Sure enough, I found a group of travelers on Mina's social software, and from this month's chat history, I got a message, which is very important!

That is, a month ago, there were indeed people in this group who organized mountain climbing, and Mina was involved, and I was involved.

There were fourteen people in total.

In the group, there are also photos.

And of these fourteen people, I have met five of them besides me. Mina, the fake owner of the tavern, the fake waiter, and the body of the man Ye Tianze showed me for the first time.

"It'...... my heartbeat and breathing rate, at this moment, almost reached the peak of human beings.

My mind was a mess.

So, those corpses are actually the hikers who participated in the mountain climbing with me and Mina? And they, after returning from mountaineering, died collectively in the old western-style buildings on the outskirts of the city, and then, one after another appeared in this world, looking exactly like them, but not their people.

So......

I looked at myself in the photo.

What am I?

Obviously, the thirteen bodies that were found before did not have me, and if they were, the rest of the police force would not have faced me so calmly. If you dry the corpse, the time of death is too long, and it is obviously not the right time. I tried to comfort myself as much as I could that I was alive and not a monster.

But somehow, the more I thought about it, the more comforted I felt, the more I felt that my heart was cold, and I didn't even know if it was really beating.

This feeling suffocates me.

I desperately thought about that place, Moshan, and I wanted to know what had happened to us a month ago, with these fellow travelers, me and Mina!

The night is getting deeper and deeper.

I hid in the bridge near the river in the park for a night, and I didn't know if I had fallen asleep that night, and when I woke up in a daze, I only felt that my right hand was itchy, the same hand that broke the glass yesterday. Turning my head, I was startled, my whole hand was crawling with dense black, sesame seed-sized insects, and I quickly shook my hand to drive them away.

The hand was not bitten, but the wound from last night left only shallow marks, and it seemed that the flesh had not been broken at all.

Of course, at this time, I didn't care about these things at all, my mind was all on Moshan.

I'm planning to go to Moshan and I'll leave today.

It's just that now I am the identity of a criminal suspect, and all kinds of documents cannot be used, and the only way to go to Moshan is to go there. This is obviously unrealistic, and it also requires passing levels. The last thing I came up with was to hire a car, hide in the trunk myself, and then lay a foam box on top of my body with some other goods in it.

It took about four to five hours to drive to Moshan, and when I got off the bus, I was stiff and unable to move in addition to the strong smell of seafood.

"I said, Brother Zuo, what have you done to suffer such a great crime? If you want me to say, you just surrendered, after all, you also ......" The driver got out of the car, his name is Cheng Haidong, he once made a mistake, but he made meritorious service for me to correct the mastermind, and when he was retaliated against by the mastermind's accomplices, he was rescued by me, and since then there has been a friendship.

"I didn't commit a crime."

"Yes, I don't advise you, your life is also saved by you, no matter what you do, I should help you. You can hide here now. Brother Zuo, I didn't know you were coming before, but now it's okay, it just so happens that I have relatives in this village. ”

This surprised me.

There is a small village at the foot of Moshan Mountain, which originally had no name, but the people of Bincheng used to call it Mocun.

It is located in the middle of nowhere, and it seems that there are only a dozen families in total, but I didn't expect Cheng Haidong's relatives to live here. When I contacted Cheng Haidong today, it was already afternoon, and when I got here, it was almost evening, although I was anxious to go up the mountain, but now in this state, I fainted on the mountain road, and all my efforts were wasted.

So, I agreed to Cheng Haidong's proposal, took a day off, and then exchanged some food and water for the villagers, and then made plans to go up the mountain.

On the way, Cheng Haidong introduced to me that one of his cousins who lived here had some congenital problems in her brain and low intelligence, so she married into this village. And when I arrived at Cheng Haidong's cousin's house, I found that this family looked a little familiar, as if I had been here before.

And as it turns out, I should have actually been there.

The little boy at the door first recognized Cheng Haidong and called him uncle, and then he showed a puzzled look at me, thought for a moment, and blurted out: "Uncle, are you here again?" ”

"Huh? Brother Zuo, have you been here? Cheng Haidong looked at me suspiciously.

Thinking of the memory of my fault a month ago, I thought that this kid should not be mistaken.

"Perhaps."

Then he introduced his cousin, brother-in-law, but apparently, the two of them also knew me. But unlike that child, they looked at me with a little fear in their eyes. Send me here, because it was too late, so Cheng Haidong also stayed this night.

I wanted to ask the couple what happened the last time I was here.

But this couple seems to have a memory gap like me, and they never mention it, even Cheng Haidong's cousin, who is called born with a crippled intelligence, keeps her mouth very strict.

Why is that?

It's hard for adults to find a breakthrough, so I set my sights on children.

At about eight o'clock in the evening, the child was holding a candle and squatting in the corner of the yard, as if playing with something.

So I walked over and said, "Kid, what are you playing?" ”

"Huh? Uncle, you're here! ”

I smiled and crouched beside him, and in the light of the candle flames, I saw what appeared to be a pile of black dirt in front of the boy, about the size of a fist.

"Well, little friend, my uncle has some questions for you, can you answer what you know seriously to your uncle? You can't lie to your uncle. ”

"Huh? Does Uncle have another question? All right! ”

Again?

I was curious about the word, so I asked, "I asked you a question before?" ”

The boy nodded, continuing to illuminate the handful of "black soil" with a candle, while nodding slightly: "Yes! ”

"And what did I ask you?"

The boy looked up and thought for a moment, "Uncle asked me last time, do you know what the nature of worms is...... Yes, this is it! ”

I don't remember ever asking my child that question.

"And how do you answer?"

"I said, I don't know, but my uncle gave me the answer."

"Me?"

The boy nodded heavily, and then said word by word: "Uncle said that the nature of insects is loyalty. ”

As soon as the words fell, the candle in the boy's hand fell to the ground, and the light completely illuminated the small handful of "soil", which was not soil at all, but a pile of corpses of black ants.