On the blood-smelling train, there should have been no other passengers alive other than me.

I didn't know what their purpose was in killing the others like this, until I watched the other men in black nail the decomposed corpses into wooden boxes to be taken away, and suddenly there was a suspicion in my mind.

This was a premeditated murder, but it happened to be a plan to capture him, all of which were integrated.

The purpose of dismembering the corpse is to facilitate the corpse to be brought back, and it is obviously not an easy task to put the bloody corpse pieces into wooden boxes and then take them away in batches, but also to avoid being detected along the way.

In the end, in order to save my life, I only selectively told some things that happened underground in Xiangxi.

I know that these things may be inconsequential information to the leader of the men in black, but only in this way will he not dare to act rashly against me.

Anyway, now that the Xiangxi Mountains have completely collapsed, those who know what really happened inside are the only ones left except for themselves, who disappeared.

The voice of the leader of the men in black revealed inexplicable strange movements on the other end of the phone, and his tone was very steady.

When he heard that he had drunk the potion that the little devil had developed and successfully mutated, the tone of his voice finally had a hint of emotion.

When he tried to continue listening to me, I kept silent, signaling that he should also tell me something about the secret events behind the photographs and decades ago.

Only in this way can it be regarded as true exchange and fairness.

He hesitated for a moment, and then the sound of his voice made me freeze in place for a moment.

"In the deep mountains of Xiangxi, have you ever encountered a twin monster, in fact, those two girls were very pitiful when they were alive, and they were inhumane and then stitched up by the little devil."

"I think you can get out of there alive, and you must be interested in the background of those two girls at this moment."

I stood there speechless, and I always felt that the words of the leader of the men in black seemed to be like a steel knife that had been planned for a long time, stabbing into my deepest chest.

He's right.

Since escaping from the mountains of Xiangxi, I have never forgotten the twin girls who were kind to me, plus the photo with my own appearance.

I even dreamed about it every night.

I always felt that those two girls were vaguely inextricably linked to me, but the content of that photo must have been at least decades old.

Could it be that a few decades ago, in that turbulent era, there was a person who looked exactly like himself who lived in this world?

My thoughts grew more and more confused, until the voice of the leader of the men in black rang from the other end of the phone, making the whole mystery even more confusing.

The sister of the twins is called "Zimiao", and the younger sister is called "Ziman".

There was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone, and I stood there and remembered what the man in black had just said.

"Zi Miao, Zi Man."

These two names sound so beautiful that only cultured intellectual families could come up with them a few decades ago, but I am convinced that this is the first time I have heard them.

Other than that, there is no intersection with these two twin monsters.

But my sister's behavior is very abnormal, as if she knew me decades ago.

All the men in black on the train quickly transported the wooden boxes full of corpses to the last carriage, and blood flowed everywhere.

The man in black on the other end of the phone suddenly stopped moving, followed by many noisy noises, and even strange screams could be heard faintly.

Until the phone was inexplicably hung up, I stood coldly in place and was a little overwhelmed, and suddenly a palm stretched out behind me and covered my eyes with a black cloth.

I know that this time I may really be unable to escape, and I don't know what I am about to face, when a person can't even control his own life and death, this is probably the saddest thing.

It wasn't until I smelled the strong smell of blood on the tip of my nose that I realized that they must have put me in the same box as the corpses.

His head was covered with strips of black cloth, his hands and feet were bound by ropes, and a deep sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart, and the mysterious letter was still hidden in his chest.

I leaned against the corpse in the corner of the carriage, trying to get myself to my senses, trying to break free of the rope that was tied to my body with one hand, but I didn't expect this situation to be broken quickly.

The train started little by little with a roar, and then it made a loud noise as if it had suddenly hit something.

The sound was as harsh as a traffic accident on the highway.

The men in black burst in, and I had a premonition that things had taken a turn for the better, and then the strip of cloth that had been blindfolded was torn off.

I was stunned by what I saw.

The carriage full of wooden boxes was smashed into a huge depression by the violent impact of something, but by his own guess, this should be at the foot of the mountains in Shaanxi.

Could it be that the rocks on the mountain collapsed and smashed the train.

This 1 in 10,000 chance of letting myself run into it, obviously God is deliberately helping me.

When the train could not start, these men in black resolutely decided to abandon the corpses in the carriage and remove all traces left here.

Unexpectedly, just as they were about to escort me out of the carriage, there was an even more violent shaking under my feet, and huge stones rolled down the mountain.

It was at this moment that I finally realized what had happened to me.

Shaanxi's terrain and valleys have been earthquake-prone areas from ancient times to the present, and at this time I should have encountered the most violent earthquake in a lifetime.

It should still be three or four o'clock in the second half of the night, and the sky has not yet fully lit up, and the steep rocks above the train tracks suddenly and keep rolling down in the dim light.

Huge boulders crashed into the ground, blocking the rails completely, kicking up huge amounts of dust.

As if sensing something, the men in black hurriedly fled into the mountains with me, and even untied the rope that bound my arm.

You may think that I, a disabled person, can't make any waves at the moment.

I knew it was a once-in-a-lifetime escape opportunity.

If they take him back to the lair, he will never escape alive.

I secretly gritted my teeth and fought to the death, and when a man in black untied the rope on my feet, I vaguely felt like I had touched a stone blindfolded.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and smashed at the top of his head with all his strength, and this time if it were an ordinary person, his head would have blossomed.

I didn't expect the stone to tremble in my hand, and my mind went blank for a moment, could it be that the heads of this group of people were made of iron?

Then, when he unfastened the black cloth on his face, he saw the scene in front of him clearly.

It turned out that his blow just now actually hit the huge rock next to him, and his rash move also frightened all the black people.

I froze in place, at a loss for what to do, looking at the wild fruits that had fallen on the ground due to the earthquake, and I couldn't tell them that I wanted to smash a few walnuts for them to eat.

As we thought about it, there was a sudden loud noise behind us, and we were on a narrow road sandwiched between two mountains, and the dirt on the mountains had loosened a little since the last violent earthquake.

At this moment, an incomparably large stone rolled down from the top of the mountain and went straight to the crowd.