In the email sent by the girl who claimed to be Cheng Xiaonan, the diary about three years ago seems to have been written here, and then it will be gone. Because Dr. Shi is not particularly familiar with Cheng Xiaonan himself, and the time spent with him will not exceed 8 hours together, it is difficult to see the authenticity from these old texts, and it is difficult to establish some kind of connection between the girl who called and Cheng Xiaonan.

However, just by relying on a woman's intuition, Dr. Shi felt that these diaries did not look like forgeries—although their intuition was usually unreliable, but for some reason, she already believed in the contents of the diaries in her heart.

Regardless of what the girl on the phone had to do with Cheng Xiaonan, these diaries are indeed very similar to Cheng Xiaonan's self-report, it seems that after the "ceremony" that was almost completed but was destroyed in an accident, his body seemed to have been injured extremely violently, so that Cheng Xiaonan thought that his life was about to end, so he had to go somewhere and wait for the end of his life......

But the problem is that the diary will no longer have any content after it reaches here, so what happened after that? Is Cheng Xiaonan dead or alive? And the girl who called, why did she call herself Cheng Xiaonan? Perhaps, the answer still has to be found from the email sent by this female voice "Cheng Xiaonan......

A strong curiosity pushed Dr. Shi, repeatedly looked at Cheng Xiaonan's diary three years ago, and finally found an additional URL link in the last paragraph of the diary, clicked on it to see that it was a blog URL, and then looked at it in detail Dr. Shi was surprised, the owner of this blog turned out to be the soul of the mountain, the man she often missed!

Doctor Shi remembered that when he first talked to the girl who claimed to be Cheng Xiaonan on the phone, the girl said that she got her phone number through the Spirit of the Mountain, so it was not surprising that this girl knew the Spirit of the Mountain. But the question is, why link the blog address of the soul of the mountain to the back of Cheng Xiaonan's diary?

Since the return of the dragon's spine in the sea of clouds, he has never seen the soul of the mountain again, only occasionally on the phone, although he has a lot of words in his heart to talk to him, but every time he calls he doesn't know what to say, as a result, every time the two of them pick up some useless nonsense, and finally hang up the phone hastily, obviously the two have been chatting for a long time, but they feel more lonely than when they didn't talk on the phone......

Doctor Shi shook his head vigorously, reminding himself that he was distracted...... Well, the girl who called, the soul of the mountain, Cheng Xiaonan, diary, blog...... What's the connection? It's nerve-wracking, so let's take a look at the content of the blog first......

Open the blog of the soul of the mountain, sure enough, it is written about some outdoor sports mountain crossing and other things, which is indeed very in line with the style of the soul of the mountain, he posted a lot of travelogues and landscape photos taken by himself on the blog, although the content is wonderful, but I can't see that these have anything to do with Cheng Xiaonan's affairs.

After looking over and over for a long time and still finding nothing, Dr. Shi almost lost his patience, picked up the phone and wanted to contact the girl who called to ask what was going on, but his hand just touched the telephone and suddenly his heart moved, since the soul of the mountain is a lover of outdoor mountaineering, could it be ...... He once met Cheng Xiaonan in the mountains three years ago who was waiting for death, and recorded some of the things they met in his blog?

Thinking of these, Dr. Shi felt that his eyes suddenly opened up, and hurriedly clicked on the directory of the blog, and turned back page by page with the mouse wheel, until October 2010, and sure enough, in the blog on October 25, 2010, Dr. Shi found a very long text written by the blogger, titled "The Adventure of the Soul of the Mountain".

The Soul of the Mountain: The Adventure of the Dangerous Peak: Author: The Soul of the Mountain, published on October 25, 2010

It's been a few days since I was taken down from the mountain, but the scene I witnessed on that cliff has been lingering in my mind for a long time, as soon as I close my eyes, those unforgettable moments flashed back in front of my eyes like a movie replay, especially the mysterious girl, her eyes, her voice, her every move, as if it was right in front of my eyes, but every time I stretched out my arm to her, she would disappear like smoke in an instant, leaving only a void in front of me......

