I was wandering around the mountains and forests by myself, meditating for a few days, and suddenly everything around me was full of interest again. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"York" I called York, I wanted him to accompany me around the woods, I don't know when I have regarded York as a confidant, although there is a group of people, but I don't believe any of them, until I find out the murderer of the Spanish woman.

York listened to me, and as soon as I called out to him, he appeared with me, and I thought he was sent for me by God.

Without him, I would have died in the valley, starving to death, or being bitten by a New Guinea crocodile. York was following me, and suddenly he jumped under the branch, and jumped and onto the branch.

He still likes to climb trees as he did in the past.

"York, danger," I saw him swinging around like a monkey clutching a branch, so I admonished him.

"It's okay," he said magically, which was really unexpected to me.

"Hey, hero, didn't you say detox, why did you bring York." Shiratori called me from behind, and I was so excited that I told him that York could say a word, and Shiratori was very happy to hear it.

York in the tree saw us laughing, and he jumped down from the tree.

"I want to walk around the forest, and I'm scared to sit these days with bad legs," I told Shiratori the purpose of my visit to the forest, and he left me, thinking that my behavior was boring.

I took York for a walk in the forest, and York picked up leaves and sat on his hat and put it on his head. He deliberately showed off his masterpiece in front of me, and he did it just hoping to get a compliment from me, as long as I complimented him on his nice hat, or if I gave him a smile, he would be happy for a long time.

But I didn't do that, and his actions made me think that the most primitive nature of man is to love vanity, and I don't want him to become like Shiratori.

I ignored him and kept walking. York suddenly ran up to me, gesturing at something, and I could sense that he must have found something.

But I still couldn't understand it, and he took my hand anxiously. He wanted to be carried away by me.

I refused.

"I know you're going to take me somewhere, but I don't need you to carry it, my leg is already healed," I said, patting my leg.

He nodded, and I followed him.

After a while he led me to the front of the cliff, and I finally understood why we were trapped here, which blocked our way, but the only way was to climb up the tree, which became a ladder to climb up.

I know York didn't bring me here to show me the steep mountain walls.

"What are you bringing me here for?" I asked him.

He ran to the cliff and lifted it and hung on the cliff, like weeping vegetation.

Since there is a big hole in the back, the entrance of this cave is completely covered by this vegetation, dense, and the naked eye of ordinary people cannot see it, and no one would have thought that there is such a hole hidden in this cliff.

What's in the hole? This aroused my curiosity.

I entered the cave, and since it was daytime, I could still dimly see some of the things inside. The inside is as wide as Qin Shi Huang's Afang Palace.

I followed York and went down the stairs.

"What the hell is this" because the cave is wider, so when you speak, there is a great echo, like a person is talking to you, but the voice doesn't sound like yours, and at first I thought it was because of the refraction of stalactites, here like a chandelier hung dense stalactites, all shapes, even those that look like people.

Don't be surprised, it's nothing to say that the calcium carbonate contained in the stalactites and carbon dioxide have undergone a series of chemical reactions to produce water. There was really nothing strange about this for the rest of my trip over the next few years, and I believe that York didn't bring me here to see this strange and boring stone.

The further we went, the further down I felt, the more I felt that this was not some kind of cave, but the bastard's grave, and when he died, he was a piece of earth, and I really couldn't understand why those guys had made their grave so luxurious, and it hurt money.

But whether this is a grave or not, I can't be sure yet, so let's not jump to conclusions about it.

I continued to walk below.

We walked up the stone steps and came to a corridor-like path with walls on both sides.

York pointed to the road, he told, in this direction. I cautiously turned my finger on York, and walked down the corridor, and there were strange words carved into the cliffs, words rather than pictures, and I wondered if it might have been left by our ancestors, and I began to wonder if York's species might not be a cannibal per se, but just an ape that had not yet fully evolved.

This is just speculation.

There are small caves lined up on the cliffs, and it seems that it is the house of a certain race, and I wonder if it is that we have crossed it, but I quickly dismissed this idea, I did not believe in the so-called time tunnel, although Einstein's theory of relativity could explain this possibility, when a certain speed is reached, objects can change time.

We didn't cross, we didn't.

I followed York towards the bottom. What came to my eyes was the pile of weapons, all cold weapons, all thrown on the ground, and these things were the reason why York brought me here.

I picked up a handful of thatch, these are just what I have read in books, and now that all the reality is in front of me, how incredible it must be. I held these iron weapons, although I couldn't tell the dynasty in which these weapons were manufactured, but it gave me the illusion of a time difference, and I felt like I had returned to a backward and damned era in history, what the hell is this special place. I know that York told me about his intentions in this place, and he wanted us to use these weapons to defeat the cannibals.

I never understood why York wanted us to attack his race, and then later, I understood a truth, he thought that their race would become the same as us, at least they would use fire, and only if we ruled them, they could go from animals to civilization, and then I knew that after I knew this, I had to admire that York was indeed very smart, and he was far more intelligent than we imagined.

It's been a long and arduous journey, so let's start with the story in front of us.

"York, this pile, only you know, who doesn't let you know" I threw the long grass back into the pile of weapons.

Yorke seemed to understand, and he nodded. We walked back the way we came.