Jazz and Luo Hanya changed their clothes and walked quickly towards the place. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

By the time they reached the top of the mountain, the sun was already about to set, and the sunny side of the hillside beneath them had turned golden green, while the other side was completely covered in gray shadows. In the far reaches of the skyline, there is a vast twilight, and what stands out in the twilight is the strangely shaped rock hills. In the boundless land, there is not a single movement.

A grey goose, perhaps a seagull or a sandpiper, soars high in the blue sky. Between the vast expanse of the sky and the barren earth below, it and the two of them seemed to be the only creatures here. The desert landscape, the feeling of loneliness, and the mysterious and urgent mission made Luo Hanya shiver, Luo Hanya glanced at Sir Henry, and found that he was pale, but there was a mysterious force that held him back, and that force was called: love.

The two of them looked around, but there was no place to see the child, but in a ravine below there were some old stone houses in a circle, and in the middle of one there was a roof that would protect one from the sun and rain. As soon as the two saw it, they exchanged glances in tacit understanding, and their hearts beat faster.

This must be the place where the man was hiding, and there was a sudden sense of relief that their feet were at last on the threshold of the fellow's hideout—that the fellow was finally about to show his true colors.

As the two approached the hut, they walked more and more cautiously and cautiously, like a creature lover holding a butterfly net aloof, slowly approaching a settled butterfly. Luo Hanya observed the place and finally determined that this place had indeed been used as a place to live. There was a faint path between the rocks that led to an opening that was about to collapse as a door. The unknown person may be hiding there, or wandering around the moor.

One step, one step at a time, closer, closer......

Luo Hanya suddenly felt a little scared in his heart, this place was too similar to the terrain where they arrested Selm last night, and they were very worried, for fear that what happened last night would happen again.

The feeling of adventure makes the nerves tense and at the same time makes it exciting, maybe it's the adrenaline effect? Luo Hanya touched the handle of his revolver and quickly walked from the left side of the room to the door, while Jazz outflanked him from the right with his pistol.

They had reached a tacit agreement, even if they killed that person this time, they couldn't let him run away.

The two of them approached the door step by step, like anti-terrorist police, and jumped into the house at the same time, the room was quiet, nothing happened. They looked into the house, and it was empty.

"This ...... It can't be that we're looking for the wrong thing, right? Jazz asked, confused.

"No way." Luo Hanya pointed to some traces in the house and said categorically, "Look at these traces. ”

In the room, a raincloth wrapped in a few blankets was placed on the same stone slab where Neolithic people had slept, and in a rough stone frame there was a pile of burnt ashes, and next to it were some kitchen utensils and half a bucket of water. A mess of empty cans showed that the man had been living in the house for some time.

And when their eyes had become accustomed to the chaotic bits of sunlight shining through the leaves, they saw a small metal glass and half a bottle of wine in the corner of the house. In the middle of the hut was a flat stone that had been used as a table, and on top of it was a small cloth bag—no doubt the roll on the child's shoulder, which they had seen through the binoculars. There was a piece of bread, a cow's tongue, and two canned peaches.

When they finished looking at it and put it down again, their hearts jumped, because they saw that there was a piece of paper with words written underneath.

Jazz took a deep breath and picked it up, scribbling a line in pencil: "Am I really going to die here?" Why wouldn't she be the person closest to me to save my life......"

"What is this?"

"Well, look, a headless word." Sir sighed in disappointment and handed the note to Luo Hanya.

Luo Hanya took the piece of paper in Jazz's hand and stood there for a full minute, thinking about the meaning of the text message. So, this guy is in a desperate situation, so could he still be the guy who created this strange curse? The closest person? She? Why does it feel like this guy is more like Selm?

Luo Hanya tapped on his skull with a slight headache, he only felt that a huge net was wrapping towards him, and since he entered the moor, he had been entangled in the mesh of that net, shrinking step by step, completely enveloping him.

Now that there was one piece of paper, there might be a second, and Luo Hanya and Sir came to an agreement and searched around the house. But there was no sign of it, and no sign was found that would indicate the characteristics and intentions of the people who lived in this strange place. Only one thing is certain, and that guy must have Spartan habits and don't mind much about the comforts of life.

Luo Hanya looked at the roof with a wide opening, and thought of the unpredictable weather in the moor, that guy must have a will beyond ordinary people to survive in such difficult conditions for such a long time.

Although they did not find any clues, they were determined not to leave the hut until they found out everything.

Outside, the sun had already set very low, and the west was radiating fiery red and golden afterglow, and the sky light reflected patches of red light as it reflected the puddles of water scattered in the great mud of the Green Basin in the distance. Two ancient towers could be seen over there, and in the distance there was a hazy smoke that heralded tomorrow's weather, and in the middle of the two, behind the hill were stone houses similar to those of ancient times. In the golden afterglow of the evening, everything looks so beautiful, intoxicating and tranquil.

But in the eyes of Rohanya and Sir Henry, not only did they not feel the tranquility of nature in their hearts, but they trembled with the dazedness and fear caused by the approaching meeting. Their nerves throbbed, but their determination was strong, and they each took his pistol and sat in the darkness of the hut, patiently waiting for the arrival of the owner of the house, waiting for the moment when the mystery would be revealed.

After some time, they finally heard someone coming, and in the distance came the sound of leather shoes walking on the stones, and they came closer and closer. The two exchanged glances and pulled the pistol's bolt into place. The voice stopped for a long time, indicating that the guy was standing, and the two of them held their breath nervously, afraid that the man would find out about their arrival. Then footsteps came forward, and a dark shadow was cast through the opening of the stone house. (To be continued.) )