In this outdoor circle where dozens of people are dispatched at every turn, lively all the way, and the banner of the club is mighty into the mountains, I can be regarded as an outlier who always insists on small teams or acting alone. I like to backpack into the mountains alone or with a few friends, escape the hustle and bustle of the city, and walk quietly by myself, whether the road is smooth or difficult, and just let the thoughts in my brain drift freely. When I encountered a scenery worthy of my lingering, I set up camp, and a few friends sat around to watch the scenery and chat, and then had a glass of wine, how fast life is!

Therefore, I am still alone on this crossing route, carrying equipment and food on foot to explore the legendary ancient mountain road that has a history of thousands of years, and it is estimated that the whole journey is more than 50 kilometers and takes two days. Since most of the planned route was uninhabited and there was no cell phone coverage, I brought military maps and compasses from the sixties in addition to the GPS navigator, as well as some first-aid medicine. On top of that, I also put on an extra five-watt hand stand, which is ready for emergency contact.

I had already done a lot of detailed map calculations when planning the route at home, so my trip to the mountain was much smoother than expected, starting from the last inhabited village I encountered at the bottom of the mountain, and the beautiful scenery along the way made me forget the fatigue of the difficult journey along the way.

The ancient road winds along the sunny side of the ridge, because the road under the mountain has been built for thousands of years, and the road surface has long been completely covered by dense vegetation.

I set out at 4:30 a.m. from the village where I was staying at the foot of the mountain, and set out to climb the mountain with my headlamp lit, in order to find the natural viewing platform where the legendary five Grand Canyons converge before sunrise, where I could watch the magnificent sunrise over the Grand Canyon from the majestic cliffs.

At half past six in the morning, with the help of a large-scale military map and the guidance of a compass, after two and a half hours of continuous climbing, I finally approached the natural viewing platform at the target about three kilometers away, where the ancient road no longer had a smooth road surface and began to turn into a steep staircase with continuous uphill climbs.

The strangest thing happened, I found a very small scooter in the chest-high grass on the side of the trail! Although the car was in tatters and almost a pile of worn parts, it was obvious that the car had just been dumped here in the last two days.

Oh my God, I can't imagine anyone who could drive such a small pedal motorcycle, which is not much bigger than a toy, into such an uninhabited deep mountain forest. If it weren't for the steps on the road ahead, I'm sure the driver would have driven the broken motorcycle to the top of the mountain.

With a strong sense of curiosity, I continued on my way, and along the way there were traces in the grass of someone who had come first, and whose destination was obviously the same as mine, the observation deck three kilometers away. And I could see that the man didn't walk as fast as I did, and I saw traces of many rests along the way.

Finally I came to the cliff where the natural viewing platform was located, and stood on a high place and looked at the intersection of five magnificent canyons in the distance, when a red sun had just emerged from the sea of clouds on the horizon, and the sky was dyed orange and red, and the beauty of the scenery in front of me could not be described in words.

I took out my camera and ran to the edge of the cliff, when I ran to the cliff, I found that there was a tent on the edge of the cliff with a radius of only a dozen square meters, and on the edge of the cliff, there was a person sitting with his back to me facing the direction of the sunrise.

It seems that this girl arrived at the observation deck during the day at least yesterday, and she camped here alone for the night despite the strong air convection on the edge of the canyon, and I couldn't help but be full of respect for this somewhat crazy girl in front of me.

I gently approached and observed, and found that the girl was really bold enough, so she sat on the edge of the unobstructed cliff with her legs crossed, and below it was a cliff with a vertical height of hundreds of meters at 90 degrees. To be honest, I was a little worried, worried that she would not be blown down the cliff by the sudden mountain wind.

"Hello, may I ask you......" I was afraid of alarming the girl, so I walked a few meters away and stopped to greet her: "Are you also here specifically to wait for the sunrise?"

The girl didn't seem to expect someone to greet her in such a place, and when she heard my voice, her shoulders seemed to shrink, but she quickly calmed down and turned her head slowly.

The moment the girl's face turned, the morning light that had just pierced through the sea of clouds was reflected on her face, her face looked as white and flawless as beautiful jade, and under the delicate eyebrows, a pair of eyes were as deep and melancholy as snow-capped mountains and lakes.

I froze for a moment when I saw her face, especially when I met her deep eyes. The girl was as beautiful as an angel sitting in the clouds, bathed in the orange morning light, and her slightly loose clothes fluttered in the wind, as if she was about to rise out of the world.