"That's all there is to it tonight." Zhao Youyu took out the dagger again and wiped it back and forth in his hand, "We'll see if we can find any clues tomorrow morning, and strive to fight them as soon as possible." ”

Liang Cheng nodded silently, why would he be so eager to see those guys again, maybe this is what it feels like to be at home. By the light of the bonfire, Liang Cheng took out the worn-out book he had picked up in the tent, patted the dust on the book, and began to turn it over.

This is a diary, the beautiful handwriting on the book records the trivialities of life every day, and it can be seen that the owner of the diary is a girl. The earliest diary of the diary was in March of this year, and a large piece of thoughts was written under the diary, and then turned down, and the dozen or so pages in the middle of the diary were torn up, leaving a jagged jagged root. Further down the page is June, and then ends on June 25th.

June 25, two days ago. Although I was not in the habit of digging through other people's diaries, I read them out of curiosity about what happened two days ago.

June 25, fine.

It's my second day in the meadow and I'm running out of food. I don't have much to do other than talk to the rest of the group every day.

In the morning, I was scared to hear that two more people in the team were missing. This forest has always been a shadow in our hearts, but I have to face it every day.

I love singing, but I haven't had a chance to sing since I came here. We are like abandoned babies, struggling with fate.

It was noon, and I heard that there were snakes near the tent, and two men in the regiment attacked, and I heard the sound of weapons, and I heard that there was a system, and I ran away. The snake looked like a python, a very big one, and it was rumored that the two men who went missing had been eaten by the python.

I don't know when I'm going to die, and I don't want to.

Then the diary came to an abrupt end, and Liang Cheng began to flip forward with interest.

On June 24, it turned cloudy to thunderstorms.

When we came this morning, it felt like the weather was bad, and it looked like it was going to rain. Last night I heard that a girl had been kidnapped by the team, and that night I heard a loud bang, and it was said that a boy had sacrificed his life to save the woman and was injured. The whole regiment spread the news.

It was raining heavily at noon, so I stayed in my tent and inquired about last night in the morning, and the man didn't seem to have much to do, and the other kidnapper's man had already fled, would he come back and slaughter again? I can't think about it. Oh my! There was another weapon ring outside!

It was already night, and at noon the man came back, heard that he had been wounded, and fled again. Two men seem to have gone out to chase after them, and they haven't been able to come back yet. Heaven bless us well, and may you all be safe.

Liang Cheng continued to flip forward, turning to the day of the 20th.

June 20, fine.

Today is the last day of the trip! I'm so happy and excited! I wish I could forget about the thing that bothered me completely! When I come back from my trip, I must start a new life!

June 19, sunny.

It's a good day, I had a lot of fun, and I'm going to travel the day after tomorrow!

Liang Cheng began to scroll forward indiscriminately, and finally stopped where the page had been torn off.

The huge jagged pages were shockingly sandwiched between the diary, and the torn paper was crumpled and the handwriting was watery, the marks of the tear-wet paper. The content of the torn off sides is no longer known, and Liang Cheng can only start from the side that is wet with tears.

April 25, cloudy.

My life was completely messed up, and all that was left was the threatening phone calls that had been going on for a week on top of the stress of my daily work.

I really don't know who I've offended, I feel like I'm going crazy. Every day it was the man's voice, and he was going to harass me every day for a week! It's a whole week! Every day I beware of all kinds of taboos mentioned in threatening phone calls, don't go to the mall, don't drive, don't go to work, or I'll die! Who is he and why is he torturing me! I hate this life, why don't you let me die.

I've never killed anyone, I've always done my duty, why did God torture me like this?

It has been four days since the police were called, and the police have investigated the matter, and I hope it can be settled as soon as possible. I can't take it anymore.

April 27, rain.

Today, I received a notice from the police station that the prisoner has been found, and he has been detained by the police, telling me not to worry about it anymore. They found a photograph in the prisoner's home, and they showed it to me, it was a picture of a patient of mine several years ago, a little girl, who had been in my medical treatment all the time, and then she left one day, and I thought it was the patient's family who took her away, so I didn't care anymore, and I never saw her again. The others were recorded, and the statements were recorded, and there were no more.

My spirit was on the verge of a breakdown, and I wanted to go to the psychiatrist tomorrow, and the life of fear was over at noon. Let's tear up the previous diaries, I don't want to see them anymore.

Liang Cheng silently closed the diary, and on the title page of the diary was written with a name in delicate handwriting: "Li Lixin".

Zhao Youyan sat in front of the bonfire with his eyes closed, as if he was concentrating. Liang Cheng didn't bother him much, and lay on the sheet. The night sky was cloudy, there were no stars and no moon, Liang Cheng closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The next day I woke up at half past six in the morning, and Zhao Youyu was still meditating in place. The bonfire had been extinguished, and Liang Cheng stumbled to his feet. Zhao Youyu let out a long sigh and opened his eyes.

"You've been sitting all night, you're amazing." Liang Cheng said.

He stretched his body and got up in the middle of the night: "I used to do this a lot, but I'm used to it." ”

"What do you think about when you meditate?" Liang Cheng asked him with a smile.

"Comprehend the mystery of martial arts." He replied, "I learned a lot of the moves myself. ”

"Then you must have been a martial arts master before, right?"

"It's not." Zhao Youyan replied.

"Let's check the surroundings again." Zhao Youyu looked at Liang Cheng and said.

Liang Cheng nodded, and then began to check the area around the camp with Zhao Youyu again. When Liang Cheng stepped into Chu Pingqiu's tent, an inconspicuous piece of paper caught my attention. It was a palm-sized piece of paper, seemingly hastily torn off and thrown on the ground, with a large inverted triangle drawn with a black gel pen, with a capital "S" written in the middle and an asterisk drawn on the top corner of the triangle directly below the "S".

Liang Cheng handed the piece of paper to Zhao Youyao, who took the piece of paper and frowned as he stared at the pattern on the paper.

"Chu Pingqiu must be trying to tell us something." I looked at the piece of paper and said, "An 'S' in the inverted triangle is very reminiscent of Superman, and the 'S' on Superman's chest represents the meaning of hope, could it be that Chu Pingqiu is telling us to reassure us?" ”

Zhao Youyu shook his head: "Chu Pingqiu must have guessed that we can know that they are still alive, and it is impossible for him to leave such worthless information." ”

"Superman and Mistar?" Liang Cheng muttered.