My mind was blank for a long time after I received the package, and I continued to unconsciously repeat some boring daily routines every day, in the eyes of ordinary friends, I seemed to return to the normal state of a few years ago, only Wu Fatzi occasionally came to visit me in Xi'an, she looked at me with an inexplicable emotion, but obviously negative.

In the past, she would have discouraged me because she knew the whole story and some information that I didn't know but she knew. This kind of information disparity will give the person in the upper reaches a sense of being above the general facts, and let her abundant energy find a channel to dredge, and that channel is me.

So, when the lies are exposed and the reality is out of control, I prefer that the damned live and the living forget.

In 2016, at the invitation of a colleague, I went to the holy city of Lhasa together, perhaps because the time was not so appropriate, and I did not meet the pilgrimage scene that everyone expected; Maybe the flavors are not compatible, and it is difficult to accept the taste of butter tea; Maybe it's because the body that sits in the office for a long time can't withstand the long journey, and the altitude sickness is unusually severe. The obvious result is that there is a gap that is difficult to bridge compared to the excitement of the time when it came.

Unwilling to let a expensive tour be abandoned because of an unsustainable itinerary. Colleagues turned their interest to skeeping tourist souvenirs, which they had dismissed. They are all people in the industry, no one can fool anyone, and it is rare to find a lot of good objects, even if some are not so collectible, they also represent a rich national culture in the field of art. These objects are nothing less than a compensation for the growing discontent that has been growing before.

At the end of the day, I left alone, backpacked for Nagqu in northern Tibet, and then turned to Ali. While walking, I bought some postcards on the spot, wrote some sour poems on the back, and turned them over with emotion, ready to send them to those ordinary friends on the way back. Maybe it's a misused word and makes people feel distant, but true friends always bring memories that I don't want to recall, so "ordinary" is not a derogatory term for me, on the contrary, it means an unusually precious serenity and serenity.

There are many places to visit in the Ali area, but I stood at the door of a hardware store in the nearest small county town to Kunlun with an unopened package.

At that time, I asked the guy in the store, I remember that it was a middle-aged man, with a beard style that Uighurs like, but it was obviously a Han face, I asked him who sent this package, he stood up and glanced at the handwriting, it was impossible to read the content carefully at such a fast speed, he seemed very familiar with the owner of the handwriting. The middle-aged man took off his sleeves, went into the room and washed his face, and very solemnly brought two stools and put them next to the only table in the hut, signaling me to sit down, saying that he was the person who mailed the package, and his name was Zhang Hump.

"Excuse me, do you know Jiang Hailin?" It's rare that my tone is rarely polite, and I rarely pay attention to these "red tape" during this period of time.

He stared at me for a while, his gaze a little glazed. Then he nodded, and shook his head again. Probably afraid that I would be confused, he explained again: "I'm not familiar, he is the captain of that group, although he is still ......" and glanced at the package I put aside, "Won't you open it?" ”

I was quick to confide in my ambivalence, I didn't want to open the box that would lead me into a deep nightmare again, but in essence this fear was also a reflection of my deepest desire to turn things around the tragedy that had forced me to lose the courage to live. Touching the wrapped oil paper, being able to come to this place is enough to show my expectations for the Kunlun Holy Mountain, hoping that its well-known mystery can bring something different, such as - the effect of "bringing the dead back to life"?

Death and disappearance are fundamentally different. People who escape from reality will choose to seek comfort from the gods.

Zhang Hump did not sympathize with my helplessness, and picked up the package casually and opened it with dexterity, and even the kraft paper that was opened was still intact except for the creases.

Inside the package is a notebook, and the content written with a carb pen is not volatile and can be stored for a long time, which is also a traditional requirement in archives management. In addition to the narration of the text according to time, which is occasionally mixed with immature stick figures, I know very well Jiang Hailin's skillful technique of drawing cultural relics and simple strokes, which is not his notes. But I am also very familiar with the handwriting of black carbs, just as Zhang Hump is familiar with his own handwriting, which is my handwriting, although it is not marked with a name.

Finding one's own notes in someone else's relics with completely unfamiliar contents is not only surprising, but simply terrifying. My stunned expression made Zhang Hump, who opened the package, see that something was wrong, and he asked tentatively, and I didn't think there was any need to hide it, so I unexpectedly gained another frightened expression.

At this moment, the already not simple events became more and more confusing.

I opened the diary, and the handwriting was surprisingly neat, but the contents gave the impression that its owner was in a state of panic at that time.

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15:40

The excavation lasted for half an hour, and Ken and his brother thought it was much larger than expected, and it might not be finished before 5 o'clock. Everyone can smell the stronger and stronger smell it brings, and this thing will attract the vanguard. But they didn't agree to stop the work for a while, and I always felt that the smell made everyone anxious, anxious, and greedy. Why doesn't it work for me?

The only thing that was exposed was the crooked horns, which were full of hair, but the corpse, which should have been infinitely foul-smelling due to multiple festers, was surprisingly sweet. I saw some white hair-like cotton wool in its flesh, like fungi and noticeably more elastic. Thousands of strands are mixed with skin and flesh, and they can't be pulled out, forming a clump, which is extremely disgusting.

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Half past seven

After treatment, the wound no longer oozes blood, and another life is saved. Ken has been in a coma for 2 hours. I can't take it with me for a while. If it rains next, the road will be even more difficult to walk. I can't abandon Ken, two people are better than one.

Ken's body began to turn an eerie blue-gray color, and the dense white dots on his skin reminded me of the white hair in the monster's body before, and I tried to cut it, but I didn't find anything, and I thought it might just be groundless speculation.

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11:10 a.m

The search and rescue team took Ken away, and my mission had to continue, and I had to work alone without my companions. The process has been delayed a lot, and to catch up with the process you need to find another entrance, and this time you shouldn't run into those strange crawlers.

……

I haven't finished reading it, it's not a good place to read seriously, Zhang Hump has work to complete, and the noisy sound of machines in the hardware store makes it hard for me to calm down and think about things. But the only thing that had gotten my mind up was already confusing me.