I hid behind the boulder, staring at the guy dumbfounded, and as he approached, I picked up the things I had moved, put them back without leaving a trace, and then evacuated to the back of the camp.

The camp was built against a huge tree, and I turned behind the tree, and I didn't dare to breathe.

"Who is this guy?"

When I saw him for the first time, I had a sense of déjà vu, a sense of déjà vu, an extremely strong sense of déjà vu.

So where the hell have you seen this guy? Is it in my store? Still is......

Soon he was back in front of the campfire, and there was a sound of pulling fabrics.

"He's changing his bandages?"

I held my breath and didn't dare to speak, so I leaned against the tree and turned my body slightly, but soon there was a coughing sound behind me, and then something was thrown over, it was a can, and it rolled twice under my feet and stopped.

I was stunned for a moment, and my heart went deep into my heart as if there were 10,000 grass and mud horses rushing by, thinking about where I was exposed?

Take a deep breath, pick up the can and walk out.

"How did you find me?"

He didn't speak, just plucked the dead branches and leaves on one side with his hand, and threw it into the bonfire, which slowly grew up.

"Who are you?" I asked again, then pulled open the can he had thrown at me, and continued to grab the beef out with my hands.

"I don't know who I am!" He raised his head and said suddenly, his voice unusually low, and he looked weak.

Shoved a lump of meat into his mouth, nodded, and gave him a thumbs up, "You're really a chatter." ”

"Hey, hey." He smiled, and he didn't know if it was a problem with his voice, the laughter was like a broken blower, "You don't know me, but I know you." ”

I was stunned for a moment, but I didn't know how to answer this.

But since it's an old acquaintance, I don't care so much, I just dragged his backpack from the ground, unzipped it and touched the rest of the water I drank, and filled half a bottle.

"Actually, I saw you a long time ago, and I saw you coming out of that wall." He looked at me, still smiling.

I didn't bother to pay attention to him and continued to eat the canned food, what this guy said was so jumpy.

"I'll follow you all the way until you find here."

"Uh-huh!"

As I ate, I didn't say a word until the guy said a word.

"You're still so fond of meat, old dog."

His voice was neither yin nor yang, low and terrible, why did I think he called me husband when I heard it, and I was so scared that I vomited out all my meat. Then he wiped his mouth for a long time before he came to his senses.

Old dogs? Who is it? This guy has recognized the wrong person! Or is he having a watt in his head?

"You are?" I asked the question again, but quickly changed my tune, "You know me?" ”

"Well, I remember you, after all these years, you probably didn't think I'm still alive, right?"

"Wait!" I held out a hand, "You don't even remember yourself, how can you remember me?" ”

"Me?" He paused for a moment and said with a wry smile: "I don't know why, my memory about myself is decreasing every moment, so I can only keep jotting down my information in my notebook." ”

I turned my head to look at the notebook on the stone, where there was a pen and a bottle of ink.

"Why do I have fewer memories?"

He shook his head.

I was slightly stunned, "And how long have you been here?" ”

"How long?" He unscrewed a portable kettle and poured a sip of water, "Do you think you can count time in this hellish place?" ”

What the? What does this mean?

My heart twisted, and I suddenly remembered the time change on my mobile phone, and instantly had an epiphany, time will not flow here, although this is not the underworld, but it is not a normal world, to be exact, this is an independent space.

Slowly put away his surprised expression, began to regain his composure, and watched him continue the topic, "Your amnesia is related to this place?" ”

But he didn't take over my topic, and said to himself: "Old dog, are you here to find me?" ”

I looked at him and thought to myself that this guy definitely knew the secrets of this place, he had been here for a long time, and if I could get something out of his mouth, Yasung could find his way out. So in line with the truth of hypocrisy and wrongdoing, he decided that whether he recognized the wrong person or not, he would accompany him to finish the play, and replied to him: "Yes!" ”

"How did you get in?" He looked at me with some emotion.

When he asked, I was confused, I didn't know how to answer this sentence, obviously this kind of conversation is too jumpy, it contains too much information, only people who know each other can continue to talk.

"Just as you think." I gave him a look you know, and then said, "But the question now is, where is the exit?" ”

After thinking about it, I felt that it was safest to answer like this.

"Exit! Outlet? He was stunned, paused for a long time, and then continued: "I seem to have found the exit, but I still can't get out without the key." But now that you're in, you've got the key, and we can finally get out of this damn mountain. ”

He said, then brushed away his unkempt hair and reached out for me.

"By the way, you really don't recognize me? Looks like I've been here for too long! Old dogs. ”

Between the words, it was the first time I could see him up close.

A middle-aged man with a straight face, a large and thin face, a large and broad forehead, and a large and straight nose.

In an instant, not long ago on the river beach, that strange and terrifying memory completely poured in.

Countless corpses hanging from wooden poles, countless frightened and twisted faces.

"Damn, it's you!"