It was an extremely sloppy and even dog's paw handwriting, and I read it for a long time to understand, and in the end, I don't know why the person who wrote the whole "weird text" would end up with such a text.

"Mountain...... In assimilating us. ”

It's hard to read, but it's exactly those six words that are written.

I watched it back and forth several times.

How to say it, it can be said that it can be written like a high school student copying homework, the kind of font that feels like he is not enough time to hand in his homework, and desperately draws nonsense.

Wait a minute......

Short on time?

I myself was taken aback by this kind of thinking, but if I pushed it back, it was really possible.

Like ...... It's like something someone wrote after a brief break from their shackles, similar to the death message at the scene of a murder.

Is the author of this diary trying to convey something?

"The mountains are assimilating us." I read it and opened my mouth to read it.

Mountain? What mountain? Assimilate us? Is it referring to turning into a mountain?

Turning into a mountain?

Suddenly I remembered what my grandfather had said to me.

"Mountain...... in making us a part of it. ”

In an instant, my scalp exploded, and I felt a cold current running through my spine.

The owner of this diary is someone who has spent time in the mountains of southern Gansu?

My brain was a little wooden, and I started to get dizzy, but my subconscious told me that there must be something else in this place, and I started to pull open the drawer of the table left and right.

One, two, three, middle, empty...... It's all empty.

Here, as above, this table has been tidied up, there is nothing, nothing left.

But why did you leave this weird diary after sorting it out? It was just sitting on the table, as if it was waiting for someone to arrive.

Absolutely, there is absolutely anything left behind......

Taking a deep breath, I composure, and then, bending down to continue opening the bottom drawer, I had to look here for any clues.

Sure enough, on the fourth floor, when I exerted my strength, I suddenly felt that the drawer on that floor was locked.

Locked? I felt a burst of joy in my heart, this is not a bad thing, and the fact that it can be locked shows that there is something more important in it.

He couldn't do that much at once, first turned the table upside down, and then slammed the stool at the bottom of the drawer. I don't know what age this desk was purchased, it's not very reliable at all, and it cracks open after a few smashes.

Then I turned on my flashlight and looked into the crack, and as soon as the light shone on, I screamed, and the drawer was full of things.

Holding the flashlight in his mouth and putting his hands together, I dismantled the bottom of the table in a short time, and pages of yellowed manuscript paper appeared in my sight.

I took out the manuscript paper, blew off the dust on my face, and saw that there were several tree icons and a red star on it, as well as a few vigorous and powerful characters written on the "Forestry Technology Series Standards", which was really the people of the forest farm back then.

Further down is what is "Afforestation Quality Management" and "Seedling Reserve Plan", and then I flipped through and read a lot of formal and informal forestry documents. I ended up eating a nose of ash, and I didn't find anything.

But I don't believe in evil, and I think that all the drawers in this place have been emptied, and only this drawer has so many materials left and locked, could it be that there is nothing in it? There can be no perfect law in the world, everything that exists must have all the truth, and this drawer cannot be the only one.

Pulled out his flashlight, spat on it, changed the pipe, and continued to pick it up.

This drawer is very large, very deep, and obviously a nerd drawer, and the more I turn to the "bottom", which is actually the "top" of the drawer, the more daily necessities there are, what old-fashioned glasses, pocket watches, enamel cups and a few food stamps.

And finally when I felt completely useless, a silver box appeared in my sight.

I was almost ecstatic to get him out, it was an aluminum box that my mother-in-law would only use in her days, it had a hinge on one side and a rectangular buckle on the other, which was generally used by the older generation to hold jewelry or valuable items at home.

Grabbing that thing, I sat on the ground regardless of whether it was dirty or not. After the tense nerves relaxed, my thighs twitched instantly, and I had been standing for too long, and it was uncomfortable to be sore.

On the other hand, I knew that this must be what I wanted, and this box must have been prepared for me, it should have been placed on the top of the drawer, and it was placed there, as if it had been placed on purpose, waiting for me, and I could see it as soon as I opened the drawer.

Holding the box, I put down the flashlight, I gasped, a little tired, it was dark all around, and it was so quiet that I stopped my movements as if I could hear my heart beating.

After about two minutes, I thought I had rested enough, or maybe the cold temperatures around me.

Trembling, he opened the box.

With a "snap", even after so many years, the lock of this aluminum box still slides open easily.

At this time, the flashlight was still on the ground, and the light could not be diffused, and the huge shadow of my body blocked the light inside the box, but I could vaguely see that there was a notebook inside, and a small thing.

What will it be? With doubts, I picked up the flashlight and saw the things inside the box.

It was a middle-finger-length bronze object.

I picked it up, turned it around, and it was actually a human-faced fish.

Its face occupies one-third of its size, its cheeks are sunken, its facial features are obvious, and the strange thing is that a pair of eyes are bulging outward, and the person who looks at it is very uncomfortable. Beneath the face of the man was a fish, carved with criss-crossed lines, and although the grooves had been covered with fine white lime-like dirt over time, it could be seen that it was a fish scale of fine workmanship.

"Human-faced fish?"

I suddenly thought of the human-faced fish that came out of Korea a few years ago, a cross between mandarin fish and carp.

It wasn't just the human face, I was still looking at the thing, until I turned the bronze human-faced fish on the side, and I saw that above the belly of the fish, there were sections of knots.

This is? It's the same thing as the one on my golden key, the transparent white cocoon.

Human face, fish body, silkworm belly? I was completely stunned at this moment, and I couldn't think of anything that could connect these three things.

Anyway, for now, I'm at least sure that this thing has something to do with the key in my hand.

Putting away the human-faced silkworm belly, my eyes began to look at the other thing in the box, which was also a diary.