louisehourcade Chapter 330 He's Crazy!
Chapter 330 He's Crazy!
Chapter 330 He's Crazy!
They staggered back a step.
"Don't move!" The strong man shouted nervously.
The surrounding team members also seemed very nervous.
Xiao Yang didn't know what happened to cause these people to be so flustered, but he still said something humorously.
"Didn't I move? Why are you so nervous?"
"Don't be slick! Stand still!" The strong man roared nervously, and said to the team members on both sides, "Look at him, I'll go back!"
The strong man left on his skis, and he came back with a few people after a while.
When these people saw Xiao Yang, they were stunned at the same time.
An old man in the lead suddenly tore off his scarf, and rushed forward in a loss of composure.
He grabbed Xiao Yang's arm, his fingers trembling constantly.
"you are still alive!"
"you are still alive!"
The old man repeated it over and over again, but the faces of the people around him looked extremely gloomy.
Seeing this scene, Dennis obviously felt that Xiao Yang had gotten into big trouble.
He kept waving, "Since the person has been delivered, I won't bother you!"
Dennis quickly jumped on the snowmobile and fled like the wind.
The old man surrounded Xiao Yang, his eyes were full of shock, he kept looking at Xiao Yang, and couldn't close his mouth for a long time.
"No, you can't come back!"
"impossible!"
"Absolutely impossible!"
The old man was on the verge of emotional collapse.
It was the strong man who finally came to the rescue. He came up and tied up Xiao Yang with a rope skillfully.
"Anyway, take it back first, it's not suitable for talking here."
Several people escorted Xiao Yang and walked towards the camp.
Xiao Yang was escorted by strong men through the tent camp.
People who were busy in the camp turned their heads from time to time with curious faces.
Because Xiao Yang was wearing goggles, they didn't see who Xiao Yang was.
Xiao Yang took a cursory glance, and found that the supplies in this camp were obviously not as much as those in the camp of the Rotten Kingdom.
The army coats worn by the team members were all patched, not as ostentatious as the uniform duck down uniforms of the Ruguo.
The tawny felt boots were very old and shiny.
It can be seen that the supplies of this group of people are very scarce.
But there is a kind of vitality on the cheeks of all young people.
Xiao Yang could feel that this was a group of simple and hardworking people.
Xiao Yang was escorted by the leading strong man to a tent in the center of the camp.
The tent was not very spacious and was filled with daily necessities. There were also several large boxes of books in the corner.
It is estimated that it will take a lot of manpower and material resources to transport so many books to Antarctica.
A simple folding table made of iron is placed in the middle, with several maps stacked on top of it.
The map shows jagged corners, judging from the quality of the paper, it should not belong to the same era.
Some maps look ancient, others are very new and smell like ink.
Next to the map lay a notebook of brick-thick paper.
The notebook has been bound many times with white nylon thread and looks like it has been used for many years.
The paper at the bottom has become yellowed and curled, giving off a sense of age, while the binding paper at the top is made of white and smooth new wood pulp paper.
The strong man took Xiao Yang to the side, tied him to the erected steel tent support, took off Xiao Yang's windproof glasses, and hung them aside.
At this time, the curtain of the tent opened, and the white-haired old man and several strangers entered the tent with ugly faces.
A few good young people followed behind, they opened the thick cotton curtain, poked their heads in, blinked, and kept giving Xiao Yang winks.
Xiao Yang was very puzzled by the familiar behavior of these people, he looked at these young people suspiciously.
The young people found that the handed eyes had no effect, and couldn't help shouting.
"Xiao Di, where did you go to play yesterday?"
"Xiao Di?" The doubt in Xiao Yang's eyes became more intense.
He didn't know who the Xiao Di they were talking about, and why he happened to have the same surname as him.
Seeing the young people teasing Xiao Yang constantly, the strong man couldn't help but open his arms, and drove these people out of the tent like an old hen driving away ignorant chicks.
"Hurry up and get busy with your own work! Put up the tent quickly while the blizzard is not strong, or when the blizzard is severe, don't fucking sneak into my tent!"
The brawny man roared angrily, these young people stuck out their tongues, made faces, waved goodbye to Xiao Yang, and then danced away happily.
He was still muttering, "It's great that nothing happened to Xiao Di" and other words.
Xiao Yang looked at the backs of the young people, and for some reason, he always felt inexplicably kind.
The strong man pulled the cotton curtains together to block the wind and snow.
The old man lit the gas lamp in the house, and the smell of aviation kerosene spread quickly.
The smell of tar is not pleasant, but several people in the house seem to have gotten used to it.
There were only four people left in the room, the strong man who tied himself up, the white-haired old man, the strong and majestic middle-aged woman, and the gentle man wearing glasses with thick wine bottle bottoms.
At this moment, the woman suddenly spoke.
She looked at the old man with disbelief in her eyes.
"Mr. Xiao, what's going on? How did he come back?"
"Obviously..."
At this point, the woman seemed to have thought of something and suddenly shut up.
The old man surnamed Xiao seemed to have calmed down a lot at this time, but the corners of his eyes still twitched from time to time, showing his inner unease.
The old man coughed twice, turned his serious eyes to Xiao Yang, and pressed his hands on the table.
"Do you remember anything? Like your own name? What happened before? Do you still know us?"
Xiao Yang glanced at the old man and answered truthfully.
"My name is Xiao Yang. A lot of things happened before. I probably can't explain it after a while. I'm not a bad person. I don't know who you are." Xiao Yang answered the question in one breath.
When he finished saying this, the old man's pupils visibly shook.
"Xiao Yang?"
He turned his head and glanced at the middle-aged woman beside him, and both of them saw surprise in their eyes.
"I can still remember the surname Xiao, there may be a way!"
The middle-aged woman suddenly became excited.
"Then have you ever heard of the name Xiao Di?"
The woman looked at Xiao Yang expectantly.
"No!" Xiao Yang shook his head slowly.
"This..." The middle-aged woman showed a look of astonishment.
At this time, the gentle middle-aged man spoke gently, his tone sounded calm and soft, as if it contained some kind of quiet power.
"The scene was very dangerous at that time. Xiao Di chose to sacrifice himself to save everyone. When human beings are facing desperation, they will arouse their subconscious desire for protection, and a personality is likely to be born."
"Plainly speaking, in order for himself to accept whatever happens, he must find a partner for himself to share his pressure, that is, schizophrenia!"
When the middle-aged woman heard the gentle man's words, she couldn't help raising her voice.
"What! He's crazy!"
The gentle man smiled, "Don't be so excited, this may not be irreversible, maybe when he lifts his psychological guard, he will slowly recover."
"I think if you tie him up, it will only aggravate his symptoms. It's best to let him go first."
The brawny man waved his hand quickly, preventing the gentle man from letting go of Xiao Yang's suggestion.
(End of this chapter)