The wind does not carry away the falling petals of the cherry blossoms that fall like snow, and the rain does not disperse the scent of lavender that fills the smoke.

For me, the time of recuperation and vacation is like the waves outside the house, the wind is calm, and in my leisure time, I go online and discover that the world in the news is never short of turbulent times and anecdotes, and a new half-truth and half-truth online news caught my attention.

"The southern Libyan triangle bordering Sudan and Chad has become uninhabited as a result of ongoing fighting in the south-east due to inconclusive negotiations between local militias and the interim Government on autonomy in the southern provinces. A French Free War correspondent recently ventured into the area to conduct covert interviews and discovered the presence of special guerrilla groups in a small number of local areas, claiming to be members of the local Free Militia Corps. ”

"The region is a barren desert with few human settlements and no government jurisdiction, and many tribal people have not even departed from the most primitive way of life, let alone water and electricity. Before leaving, the freelance journalist received information from insiders of the Provisional Government claiming that there might be illegal biological and chemical organizations in the area, and in-depth investigation and interviews found that the illegal biological and chemical organizations were not accurate, and that such a primitive and harsh area could not be used for biological and chemical weapons research, but the investigation and interviews did reveal extraordinary conditions. ”

I didn't look closely at a large part of the text, but an unpost-processed mobile phone video caught my attention.

In the silent footage, several Africans in colorful cloth skirts gather around a campfire, holding hands, as if singing and dancing together with ancient folk songs, with regular movements as if performing some kind of special ceremony. Sometimes they raised their hands, sometimes swayed from side to side with duck steps, and from time to time they silently recited strange language, and their movements and words did not seem very beautiful but had an indescribable response to the situation. The picture was cut off, and after a while after the camera was turned off, the reporter holding the mobile phone camera turned the camera back on to himself, and the night sky above the desert was spotlessly clear, the bonfire had been extinguished, and the smoke rising from the starry sky could not tell whether it was a star hanging in the sky or a spark jumping from a wooden pile.

Time seems to freeze, and the dancers around the campfire stand quietly looking up at the starry sky, no longer dancing, not even the slightest shaking, if it were not for the reporter holding the camera shaking and talking to himself, this paragraph would have looked like a still photograph. Perhaps this painting-like beauty of stillness did not attract the photographer's attention for a long time, until he realized that it had been too long before he stood up and walked towards the dancers around the campfire.

The picture is zoomed in, and several dancers in the ordinary lens are facing the sky on their backs, their faces in a trance, as if they have entered a special meditative state. The approaching freelancers were surprised and began to call them softly, but received no response. The light of the camera fell on their dull faces, and if it weren't for the blinking of their eyes, they would have looked like wax figures. My palms were a little sweaty, but it was not a horror scene, but it evoked my once terrifying memories, and the memories that I didn't want to dig deep in the depths of my memory were recalled. Years ago, the trance-faced villagers in the rainforest clearing, although their skin tones were completely different from the dancers in the camera, that was the beginning of the nightmare, and how could I have forgotten the slightest. That kind of trance of losing memory can't be pretended for no reason, if it's all just a coincidental similarity, then what else in this world doesn't happen by chance?

At the end of the video, an elderly man in a robe walks out of the tent with a shelf full of light blue reagent bottles, and the video comes to an abrupt end.

The images in my memory overlap with the frozen images in the online video, the rainforest clearing in the early morning, the African desert under the stars, why the picture is so strikingly similar, the dancer in a trance and sluggish, the blue reagent bottle. The early spring of March had not yet reached the temperature of sweating, but before I knew it, beads of sweat began to appear on my forehead, and I continued to read the text report.

According to the unnamed freelance war correspondent, who later recounted that the scattered tribesmen, mostly from the region, had been taking a drug they called holy water for a long time. After being rigorously selected by the tribal elders, those whose souls have been thoroughly cleansed by the holy water will be sent to heaven in a special way. According to investigations, those special ways to get to heaven require driving a car and completely incinerating one's body in the blazing fire. Free war correspondents learned from members of the Provisional Government and United Nations anti-biological and chemical weapons investigators that most of the people who took the holy water and were eventually chosen as saints would eventually become car bomb pilots, and that their memories and consciousness consisted only of the simple idea of going to heaven. ”

"Unlike the car bombs that we were forced to drive a car with a bomb tied to the village in the past, these people will live a normal life like ordinary people, drive normally, and even behave in a way that is not special in their usual life and actions. Unable to discern and be vigilant, the recent major car bomb attacks in major cities in the Middle East and even Africa have more or less the shadow of holy water. These saints are still spreading, which has attracted widespread attention in European countries, but the means of investigation are limited, and on the surface, these saints are just ordinary people who have lost some of their memories. ”

After reading this informal news report, sweat beads have begun to slide down my neck, and the first thought that comes to my mind is how to find this anonymous war freelance correspondent, even if I don't understand the language, but behind the mysterious events of so many years ago, I have finally found a narrow clue, and I can't give up easily.

The attack on the rainforest had been thoroughly investigated by the military and police, and it was initially suspected that the drug dealers were complicit, only to learn that the drug dealers who were attacked that day had no idea that there was any other activity in the depths of the rainforest, and the success of that operation also showed that the drug dealers were in a state of complete lack of vigilance in their dens. The wreckage of the bombed-up helicopter and the traces left by the exchange of fire failed to find any clues, and finally it became an unsolved case.

