On June 19, 1995, on the eve of the college entrance examination, a night of heavy rain with thunder and lightning, on Nanming Road in the suburbs.

A few minutes ago, I had just killed a man who was the dean of our school.

Before I could turn myself in to Officer Huanghai, I had to go somewhere. I threw the body on the side of the road and stumbled forward. I knew the terrain by heart, the walls near the factory were crumbling, and several houses were sleeping in the rain, like the graves of their descendants that no one cared about. Walk around the largest factory building, which has a small exposed door at the back.

The students call this place the "Witch Zone".

He took out the beaded chain from his pocket and held it tightly in the palm of his hand, not caring if it was stained with blood. Lighting a match that had not been damp to light up the rotting air, all you saw was a large pile of tattered and rusty machines. I looked anxiously out of the doorway, the sky was torn open by lightning, and the moment my pupils were stinging, it turned into infinite black again, leaving only a dull rain like a frying pan.

Why hasn't she come yet?

Inside the factory, there is a staircase leading to the ground next to the mottled wall.

Cry.

The cries, if there were any, were like a gossamer, in the damp and moldy air on a rainy night, crawling through countless bends, climbing over many hillsides, through the dense bushes, and creeping into the gaps in the eardrums.

With blood on my hands, every step was so difficult, trembling against the wall, facing the staircase, like a broken hole, straight to the center of Verne.

Thunder shook.

Hit the steps heavily with your left foot.

On June 19, 1995, at 9:59 p.m., a cry turned into a soft but tough noose, dragging me down the deep tunnel around my neck.

The hatch was open.

Witch Zone......

The strange sound came from underground, and I lit a match to illuminate the hatch at the end of the passage. In my dreams, this hatch always appears in the form of a tombstone.

There is a circular rotating handle outside the hatch, and as long as you turn it down hard, you can firmly seal the whole door.

Why is it open?

The flames danced wildly, and my shadow was cast on the mottled wall, like a petroglyph from 10,000 years ago, along with the shadow of the black veil on my arm.

Every time I walked into the hatch of the witch's quarter, the air was as wet as a quilt that couldn't be dried in Huangmeitian, and water would seep out of my skin.

A disgusting smell rushed to his face, and the match was only a few meters away before it was blown out by the wind again.

I remember that the last action in this life was to turn around.

My heart was full of remorse, like the frustration of people who jump off a building on impulse, in the helpless fall.

It hurts, there is a pain in my back, some kind of metal in my body.

The world is spinning.

His eyes widened in the darkness, and he felt like he was lying on the cold ground, his chest and cheeks pressed against the dirty water. Blood gushed from my back, my fingers trembled only a few times, and I couldn't move even an inch anymore, and my lips tasted a salty fishy smell - it was my own blood, which was flowing everywhere with impunity.

There was a chaotic sound of footsteps in my ears, and I opened my eyes, but I couldn't see even a glimmer of light.

Time is gone, like seconds, like decades. The world is silent, there is no sense of smell, the lips no longer belong to themselves, even the body floats, the pain in the heart is gone, I don't know when and where I am.

Murderers, pay for their lives.

It's just that this kind of punishment will inevitably come too soon.

June 19, 1995, 10:01

I'm dead.

At the last second of my life, I believe that there will be no more afterlife.