It was late at night, and many of the sights were blurred.

I only vaguely remember the second before my eyes were covered with black cloth, there was a lot of rubble in front of me, and a huge amount of rusty well digging equipment.

It was only then that I began to realize that the well I had just now did not seem to be an ordinary well.

After all, it is impossible to drill a well nearly two or three hundred meters deep in a densely vegetated place, and this is obviously a detection well that was originally used for some kind of research.

I don't know who dug the well or where it sits.

I just feel like a puppet. At the mercy of the man in black, the strange sound in the well also disappeared completely after I was quickly pulled out by the safety rope above my head.

This time, I really didn't want to sit still, and when I was sent back to the ward, I found that Xuan had been waiting for me and hadn't fallen asleep.

Perhaps in her eyes, my life has long been closely linked to her, and if I lose something, the man in black is likely to be angry with her.

In the past few days, I have been dreaming about the scenes that happened in the tomb of Concubine Jin, but some memories seem to have been inadvertently confused, no matter how I think about it, I can't remember all of it.

I only vaguely remember that I found a team of warlords with strange and hidden numbers in the tomb, as well as a dried corpse with Wu Wenju's jade and jade plate.

and the woman in yellow who looks almost exactly like Concubine Jin.

The five of us went through the test of life and death in the tomb with great difficulty, but Uncle Nine and Long Tsai stayed there forever.

I couldn't sleep at night, and even though I had been locked up here for more than a month, I had received very little information.

I only know that some of my memories are artificially manipulated, and I haven't seen a fat man and a little white face since I woke up and was abducted to this ghost place.

The life and death of the two of them and the news have become a mystery, and I can't help but worry about them from time to time.

In the empty ward, Xuan was sleeping soundly, and she was lying on the bed next to her in a white nurse's uniform for several days, not daring to relax at all.

I only dare to fall asleep until late at night.

At present, this old ward of dozens of square meters is full of medical equipment, and a safe has been moved to the corner at some point.

I carefully recalled every scene when I first came to this ward, and I still can't remember if there was this cabinet in the corner.

In the dim light, I didn't dare to turn on the light to disturb Xuan, who was sleeping soundly, but walked a little effortlessly towards the dusty safe in the corner.

What I didn't expect was that the cabinet door was actually open.

There were very few inside covered in dust and dust, as well as a few photos that were dusty in the portfolio.

I couldn't help but hold the photo in my hand with curiosity, and the black and white photo looked extremely blurry in the dim light.

However, the flashlight next to it was able to solve the problem in time.

It's just that when I just wanted to turn on the flashlight, I vaguely realized in my heart how all this was so coincidental, why I found the safe in the corner in the middle of the night.

And there happened to be a flashlight next to it, and it seemed that someone had deliberately arranged all of this.

I couldn't help but be startled by my thoughts, but the real touch of the photo didn't look like it was worn, it was obviously an old photo that was many years old.

Under the light of the flashlight in my hand, I finally saw the content of the black and white photo, but I didn't expect that the next second I couldn't help but fall to the ground.

Covered in cold sweat.

"How... How can it be. ”

I couldn't help but pick up the dropped photo from the ground again, squinting a little bit and looking at it again.

This is just a simple black and white photo, but it clearly depicts the backs of the five people in the tomb of Concubine Jin, and from the perspective of the shooting, it seems to be at the back of everyone.

The fat man and I walked in the front, the little white face and Uncle Nine and the dragon boy were the closest to the camera, and in the photo, we were walking carefully in the deep corridor.

Looking at the clothes on the body, it should be that not long after entering the tomb, he has just experienced the quicksand trap in the ancient tomb.

And who was the person who took this picture with the camera?

I had to be the first to deny the possibility of being followed, because after being in the tomb for so long, if someone were following me and the fat man, he would definitely be aware.

But in this case, it is impossible to explain the reason for the photo shooting.

I resisted the trembling in my heart, and felt more and more that this photo was a little strange, and the figure of Uncle Nine in the picture was faintly turned sideways, as if he was observing the mysterious pattern next to the road.

But his eyes were a little abnormal, as if he was quietly looking behind.

For a while, I was a little unsure, and in the dim light, the black and white photo lay quietly on the cold ground.

I saw the deaths of Uncle Nine and Long Tsai with my own eyes, and this photo is almost a few years old.

Everything that happened in the tomb of Concubine Jin in my mind is still vivid, and such an obvious time gap is obviously another mystery.

I was about to put the photo back in the cupboard, but I suddenly changed my mind and hid it in the sole of my shoe, waiting to one day escape from here and carefully study what was going on.

The bright moonlight shone through the cold and gloomy light on the window of the hospital room.

Xuan closed her eyes tightly, sometimes serene and sometimes terrified in her deep sleep, as if she had dreamed of something terrible.

Until the next morning, the two men in black came to the ward again.

This time, they obviously came to me more often than before, and what I didn't expect was that after taking off the blindfold, they actually had dinner with other people in black.

The empty cafeteria was filled with people dressed in black who were similarly dressed, and at this point I finally solved the doubts I had been holding for so long.

That is, how do they eat after sewing bronze masks to their faces?

It turns out that not everyone's copper-colored masks are sewn on their faces, and there seems to be some hidden pattern in this.

For example, the mysterious man in black sitting with me in front of me has a mask on his face that is divided into two parts, the upper and lower parts, and the patterned mask below can be removed without affecting chewing when eating.

I couldn't help but turn my head to look around, and in this huge cafeteria, everyone was dressed up, and everyone was just eating with their heads down, and no one was talking to each other.

I don't know why they brought me here, and I even saw a lot of strange faces under masks.

The plate was filled with rice, pumpkin soup and chicken thighs, and the table next to it was filled with fruit.

As I was thinking about it, I couldn't help but wonder if I had a chance to write down the faces of their internal members.

Could it be that this is also arranged by the man in black?

I can't figure out the logical thinking of this person, from the very beginning to the present, his every move is incomprehensible.

Could it be that this meal in front of me was my last ride, and he didn't mind that I would see something I shouldn't see.

After all, how much of a storm can a dying man make here.

The more I speculated, the more I thought I might really be going to die, and it was better to be a full ghost than this.

The chicken thighs and pumpkin soup in my hand tasted okay, and I stuffed them into my mouth and chewed and swallowed them.

The idea of trying to escape, which had been hidden in the bottom of my heart, seemed to have gradually slowed down under the changes in front of me.

Until he couldn't help but look into the distance with a chicken leg in his mouth, he found that there was a lonely figure sitting at the table a few meters away from him, drinking white porridge by himself.

There was no one next to it, as if it had been left alone for her.

The chicken leg in my mouth suddenly lost its taste and fell directly to the ground, because the figure in front of me made me feel very familiar.

She has long black hair, which is very conspicuous in the crowd in black, and it was because she met her that she was unable to escape from the first floor of the hospital.

"Xiao Yue..."

I couldn't help but call out her name, and suddenly my heart felt like I had knocked over the five-flavor bottle, and all the ups and downs echoed in my mind, when I was fighting with the fat man to save money to go to Japan to find her.

was caught in the wolf's den by the man in black because of her.

What is her identity, or do I know that Xiaoyue?