Looking at the blind man in front of me, I didn't think he was lying, or alarmist. It's hard for me to explain why I have an inexplicable trust in this unfamiliar blind man, who I always feel is a person who can be trusted.

"Why, why don't the three of them die, and this matter won't really end?" I was so puzzled that I even began to wonder if I had been thinking wrong all along. Could it be that Lao Wang and the three of them are the protagonists?

Life and death are a reincarnation, life is not the beginning, and death is not the end. As I talked to the blind man, I kept thinking about the three of them coming back from the dead.

I have begun to believe that Lao Wang, Zhang Momo, and Ning Xiaomei, the death of the three of them is definitely not an ordinary death, and it must contain a deeper meaning.

"Don't ask, I can't answer ......"

"I'll give you some medicine, treat the wound first, and stop the bleeding." I listened to the blind man's native accent that made me feel familiar, and my heart was even more uncomfortable, and I had to treat the blind man's wounds again.

"That's it...... That's good...... "The blind man's gray eyes seemed to flicker, his face was very pale, without a trace of blood, and his emaciated face was like a knife and an axe, which made people feel old-fashioned and cold, he slowly shook his head, and leaned his whole body against the stone behind him: "That's it......"

"You're going to die!" I accentuated my tone, for I could see that the wound of the blind man was bleeding continuously, and according to this flow, if not the vital one, the bleeding alone could lead to death.

"It's not a bad thing to die...... the corners of the blind man's mouth twitched: "I often have dreams, nightmares, I have killed people, and I have no grievances with people, just because they are untying the knot of this matter, so they must die." I don't want to kill anymore, I kill too much, and I dream about it every day...... I dreamed that those people were standing in front of me in blood, and they came to ask for their lives......"

When the blind man said this, it dawned on me. The blind people of today may feel the same way as the blind children of the past.

In the first two times I organized the team, Lao Wang and the three of them died, all of them were man-made, and it was Blind San'er who was responsible for killing people, Blind San'er was a person with a conscience, he didn't want to kill people, but Lu Fangding was kind to him, which made Blind San'er in a dilemma.

He didn't want to kill anyone, and he didn't want to live up to Lu Fangding, so he chose death. When you die, you will be truly liberated and have no guilt.

After the blind San'er dies, the task of killing people may fall to the blind man. The situation faced by the blind man is the same as that of the blind San'er, no matter how old-fashioned and cold he is on the surface, he is still a flesh-and-blood person.

"I'm dead, just find a place to bury me, I don't pay attention to those, if you can still see the top master in the future, just talk to him, whether I pay off this account or not, in short...... Can't afford to pay it back......" The blind man closed his eyes, his lips opening and closing slightly, as if he was muttering something, but the voice was too low for me to hear clearly.

I didn't ask him again, I didn't ask him if Lu Fangding sent him to kill people, and I didn't ask him where the bodies of Lao Wang and the three of them were taken. Because things have come to this point, I finally understand a truth. At least in this big event, there are some situations that cannot be controlled by me, what I hope will happen, will not happen, what I don't want to happen, but I can't avoid it.

"You...... Do you smoke? I took out a cigarette from my body, thought about it for a while, and remembered that there seemed to be a bottle of two taels in my backpack: "I may still have wine, do you want to drink a little ......?"

The blind man did not answer me, but remained in that position, leaning against the stone behind him. His body was no longer straight, his head was leaning limply against the stone, his lips were still opening and closing slightly, and I leaned a little closer and put my ears over to hear what he was saying.

I heard the blind man singing, a very old song, which was popular in the streets more than 20 years ago, and now it sounds like dirt. The blind man sang this song softly, and it was possible that only when he sang could the blind man remember that he was also a person with a past.

I didn't bother him anymore, just sat next to him and listened to him sing. The blind man may sing two sentences over and over again, and his voice will get lower and lower. I lowered my head, I don't know how long it took, and I felt that the blind man's singing had completely disappeared.

When I looked up again, the blind man didn't move. In just over half an hour, I felt like he had drained all the blood all over his body.

