Dream Guide - #446 - Chapter 446 Water pipes without pipes

The fog became thicker and thicker, the rain fell heavier and heavier, and the vision became blurred. Only a rumbling sound was heard, which was deafening as the earth trembled.

“Check the direction and run towards that waterfall!” Aoki shouted in the rain, fearing that the fog would cause everyone to get separated.

The sky seemed to be falling and the earth to crack. There was almost no oxygen in the air, only cold rain and mist composed of unknown ingredients.

Petru felt that his lungs were about to explode, but he gritted his teeth and ran forward with Mrs. Larry on his back. There was no other choice at this moment, he had to trust Aoki.

He vaguely heard Mrs. Larry shouting something in his ear, but he couldn’t hear it clearly. He knew what the lady meant, probably telling him to put her down so he could escape. Of course he would not let her go. He wanted to say something in response, but nothing came out.

Su Huilan didn’t feel much better at the moment. Although she didn’t have to carry someone on her back like Petru, she had just lost a lot of mental energy and was running in such an extreme environment. If the distance was further away, it might really be… Can’t hold on.

Fortunately, they quickly reached the edge of the waterfall. Thick fog and rain blocked her view, but she could still tell that this was the end of the river in the canyon.

The curved river met the steep mountains here, and then rose up from the ground and flowed upward along the cliffs, forming a spectacular countercurrent waterfall.

She looked up and saw that the sky was covered with clouds and fog, and she could no longer see the details of the giant moon, only the white moonlight. The countercurrent waterfall passes through the heavy clouds and mist like a horse and disappears into the moonlight.

There are many tree trunks piled on the beach by the river, long, short, straight and curved, as if someone had piled them here deliberately. Some of the thick tree trunks had a piece dug out in the middle.

Su Huilan understood that this was a canoe made by savages. It seemed that they had encountered such a catastrophe a long time ago. The way to escape was to drive a canoe upstream along the sky-high waterfall when it was foggy on the island. They just didn’t know where it was.

She wanted to tell everyone what she had discovered, but she couldn’t make a sound due to lack of oxygen. Her chest felt uncomfortable and all she breathed in was rainwater.

She heard Aoki shout: “Hold the wood and jump down!”

Su Huilan did not hesitate to pick up a piece of wood that seemed to be of appropriate size and she could hold it. The wood is not as heavy as expected. It should be wood with very low density. I don’t know what kind of tree it is. This kind of wood generally has very low practicality and will rot if left alone, but it is highly buoyant and is the best material for water escape in such emergencies.

She jumped into the water with a plop in her arms, and suddenly remembered that Qingmu was also a piece of wood. She was very strange and didn’t know why she still thought of such thoughts at this time.

She thought again that she couldn’t even speak. How could this piece of wood still make such a loud sound? Everyone was lacking oxygen, so wasn’t he lacking oxygen?

The river water carried her body forward. She suddenly felt a strong pulling force, as if she was being sucked into a whirlpool, her body lost her balance, and she fell into the countercurrent waterfall.

She originally imagined that she would be carried upwards by the huge momentum of the waterfall. Just now she saw those savages flying towards the moon with their teeth and claws open after falling into the waterfall.

But the strange thing is that she feels weightless at the moment, as if she is falling from a high place instead of flying up from a low place. She remembered bungee jumping at the Royal Grand Canyon, except that she was surrounded by water. It felt exactly the same.

She tried her best to steady herself and opened her eyes. There was water and thick fog everywhere. The fog is not uniform, thick in some places and thin in others, just like clouds. She was now like a skydiver without a parachute, her body was falling freely, passing through layers of clouds at extremely fast speeds.

She thought of Li Bai’s poem: The stream falls three thousand feet, and it seems that the Milky Way falls from the sky.

Su Huilan finally understood that she was not flying into the sky, she would not fly to the moon, and this waterfall was not a river reaching the sky. This was an optical illusion.

Maybe the distribution of the island’s gravity field is uneven, maybe the twisted space bends the light. In short, if the curvature of this space is smoothed out, the river branching out from the central lake of the island will have a normal direction. Downstream, the river ends in a cliff and a deep valley, rather than a mountain blocking it.

But their brains cannot correct the light changes caused by the curvature of the space. The visual reaction is that a river is slowly flowing upward.

After the river reaches the end, the waterfall formed by rushing down the cliff should be invisible, but due to the curvature of space, the light comes from the curved surface and is seen by them, making them mistakenly think that the waterfall is flowing upstream and rushing into the sky. .

She knew now that they were falling downwards.

Usually under a waterfall, there will be a deep pool formed by the impact of water. They will fall into this pool of water.

It’s just that she still doesn’t understand. Could the devastating scene on the island just now be escaped with just a waterfall?

Of course, the fog on the island is the key. Judging from the situation when they entered the island and Alice’s statement, the fog may be a signal that some kind of space crack is opening. But even if the waterfall passes through a wormhole and they fall into a deep pool in another dimension, at the current falling speed, they will be seriously injured even if they don’t die.

Just when she thought of this, she heard Aoki’s cry again: “Hold the wood tight!”

Su Huilan subconsciously hugged the wood a little tighter, and then banged it, and the falling speed suddenly slowed down, like turning into a water slide.

She thought the waterfall had deflected due to the slope of the mountain, but she didn’t hit the rocks.

My vision is better than before, and the oxygen concentration seems to have increased. Su Huilan took a few deep breaths, turned around and saw Aoki and Petru working together to support Mrs. Larry, who was holding a big log.

Lying peacefully on Aoki’s shoulder and back, his soaked fur clinging to his body, like a Sphynx hairless cat. Only the coal boss spread his wings and glided on the water, occasionally stopping on Aoki’s head. But Aoki’s hair was still so messy, with not even a drop of water on it.

There were rapids all around, but not a vast ocean. This feeling is hard to describe. It’s like a water pipe without a pipe. They are in the pipe. Yes, it is a pipe without a pipe in the void.

The water pipe is twisted, sometimes smooth, sometimes drooping, and sometimes spinning again. Their drifting speed also alternated between fast and slow. At this time, the wood in hand played a big role. Without the buoyancy of the wood, it would be difficult for the body to maintain balance in the water.

After a while, the water flow suddenly accelerated, and Su Huilan rushed into the deep pool before she could adjust her posture.

The water is warm.

She used the buoyancy of the wood to surface and saw bubbles rising in many places on the water, as if it was about to boil.

She turned around and looked around, but she couldn’t see the water pipe she came from, nor the waterfall, only the white mist that was too thick to dissolve.

“Qingmu! Where are you?” Su Huilan shouted, “Are you all there?”

She heard Aoki’s voice coming from the mist: “I’m here!”

Then came the crow: “Oh quack, I fell into the sea again?! Fortunately I am with you, oh quack, God, Buddha, the Supreme Laojun Newton, Aristotle, Marx, bless me, I am still alive, quack!”