My heart hung dark and silent because of the stone bridge, as if there was some terrible being around me. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The moment I stepped onto the stone bridge, the dim glow of the flashlight swept across the ground, and my eyes froze. A man sat quietly in the middle of the stone bridge with his back to me, as if accepting some kind of mission and waiting for the arrival of the next destined person.

The man was tall and dressed in dark camouflage uniform, exactly like what he had seen in the corpse coffin.

Hello! I called softly, but he didn't respond in the slightest. Wangwang...... My cousin screamed suddenly behind me, its claws scratching the ground, the dark black stone scraped out white lines, and the sharp teeth in its mouth all pierced.

I reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and at that moment he actually moved. I read that right, his head twisted a little, but the next moment I subconsciously covered my mouth and didn't scream.

His head did move, and he rolled down his shoulders and fell to the ground. The headless corpse sat cross-legged like a puppet, two eyeballs with white threads resting in front of him, his hands severed, and blood stains drawing strange patterns on the ground.

Although this scene is weird, it is just a dead corpse, and even the head has been dropped, there is nothing to be afraid of. I turned back and beckoned my cousin to continue crossing the bridge, but it let out a low whining and refused to step on the stone bridge.

I grabbed it by the neck and dragged it up the bridge, skirting the strange corpse. After taking less than three steps, I suddenly heard a strange cry behind me, and I turned back abruptly, and in an instant I felt that I was hallucinating.

A corpse in camouflage was sitting cross-legged with its back to me, tall and burly, and it seemed that everything had returned to the moment before the bridge. I didn't think much of it, and continued to walk forward, my cousin was also much more peaceful, not noisy or noisy, but there was a sense of horror in his eyes, as if something terrible was brewing.

I walked for about five minutes, but felt more and more deeply uneasy. Familiar stone walls, familiar roads, and even the water's edge began to gather white flesh, and the corpse was eyeing me underwater. My flashlight swept into the distance, circles of corpses surging towards me like dampness, and my cousin almost wailed and fled.

I gasped and chased after it. The thing didn't run a few steps before it stayed where it was, and the black stone bridge reappeared in front of him, as if it was a nightmare that could not be escaped.

When I stepped onto the stone bridge, my eyes swept in front of me with the light, and a bang sounded in my head. A tall man in camouflage sat in the middle of the stone bridge, his broad back looking so ridiculous.

My eyes widened and I fixed on his head. Reaching out and patting him on the shoulder, the head fell. My flashlight lingered on his face, cold sweat running down my cheeks.

This is a Chinese with a beard, thick and thick eyebrows, but the eyebrows are deeply sunken, the two eyeballs are placed smoothly in front of him, and the white nerves on the eyeballs are intertwined. His eyeballs were gouged out, but his expression seemed so quiet that the corners of his mouth even rose slightly.

I called my cousin back, and it was again whispering in place, but it did not dare to set foot on the stone bridge.

Put your arms around its neck and drag it up the stone bridge. My eyes were fixed on the corpse sitting with his back to me, and I approached him step by step, and then walked past him.

But my flashlight stayed on him, lest he silently turn his body and turn his back on me again.

I don't know what weirdness it is. The moment I stepped on the stone bridge, I saw the corpse with my back intact. But when I tapped him on the shoulder, his head would roll off. And when I walk past him and turn back again he becomes intact and turns his back on me again.

It seems that I unconsciously turned around on the bridge and retraced the way I came.

And my cousin was not afraid of living corpses, and even dared to open his mouth to attack, but he was so afraid of this stone bridge that he could only whisper at the head of the bridge and did not dare to take a step. Everything says that the bridge is so weird, and this is the second time I have crossed the bridge.

My eyes turned back, and my cousin's hand trembled slightly. The flashlight's light dimmed, getting farther and farther away, as if out of range, and the corpse turned into a black silhouette.

Damn it...... I scolded Lao Yang in my heart, the flashlight I bought was so low-level, it was useless beyond the range of five or six meters.

The cousin became quiet, surprisingly quiet. Its eyes were staring at my back, the prominent blue of which was mysterious.

I let it wait where it was, and then I slowly turned around and approached the corpse, which was so blurred that only the mouth of the wheel remained. With every step I take, I feel my calves trembling, and this invisible terror that I can't see or touch puts too much pressure on me, and it's easy to go insane if I suppress it for too long in this situation.

The flashlight was getting closer and closer to him, and I could see his face clearly. But my eyes widened in horror, for he had turned his back on me again, as he had done before he had stepped on a bridge.

Time, space. These two words flashed through my mind, is this a circular space, just like the ignorant people thought of the earth in the past, because if you go in either direction, you will eventually return to the point where you started from the other direction.

Later, Magellan proved that the world is a sphere, but this rootless cognition did not disappear, but was infinitely amplified and circulated, and the universe is an infinite circular space.

No matter where you come from, when you travel for an unknown amount of time and how many galaxies you have crossed, eventually you will return to the point of departure and return to the moment of departure.

I don't know what power this bridge has, whether it has changed time, but at least the space has changed. If I had to explain it for a normal reason, it would seem that when someone walked on the bridge, the bridge began to reverse direction.

Therefore, people have been moving forward, but they are turning back.

At this moment, I was standing behind him again, and my cousin was behind me. It's easy to verify that you've gone back, let my cousin stay behind and I'll pass by him.

If my cousin appears before me, I have unknowingly changed my direction. And if you keep walking, but your cousin doesn't show up, it can only mean that there are deceptive signs in the topography of the place, and people mistakenly think that they are going back.

The cousin quietly got off the bridge, but he didn't dare to stay on the bridge. But as long as it was on this side of the bridge, I touched its head and said to it, "You are waiting for me here!"

Maybe it understood, and actually sat down with a pout. Although there was a deep fear and uneasiness in his eyes.

I flashed my flashlight and approached the camouflage-uniformed corpse. The same silent silence, the same slap on his shoulder, the head rolling down, the eyeballs, the blood, the severed hand, the same and then the same as a movie projection, in the light of a flashlight.

I missed his body and moved on. This time I just glanced back at him as he got blurry, and then gritted my teeth and moved on.

But then, my heart fluttered. Because the cousin's haughty figure appeared in the field of vision, his eyes shining in the light of the flashlight.

If there is a corpse, my cousin and I can knock him to the ground with their mouths. If there's a behemoth, lighting a flame can scare it away.

Even if the corpse is lying on the stone bridge, quietly luring it off the bridge, and then using all kinds of tricks to deal with it. But at this moment, the horror is that nothing strange has appeared, but it just can't walk through this stone bridge.

As the saying goes: the unknown is the most terrifying.

I couldn't swallow this breath, and walked back and forth three times in a row, but every time I passed by the corpse facing away from me, and reappeared in front of my cousin, my heart became even more flustered. Is this paranormal? I used to believe in science, but since I was brought into the Walking Dead by Lao Yang, I also believe in those magical magic.

However, the magic is also in line with science, but it is difficult for science to explain at this time. And the stone bridge in front of you must have its flaws.

I sat with my cousin on the stone bridge, and the ghosts in the dark river could only float under the water and did not dare to get closer. I ran back and forth on this bridge, already out of breath, but more often than not, I was breathless by the helpless atmosphere.

I forced myself to calm down and began to slowly ponder every detail that emerged from this bridge. The stone bridge had been parked on the river, and the corpse had been facing away from this side. Corpse...... Eyeball...... Blood Stains & …… Scene after scene flashed through my mind, and the scene suddenly stopped, and I seemed to understand in an instant that what was missing was only proof.