within it; nothing can survive under that resonance. We managed to escape because we discovered the outlet of the underground lake in time. If we had discovered it a bit later or acted less swiftly, we would have ended up as corpses floating downstream. And what’s beating the drum is the water above.”
At this point, Jack pointed upward.
“I think it resembles one of your tools—Millstone. The water is the upper layer of Millstone, and that whirlpool is its bottom.”
“I call it Pit Vortex,” I interjected.
“Zhang, you’re a genius. I’ve been trying to find a suitable name for it; without a doubt, that name fits perfectly.”
Damn it. I understood that American Guy was an emotional creature. But how could he go from calling me slow to praising me as a genius just two minutes later?
"Please continue." I didn't want to be affected by his emotions.
"K," Jack nodded, then looked up at me. "Should I continue praising you?"
I almost choked on my own words. "No, continue with your analysis."
Jack shrugged, wearing a nonchalant expression. He seemed indifferent to the idea of continuing to praise me or experiencing emotional ups and downs.
"Pit Vortex—what a great name. Zhang, you have the naming rights; this name will appear in the report, and perhaps it will even include your surname: Zhang Pit Vortex. What do you think?"
Three lines of frustration appeared on my forehead. "Jack, is your analysis any good? Don't you think surviving is the most important thing for us?"
"Alright. I'll get to the point." Jack reluctantly set aside his interesting topic.
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