What followed was a long academic discussion, where the fat man was chatting happily, and I was not interested in these things at all, but it was not good to walk away, so I sat next to them in a daze and pretended to listen to their discussion.

It must have been completely dark, and the canopy of trees in the forest obscured the sky. I can't tell what color the sky is, anyway, I can't see people's faces clearly in the forest.

We decided to camp here, cleaned our muddy clothes, and went into the tent, ignoring the people who were still discussing. Cowering in my sleeping bag, my head began to recall the past few days, and the only thing I felt now was dazed.

A week ago, I was sitting in the office as a small clerk, and now I am in this situation. I have my purpose, or to put it bluntly, what prompted me to be here.

Is it the story that the fat man told me that is close to the plot of a movie novel? In the twenty-three years since the beginning of my life, I have not once felt that I, even my family, would not be an ordinary person, and I could say that I did not know my parents at all. The knowledge of them only exists in the mouths of others. They died many years ago, probably less than a year after I was born. Although I experienced some things many years ago that I still can't believe, I still feel that they should be ordinary people.

My brother, in my memory, is he an ordinary person? In the twenty years I've been with him, I seem to have seen countless of him, and perhaps that's a bit of a misappropriation. Since I can remember, and after that incident, I have seen his rickety body countless times, and this rickety is not the physical rickety on the intuitive level. Rather, it was like some invisible boulder pressing down on his spirit.

I could feel the exhaustion that was all the way through his body. But I still like to believe that this is nothing more than the misery of his family and the pain of circumstances that he should not have faced at his age.

As for me, there are some things that I am not willing to mention, one of which is my family problems, as I said above, the family is unfortunate, and I grew up in childhood in the spurning and abuse of relatives.

We were scolded as oil bottles, scolded as mourners, in fact, those words did not cause any harm to me at that time and even later, I was not happy, but the good thing is that I was not unhappy, and the days of my childhood foster care were just like that. It may be a bad memory for some people who have a happy family life.

I ignored the vicious words that came at me, and the punches and kicks that were thrown at me frantically, and now it seemed like they should be an escape. Ignore it or run away, at least I'm alive until now, and I still have a very good and even comfortable life not long ago.

My brother is supposed to be the opposite of me, when did he become silent? I can probably remember after that incident, and I have recalled the beginning and end of the incident countless times. I can't even remember a single clip or a single picture.

I have a young man who is now a psychiatrist, he said that I have a psychological problem, I have forgotten the specific name, and he said that this loss of a certain memory is not a symptom such as amnesia, but a subconscious active loss of a piece of content. Putting this word on the computer is equivalent to deleting, and he said a lot of things that I didn't understand, but in short, the content of that memory may have caused me trauma or something, and I can't actively recall it.

My absolute confirmation of that is that I don't know what happened after that, but to put it simply, if one day you are walking on your way home from work, and your consciousness is lost for a moment, the next day is already the next day, and the place is already where you worked.

It seems like a story with only antecedents and consequences, but in fact, what I experienced had no antecedents, no process, and no consequences. It's like a reel of film that is being played, cutting out a piece of it from the middle that makes people feel abrupt. But I still stick to the same character I've always had and choose to ignore it.

After that, we escaped from the clutches. The word "devil's claw" is the day we left, my brother took me to the KFC where I used to stop, and I was eating a burger, and he was holding a Coke and saying the same thing that I still remember.

"Cheers to our freedom, toast to our escape."

I don't know what kind of mood he was in at the time, but I could see that he was relieved, but in fact, I later learned that the "claws" of this act were not so simple.

Since then, our lives have been as usual, and I have paid little attention to him. He also seemed to be getting farther and farther away from me on some level, and every time we saw each other, he seemed to wear a different mask. He seemed to be playing a different person every day, and I never saw him wearing the mask that belonged to him so many years ago.

The fat man, in the past few days I have been with him, I can see that he is a somewhat unruly person. But from his body, I can still smell something that he wants to deliberately hide, this person is not simple. Whether his real purpose was really to come to my brother, and the story he described to me, the organization behind him. It's that my understanding of the world is still too shallow, or that I'm lonely.

If that's true, then I'm stuck in a deliberate puzzle right now. I like to read novels about conspiracy theories, so for a while I was a little nervous about the things around me. I love to wander through the bizarre and psychedelic worlds created by writers. But if one day, God asks me to put me in the position of the protagonist to experience what the protagonist has experienced, then I will definitely say no, and most likely will follow up, "you". ”

The fat man said about his brother's experience, I think I know less about him, if he hadn't died in the mountains, I really wanted to catch him and ask him what he had experienced.

I hope that what the fat man said is true, and I dare not imagine what my situation would be when his purpose was not pure.

The noise outside the tent interrupted my thoughts, and at first I thought they were arguing over the study of the stone statues. I wanted to sleep with my head covered, but I was exhausted from the long journey these days. The short break made me not want to stand up again, but after ten minutes I felt that something was slightly wrong.

After I entered the tent, they were discussing it in a large group tent that could accommodate five or six people, and the direction of the sound was in the left front of my tent, and I noticed that something was wrong, and now the direction of the sound was not from that side or from any single direction.

The sound was lingering in the surrounding woods of the clearing where we had camped, and I listened carefully to hear it clearly. It's calling the names of two people,

"Lin Yang, Lin Yang...... Xu Qing, Xu Qing ......"

Lin Yang and Xu Qing were members of the expedition team, and when I walked out of the tent, there was no one in the camp. In the woods around the camp, the lights of the flashlights flickered and scattered everywhere, and I couldn't hear how far the sound was, but I could roughly tell by the light of the flashlights that it was thirty or forty meters away in the woods.

I could see four or five flashlights scattered in all directions of the forest, and I was puzzled, "Lost people?" I muttered to myself.

Shouted a few fat people, but there was no response. The dim lights around the camp didn't illuminate much of a distance, and I was really a little weak-hearted, so I gritted my teeth and found a flashlight and touched towards a light.

Human beings have a congenital fear of darkness, I have never been to this kind of place at night, I really didn't expect this primeval forest far from the light pollution of the city to be so dark, turning off the flashlight can be a metaphor for not being able to reach out and not see five fingers. In fact, we have all made a mistake, and the darkness protects us more than it can do us. Most of the fear is actually people's fear and imagination of the unknown.

During the day, it was Laba who opened the road in front, and I followed the people in front of me, and I didn't have to pay too much attention to the road under my feet, the road was actually very easy to walk.