15 years ago......

No, in fact, the time goes back much further, and a huge net has been spread out in the shadows.

From the time my grandfather came into contact with the key, then my father, then Du Chen, and then Li Jun.

In the mountains of southern Gansu, under the slopes of the river, somewhere in Poyang, these clues float in a silver-white net, as if waiting for a line that can connect them.

"Can't wait, I have to do something." I told myself.

It was 12 noon, and unexpectedly the sky was dark, dark clouds rolling, lightning and thunder.

As I walked out of the store, I sniffed the stuffy asphalt in the air, and it looked like it was going to rain heavily!

Hurried to the car, caught fire, and prepared to drive to the side of the river.

Things have developed to this point, it is useless to blindly avoid and wait, the disappearance of my father and the death of Du Chen, Li Jun's fate says everything, this is a curse, if you don't unravel it, the end will only be death.

I pressed my temple, and I couldn't help but think of the last words he left for me.

"That's the place, you have to ......"

Do I have to? I guess what must be? Do I have to continue to investigate according to the train of thought before Li Jun's accident?

Damn, driving the car, I had a lot of things on my mind along the way.

Is Du Chen really the sender in Poyang? Or is he just a transit? And after so many years, who is receiving the courier sent by Du Chen in that non-existent address?

And is the disappearance of my father really related to the death of my grandfather? Something to do with this key?

People are like this, divergent thinking can't be stopped.

But no matter what, Li Jun said that place before he died, I had to go.

Along Yongchang Avenue turned into Bailian Road, and after a while, I went up to Jianchang Avenue in the direction of Jiangpo.

At half past 12 noon, it was terriblely dark, as if it had fallen into the night in an instant. Then the bean-sized raindrops crackled on the windows, and the torrential rain fell from the sky.

I threw away the cigarette butt in my mouth, cursed the damn thief, and lit another one, but there was no way that the summer weather in Jiangxi was like this, and the mother-in-law's face turned faster than that.

At 1 o'clock, the rainstorm was still falling, like the opening of the mythical Tianmen Cave. Dark clouds rolled at the tip of the line of sight, and all sorts of lightning were compressed into the size of balls of light, flickering and bursting across the thick clouds.

The car couldn't drive fast, I turned on the emergency lights, and drove slowly on the road, this three-handed east wind inherited from my uncle, it seemed that I couldn't bear this kind of rain anymore, and the wiper was still blurry when I tossed back and forth.

At half past one, the alarm clock at the end of the lunch break on weekdays rang, I smoked one cigarette after another, and finally drove into Hudong Park.

After that, it keeps going along the path in the park.

Twenty minutes later, I arrived......

Coming out of the back of the park, on the left is the community where the last picture of my father was taken, and if you go straight to the cemetery, turn right and you will see a rusty sign.

The wind and rain struck the street signs, causing it to sway back and forth, swaying as if it were alive.

Gritted his teeth, and continued to turn around,

Behind the sign is a dirt path lined with overgrown grass and leafy cypress trees, as well as the occasional green brick and rubble house that can be seen between the grass and trees.

I killed the steering wheel and drove slowly inside, and what I saw in the depths were rows of old houses, and climbing vines and plants all around.

The vegetation is unpruned, and in this kind of suburb, where there are no high-rise buildings, there are long periods of sunlight every day, and the rate of growth is simply against the sky.

Further down is the site of the old project mentioned by my classmate, where after early excavation and foundation exploration, there is almost no original appearance from the early 90s, leaving only broken walls and ruined houses.

For more than two decades, the place seemed to be abandoned, and it was synonymous with dilapidated and decaying, like a silent hill perched on the border of Maine.

Sitting in the car, I quietly looked at the abandoned old town.

However, at this time, my thighs suddenly started to burn.

"Pok, what the hell?" I gasped and reached into my pocket.

The temperature was still rising, and soon I grabbed the source of the heat, grabbed it, and threw it out.

It arced in mid-air and landed in the passenger seat.

When I looked closely, I found that it was actually the key!

The golden key that kept in my pocket all the time.

Somehow, it began to glow with a silvery white light, as I had seen in a dream, and soon, the serpentine totem on the handle of the key began to swim like a living thing.

I was surprised, but then the rear of the car seemed to be pushed by something.

Naturally, he raised his head and wanted to look back, but before he could turn around, he was caught by what was in front of him.

Because I saw an unbelievable scene!

At this time, the ruins in front of me were gone, and in its place was an eight-story building.

That is...... The ...... "Historical" buildings that do not originally exist in this world, only in the archives.