As the only surviving party at that time, I was the only one who had an intuitive feeling of all the details of the situation at that time, and when I saw the trance dancers in those videos with their backs facing the sky, I am afraid that the only one who could grasp the details was me, a witness who had seen all this with my own eyes. But how to get in touch with the anonymous reporter has become a difficult problem for me to solve, because the network is reposted very quickly and the source is even more difficult to trace.

What to do? I looked out the window, the breeze blew through the beads of sweat and there was a hint of coolness, and I suddenly thought of asking Xu Yong to report the situation, to see if the police and the military could investigate the reporter who took the video in combination with the case of the year, and then get in touch.

It was normal work class time, Jingjing was in kindergarten and her mother was still in the unit, the wind and sun were beautiful in the community, and there were no suspicious people and vehicles coming and going at ordinary times, so I stood alone in the shade of the trees not far from the house to find Xu Yong's phone number.

I dialed the phone, "Hello? Hello Company Commander Xu. ”

"Why did you suddenly remember to call me, how are you doing?" Xu Yong's voice from the other end of the phone was still so neutral.

"It's good, have you been busy at the camp lately?"

"Busy, a lot of things. How? Something? Xu Yong guessed in one word.

The clips of the past were quickly flowing in my mind, and I compared them with the video just now, "There are some situations that I want to report to you, is it convenient now?" ”

"Huh? You said. ”

"There are some similarities in a video on the Internet about the events of the rainforest..."Through well-organized language, I recounted the images engraved in my mind in as much detail as possible, and combined them with the videos I had just overseen on the Internet to reveal some overlooked details.

"I'm not completely sure, but it does feel very similar to me, after so long, I accidentally got this clue I don't want it to be broken like this, alas~!" I sighed, "It's also for my brothers who were killed." ”

"Well, okay, you wait and send me the URL link, and I'll report this as soon as possible." Xu Yong quickly agreed.

"There is also a need to notify the police who investigated this matter as soon as possible, maybe their interrogation methods are more efficient."

"Well," Xu Yong's tone suddenly slurred, "but..."

"But what? Can't you tell the police? Our armed police and the police have always been in close contact, and this matter should also fall under their jurisdiction. ”

"But the police officer who used to be in charge of this matter is Officer Li who was in charge of that incident last year, do you remember?"

The tall, thin officer with a stern face and an unsmiling face came back to my mind, albeit only one-sided, "I remember, there was also a police officer surnamed Yang who was asking me about what happened at that time. ”

"He was the police officer in charge of investigating your rainforest incident back then, but at the end of last year, he went to the village where the accident occurred again in order to follow up on the case of his undercover agent. It is said that it was a follow-up investigation last year about the person who claimed to be Pei Di had settled in an old farmer's house, the old farmer accidentally fell into his own well and drowned, Officer Li was in the process of investigating the case that night, it rained heavily, the road was slippery, and the police car fell down a deep ditch and unfortunately died. ”

"Officer Lee? He turned out to be the upline of the undercover agent? "I felt a sense of boredom in my heart.

"That's right, I only recently heard about such a secret afterwards. And it is the only upline, he has been investigating the reasons and clues before and after the incident during that time, but suddenly encountered an accident, and the whole case was completely broken. ”

"It's raining heavily, the road is slippery...", I tried to think back to the accident that didn't seem too relevant to me.

"So I can only react to the newly transferred leader in this matter, but his familiarity with the case is definitely not optimistic, so I will try to hand it over to our armed police to see if we can make progress."

"Did the old farmer also fall into a well and drown?" I'm still wondering how this sounds like a tragedy that doesn't have much to do with me, and that seems ordinary.

"Well, in short, just leave this matter to me, and I will report it as soon as possible in combination with the incident of that year."

After talking to Xu Yong on the phone, I didn't feel relaxed at all, but I was even more confused, and the seemingly unrelated events felt a little strange, what went wrong? I lit a cigarette and rested one hand on the back of the bench, looking at the blue sea, the shadows of the trees swaying, and the March sea breeze gradually warmed up.

There was a rush of footsteps behind me, from far to near, I turned around and waved my hand to Liu Suxi, who was going home from my lunch break, and she squeezed out a half-smile at me and turned back to her home. During this time, she has lost a lot of weight due to her mother's illness, but fortunately, she is young and can resist, except for the heavy studies in the third year of high school, she will go home to accompany her mother whenever she has spare time, and there are no other activities.

The curly-haired exotic girl had not been seen since the last shadow of that night, and vanished like a hallucination, and everything was calm again. Mother and Jingjing are more like they don't notice anything, and every day I am vigilant about everything around me, but there is nothing worth paying attention to except ordinary people and things.

If you have to find a trace of concern, all that is left is the special green dot on the wrist smart watch, and after the map is enlarged, the green dot has been moved from the SAR to Hong Kong, and Li Xiaoai has returned to campus. I hope it all passes, it's like a dream that wakes up and disappears.

Every now and then I would receive a message from her, and all I could reply to was that unique green dot that flashed on the map. But sometimes when I think about it, after all, I only saved her a few times, in fact, our lives are almost unfocused, just like the swan and the wolf of the steppe are two completely different species after all, and if it were not for the accident, it seems that they would never be close to each other.

Over time, everything will pass... All of it...