I was almost confused, and it took me a while to come to my senses.

I looked up at him in surprise and said, "You mean, if I leave with it, it will be tantamount to destroying the original setting here, and the door of life will become the door of death." ”

This sentence blurted out, and I could hardly find any logic or reason.

"It's... How is this possible, everything that has just happened, I can understand as an illusion, but this is logical thinking. ”

"One road..., how can there be two kinds of unknown roads, leading to different ones."

My brain almost collapsed, and I looked at the red blob that suddenly appeared on the parchment map in front of me.

I know that Lao Yan's words may be right.

I boldly did an experiment, I gradually moved the black jar in my hand out of the speeding minecart, and pretended to throw it.

On the parchment map in front of you.

The red dotted line is incredible, quickly solidifying, as if invisibly, someone has been holding a paintbrush to sketch it.

The red blood stain faded abruptly on the parchment map.

In an instant, life fills the air.

"It's... TM, how is this possible. ”

I really can't put into words what is happening in front of me.

I even wonder if all this is the same fantasy as it was just now.

Until I gently pinched the wound, the pain of the piercing heart, straight to the bone marrow.

"Whew..., this is a fucking evil door."

It's as if there's an invisible force forcing us to make a choice.

Riding on the "minecart" under his feet, he couldn't take anything with him and left alive.

Or, insisting on leaving this ominous black jar in the face of the unknown that is about to happen.

My eyes were resolute, my heart was half dead, and I had sacrificed too much for many years to find this secret.

Affection... Friendship, or love?

Now, I finally hold my fate tightly in my hands, and I won't let go of anything.

Lao Yan, I can see my thoughts at a glance.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket, even though it was already soaked with sweat.

But he still held it to his lips and allowed it with relish.

"Lao Yan, I...".

I just wanted to open my mouth and persuade him to leave, leaving me alone in the unknown darkness.

He had a cigarette in one hand and the other to my lips.

"Shhhh Call.... ”

The silence around me was terrifying, and I could almost hear my own heartbeat.

"Poof... Poof. ”

"You're a suspect now, and I'm going to get you alive until... The investigation of the whole case is clear. ”

He opened his mouth and spat out a smoke ring, and his bloodshot eyes had not yet subsided, and he looked like he was a teenager old.

"Let's go, let's see."

"I'm really a little curious about what kind of surprises are prepared for us in this strange underground fortification."

He smiled bitterly at me and took two hard puffs of the cigarette in his mouth.

Then throw it on the ground and trample it completely.

He lowered his head, suddenly looked at my legs, and said in a flat tone, "Your legs... You okay. ”

"Don't worry, if I really can't escape, you can help me put this black jar in the cemetery behind the old chief's military region."

My ruffian qi was reined in, and my heart was a little sour, and then I whispered: "There is a lonely grave there, called Xiao Nan. ”

"After a few years, I am already grateful for a stick of incense from time to time."

"What, she's your wife?"

Lao Yan seems to have come to his senses suddenly, and I never thought about people like him.

will be interested in such private matters.

"No, it's not."

I opened my mouth to respond a little nervously, but the short-haired figure in the green military uniform reappeared in my mind.

"Hey, you're the guard my father sent me."

In a trance.

It was as if I had returned to the scene when I first met her.

She was dressed in a dark green military uniform and had short, neat hair, and suddenly she slapped me on the shoulder.

Like an elf, it suddenly jumped out from behind me.

"Yes..., the "Hummingbird", a member of the soul removal team of the 92nd Division, has come to report and ask the chief for instructions. ”

I blushed, but not as bold as a tenth of hers.

"Well, you can follow Miss Ben in the future."

"By the way, do you like to listen to dramas?"

Her eyes widened, like a child, staring at me.

All of a sudden, it made me some... Overwhelmed.

"What kind of opera..., Peking Opera or Henan Opera...".

I panicked instantly, and my heart almost jumped to my throat.

I don't know why she asked me all of a sudden, this question before I could figure it out.

She was a little closer to me again, looking up at me as if she was surprised.

"Then Peking Opera or Henan Opera..., which one do you prefer?"

Her voice is particularly sweet.

It's so sweet that it almost makes me a dignified seven-foot man, and I don't dare to look at her squarely.

In my heart, I bumped into it like a deer.

"Ahem, are you a nymphomaniac?"

Lao Yan's voice instantly woke me up from my sweet dream.

In the dark.

The light of the lighter, like the only lighthouse, comforted the souls of the two of us who had nowhere to put it.

"You're a little sure."

I looked up at Yan, and the minecart was getting slower and slower, as if it had reached the so-called end.

What awaits us will be unknown.

He didn't look back, just reached out and shook the parchment map in his hand.

I saw it clearly, this moment.

On the map, it has already been soaked with oozing blood.

The dotted line representing the minecart track.

By this time, it was almost gone.

Instead, at the end, there are many dense black spots.

Destruction of life.

Death is at the door.

I clenched the little black jar in my arms and limped to keep up with him.

Actually, I've always been curious.

Which of the illusions that just happened are real? Which ones are fake?

Why does he keep calling me, don't look back.

What's behind you?

"What the hell."

At this point, I seem to have put life and death on the line.

"What is there to be afraid of ghosts, she is beautiful, she is called like Lao Tzu, and she can't get out of bed."

I smiled a little.

This is the "self-mockery" that I have used for years to combat my inner fear of ghosts.

It's bad, but it works.

I limped and followed him, keeping a distance of half a metre between the two.

Even if the army's high-intensity light equipment is called, I estimate that it will not be able to completely illuminate the area in front of me.

The cold wind blowing around me made me shiver involuntarily.

"Lao Yan..., have you ever thought about what those black dots on the map represent?"

At this moment, I suddenly remembered that on the sheepskin map in Lao Yan's hand.

Those weird and puzzled patterns, my heart couldn't help but sink.

Soon, though.

I was right ahead and got the answer.