The mask on his face slid to the ground, and the fat man closed his eyes and rested for a while, and then walked over slowly.

Picked up the mask and handed it to me.

"People can't be resurrected after death, and when my master turned over in the tomb, I was even more useless than you cried."

The fat man calmly took out a cigarette from his arms, and when he was about to light it, he found that the lighter had already been lost when he escaped.

I tried to cheer up and took the mask handed by the fat man, thinking that this was Xiaoyue's only relic, and I would take care of it for her.

"You said that the Japanese sign you just saw outside the iron gate, does it mean that the living should not approach...!"

"Or something like extreme danger."

The fat man took a big puff of an unlit cigarette in his mouth, as if he had discovered a new world, and became more and more addicted.

At present, in the absence of fire, this method is indeed the only good way to relieve the craving for smoking.

I was silent, listening to the fat man's analysis, and I knew that there was some truth.

But now they have come to this point, and they really meet the saying that life and death depend on life and wealth.

The two of us ate the canned food we brought, and after we were full, our spirits gradually became full, at least our hearts increased our confidence.

The space inside the iron gate in front of me seems to be beyond the confines of the warehouse, and this place is more like a rest room for the warehouse guards.

The narrow and dim room of dozens of square meters is full of all kinds of long-haired and moldy debris.

A rusty iron bed was placed in the corner of the wall, and the wooden cabinet next to it had already fallen into disarray.

It's as if the Japanese soldiers who used to live inside want to frantically move the wooden cabinet to cover the iron door.

I tentatively asked the fat man if he could see the monster for what it really was.

The fat man habitually pinched off the unlit cigarette on his mouth, then shook his head and was silent, but he still couldn't hide the horror in his eyes.

I lay in the corner and closed my eyes to recuperate, trying not to recall the past with Xiao Yue, but desperately trying to remember Xiao Yue's goodness.

But when the touch of military color in my mind and Xiao Yue's figure gradually merged together, they were indistinguishable from each other, which made my thoughts more and more confused.

Feelings are a thing that can paralyze people's nerves, and they are produced unconsciously, and they are deeply rooted in your heart when you want to cut it off.

The fat man next to him was a little curious and looked around with some curiosity.

It wasn't until he suddenly picked up a framed photograph from the ground that this strange discovery couldn't help but draw my eyes to it.

"Ganzi..., you can help me see why the person in this photo is so strange."

The fat man's voice trembled a little, making the atmosphere of the entire two-person team strange again.

I'll start by saying that the fat man must have made some surprising discovery, otherwise he wouldn't have been scared like this.

It's just that when his eyes came over little by little, he looked at the photo frame that the fat man was holding with both hands, and he felt more and more that something was not right.

But I can't say what's wrong.

There were twenty or thirty people in the photo, most of them Japanese soldiers wearing green clothes and carrying guns.

Only a few people in the middle are not tall in medical coats, but they look like the outfits of the chemical researchers of the Japanese army.

I was a little dazed and then spoke.

"The picture is a little badly decayed, and I can't tell what's wrong..."

The fat man suddenly turned his head and looked at me with a look of horror.

At the moment he was in a half-crouch position holding the picture in his hand, so when he turned his head to look up at me, it really startled me.

"Look at the face in this photo, does it look exactly the same as Lao Tzu?"

He held the picture at the same height as his head, and his whole face turned green when he looked up at me.

Following his reminder, I really found that the dozens of faces in the photo were all the same, without exception.

Isn't this life just a face with a fat man?

"What the hell".

I was so frightened that I took a few steps back and collapsed to the ground, until the mask fell to the ground, and I realized that I hadn't put the mask on my face all along.

Xiaoyue once said that the mask has a slight relief and healing effect on patients with split personality, and told me not to take it off easily since I wear it.

At this moment I felt a deep fear, which did not come from anything else, but from myself.

In this way, if you want to live like a normal person in the future, you have to hide your face and look at others for a lifetime. ”

But the fact that I have been forgotten by myself next made me almost vomit blood and die.

"I only have three months left to treat, which is an excellent time to treat advanced lung cancer, and if I miss it, I will never be able to treat it again."

At this moment, I fell into a panic, I never thought that I would be able to become so eager to live one day.

"I have to live..., I don't want to die in vain..."

I was awakened by the sound of the fat man's hurried footsteps, and his face was suddenly bloodless as if he had made some terrible discovery.

"Ganzi..., how do I feel indescribably weird when you look at this photo."

The fat man was waving at me with a picture in his hand, and this scene seemed to fit in with the image in his fantasy.

At this moment, I didn't even have time to think about it before I put the mask back on my face.

When he looked coldly along the fat man's shoulder, he really had a clue in his heart.

The dozens of people in the photo in front of me are neatly dressed, more like a group photo of high-ranking officials within the Japanese army.

It's just that each of them wears a mask on their face, and only the sneaky upper half of their faces and very striking eyes can be seen.

Their eyes were all black pupils, like plump purple grapes without the whites of their eyes.

At this moment, I finally knew what the weirdness of the fat man was referring to, and recalled the scene when Xiaoyue was possessed by a stillborn child.

I realized something at once, but the guess was too frightening for me to say it to the fat man.

"Maybe it's because of the old equipment at the time, these people's eyes are not as clear as they were filmed...".

I cautiously analyzed the fat man, which can be regarded as giving myself a self-deceptive answer.

"Knock knock...!"

Suddenly, there was a crisp knock outside the iron door, a small sound that was breathless in the narrow space.

"Knock knock...!"

The sound rang in my ears again, and it felt like a scene when someone came to visit me while sitting at home.

It's just that at this moment, it is indeed in the strange underground fortifications of the Japanese army.

Xiaoyue is dead, this is an indisputable fact.

Who else but me and the fat man knocked on the iron door so calmly.

I didn't even dare to think about it, so I looked at the fat man and walked slowly to the iron gate.

The fat man behind him picked up the sharp knife and followed, and the two of us lined up on both sides of the door frame, one left and one right.

Once I find something weird, I'll try my best to restrain it, and then let the fat man die with a knife.