In fact, I don't know much about the blind man, and I don't know much about him. But the blind man brought me a feeling of sadness for a rabbit and a fox. My heart was filled with desolation, but when I looked at the blind man's face again, I saw that there seemed to be a smile on the corner of his mouth.

A smile that had frozen at the corners of his mouth was very relaxed, like a person who was extremely tired and suddenly returned to a place that he missed so much, where he didn't have to do anything, he was at ease, and he didn't have to worry about any harm anymore. It's a relief, the ultimate liberation.

This may be the third time in my life that I feel that death is not so terrible, on the contrary, for some people, it is happier to die than to live.

I pulled the small bottle of wine out of my backpack, opened it, and held it up to the blind man's corpse, and I thought I should toast him.

I found a place nearby, put the blind man's body in it, and blocked the hole with a stone. Man is dead and cannot be resurrected, and the blind may not be willing to rise from the dead. It is a good thing for the deceased to be able to sleep in such a quiet place.

After placing the blind man's corpse, I didn't chase after the few people who took away the corpses of Zhang Momo and Ning Kitten, and I couldn't catch up. I followed the path I had come, and with great difficulty, climbed back to the edge of the rift.

When he returned to the camp, Kampot was awake and was sitting next to the tent, boiling water on a stove. When something like this happens, I don't know how to explain it to Kampot.

"Kampot, give me one of your cigarettes, it's very powerful."

Kampot took out the tobacco, rolled two cigarettes, and handed me one, and we both smoked cigarettes, and neither of us spoke. When I was about to finish a cigarette, I said to him, "Kampot, your task is complete, from now on, our employment relationship is terminated, and you can leave." ”

"I can't go." Kampot shook his head: "I took your money, and I will be responsible for it to the end." ”

"I let you go, you don't have to worry about not going."

"I won't be bothered about money, I just can't pass this level in my heart, each of us should have a spirit of contract."

"Our team is probably the weirdest you've ever seen."

"I don't care about any of that, either." Kampot shook his head again: "I don't want to get involved in something related to human life, but the matter is really going to come to the door, and I won't hide." ”

There are only two people left in the team, me and Kampot, and the next thing to do is to walk the remaining eight kilometers of unfinished road again, and find as many clues as possible.

The next day, when Kampot and I set off, my emotions seemed to calm down. This kind of calm, even I can't imagine myself. However, after walking for a while, I realized that I had not forgotten, but some emotions had been inextricably integrated into every drop of my flesh and blood.

Actually, I still didn't have much hope, but I got to the point where I had to do everything I had to do. From nine o'clock in the morning until nightfall, Kampot and I walked more than once within a radius of several kilometers, and as I had a hunch, the gods of fate did not favor me, and the time of the day was wasted.

The two of us went back to the camp, and if Lao Wang and Zhang Momo were both there, we might have tried to make those camping foods more palatable, but they were gone, and I didn't have any appetite, I just felt indescribably tired, and bent down to lie down in the tent for a while.

Before I could get into the tent, Gombla gave me a hand, his eyes squinting slightly, and he glanced around.

"Do you feel that there is something wrong with the camp?"

"What's wrong?" I was just thinking about taking a break first, but as soon as Kampot said that, I turned around again.

The footsteps moved so gently that I suddenly heard a thud, and immediately after, my ankles suddenly tightened, as if they were entangled in rope or something.

Before I could react, there was a huge force at the end of the rope that bound my ankles, and this force immediately tore me to the ground.

My whole body was dragged on the ground by ropes, and Kampot flashed, flipped between my feet, and waved the knife in his hand. His butterfly knife was sharp, and his movements were steady and accurate, but the rope was too strong for a single knife to cut. Kampot rolled on the ground a few times and cut twice before the rope was cut.

In less than a minute, I was already discouraged, Kampot pulled me up, and I saw that his face was a little ugly.

"Find a way to go first." I glanced around as I untied the rope from my ankle.

"Now we can't leave, people have found our camp, and a net has been laid here, and as long as we come back, we are doomed to not be able to escape."

In an instant, I felt that my head was as big as a bucket, and in such a desolate place, no one would come for a hundred years. Most of the blind men will not go and return, so who will be the people who set up an ambush in the camp?