The deafening thunder resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the strange purple thunder broke the night shrouded in the lotus pond countless times, but to no avail.

A young man in his 30s paced back and forth in his rented room, anxiously waiting for the arrival of the tenant.

But he didn't know that his wait was in vain.

Because she was young, beautiful, and the female tenant was dead.

Droplets of water the size of beans drip from the cracks in the house, creating an aesthetically unsightly waterfall, and the damp air makes it difficult for the two granddaughters who live here to toss and turn on the floor, making it difficult to sleep.

The wind beat against the crumbling wall, but only the dim light of the chandelier covered in cobwebs could give him a moment of peace.

The man sat on his knees on the floor, and in front of him was a stage play that had never been seen before.

The thunder of nature is the pure natural sound, the dark day and night and the strange purple thunder turn into a huge light curtain, the wind and rain become the scene, and the damp streets are the best monologues, telling one by one, little-known but familiar stories, like the rotten and dirty beauty of the human heart.

He turned slowly, his bloodshot eyes were full of bloodshots, and he glanced at his daughter who was sleeping on the floor, and his heart was shocked.

Only he knew how firm and terrifying the shock in his heart just now was, but this was his last strength.

He took one last look at the black card in his arms, which was bright red in Chinese traditional, imprinted on a piece of paper that looked like an abyss but had an unknown texture.

It says something like this.

[Love can make people break through their limits.] 】

He stared at the black card, but there was a hint of tenderness in his eyes, and he smiled, but there were two tear stains on his cheeks.

The man sighed silently, the pocket watch in the inner pocket of his clothes was beating regularly, and there was a picture of a woman on the pocket watch, which belonged to his female tenant and his child's mother, and finally, he sighed: "The time is almost up." ”

This stormy weather made the air even hotter and heavier, and the minutes passed like a year, accompanied by howling thunder and pouring rain.

The child's father took one last look at her, and then gently pushed the door open, and let the cold raindrops lap his face unscrupulously, and he finally entered, and melted into the rain, never to return.

The crowded office, the people coming and going, the time, work and environment are constantly destroying, and quickly eating away at Officer Yang's tired and physically and mentally exhausted body, but he did not go home from work early like other middle-aged men in his forties and fifties, because this is not only his obligation, but also his interest.

In the warehouse that Friday, Officer Yang casually pried open the door of the warehouse and walked straight in.

And the scene inside made him burst into foul words from the bottom of his heart but uncontrollably.

"Ward Falco." You can transliterate this sentence into English.

At first, Officer Yang, who was standing at the door, didn't think there was anything unusual about this old warehouse, like this kind of abandoned military warehouse, one or two can be found in every inconspicuous corner of Liantang, but when he opened the door, he didn't think so.

I don't know if it's a hallucination caused by Officer Yang's work for too long, or if it's true, when he reached out to open the door, he suddenly felt that the sky and the earth suddenly darkened, and a stream of cold dark wind surged from the bottom up, blowing into his trouser legs, freezing him to a spirit, and the black hole-like warehouse seemed to be empty, which instantly aroused Officer Yang's interest and instantly swallowed his interest.

Standing at the door, Officer Yang stared at the abyss like a black hole in the warehouse, the cold wind brought gusts of chill and rising fear and adrenaline, at this time he had not yet understood and discovered, when you stare into the abyss, the abyss is also staring at you, and you have been stared at.

It is obvious that Officer Yang is afraid, if it is caused by staying up late for a long time, I am afraid it is unreasonable, he is a policeman, staying up late has become a habit, but he does not sleep for a few days, plus the brain is running at high speed, this is nothing, many teenagers who soak in Internet cafes are often like this, so this comes from his heart, and fear is everyone's mortal enemy, especially the police.

The darkness seemed to remind him not to return to the miserable and exciting days and nights.

Slowly, the chill gradually subsided, reason returned to the line, and after some reflection in his heart, he remembered Lao Li's teachings to him, the obligation to be a policeman, and the car tire marks that he had taken a few minutes to eliminate.

He let out a long sigh and walked uninadmissively into the endless abyss, the darkness engulfing and merging with him.

At first, he fumbled around the walls inside the warehouse, trying to find the light switch in the room, and he fumbled around the walls, on the knee-high wall, as if he had touched something?

It was a crack that was sunken in the wall of five downwards, and the interval between each line was no more than two centimeters, and then he squatted down and stretched out his hand on the wall, and began to measure, and finally came to the conclusion that the length of each line was about twelve centimeters wide and 1 centimeter deep and half a centimeter, it should not be a crack caused by natural factors, this is a military warehouse The quality is very good, even if it has been abandoned for a long time, its quality is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

"If it weren't for natural factors, then the eight achievements were made by man." Officer Yang sighed and finished this sentence slowly.

"But it doesn't feel artificial." Officer Yang likes to talk to himself while he is thinking, which not only helps him analyze the current situation effectively, but also makes him seem less 'lonely'.

Officer Yang picked up the kind of medical white plastic gloves and groped carefully on the wall.

"If the sinking part is uneven, then it is obviously uneven and rough, and it should not be caused by the use of tools, so this view should be ruled out by manpower."

"If it's not generated with tools, then it must be produced by some kind of large animal, right?"

But soon Officer Yang shook his head, and at one time he refuted his own point of view in a self-talk.

"If it's a claw, then it has sharp fingertips, so the scratches it produces are about the same as those of a tool, and if it's a claw that causes its length, width and depth to be proportional to the current crack value, or is someone keeping a silverback gorilla in captivity here? It is similar in size to a human, has no sharp claws, and is more powerful than ordinary people. ”

Just when Officer Yang was bored with his own fighting, he seemed to recall something, and he became scared at first, and his white rubber gloves seemed to be stained with some kind of liquid that had not yet solidified.

"The height of this crack is about my knees, which is 50 centimeters, and the silverback gorilla is much larger than a human, and a creature like this that can walk upright and be more than two meters tall, no matter what posture it causes, the rift should be 80 centimeters to 90 centimeters high, which means that this is a humanoid, or rather, a human."

Squatting in the dark, he gasped, he seemed to be back in time, the night he didn't want to face.

Officer Yang confided in the clues about the scratch little by little, imagining the story of the scratch in his mind.

"Military warehouse, claw marks at the door, caused by human hands, 50 centimeters in height, this person is lying on his stomach or lying on his stomach and constantly digging this solid and abnormal wall with five fingers, in the wilderness, someone called the police to find the body, desperate."

He shook his head, adjusted his breathing, and turned his attention back to the case, not forgetting to look for the light switch.

"Someone called the police to say that a body was found here, and the testimony of the caller did not have a general description of the interior of the warehouse, but the description of the body was detailed and vivid, which is unreasonable. Or is it because of the corpse that was found? But how did he find the body? It took me three or four minutes to find the so-called light switch, so this man had his own light source and entered the warehouse with it locked, and the dirt floor at the door had betrayed the fact that he had come in droves, and he and his friends did not have any right to use the warehouse, so why did he hide the fact that the others had come with him? And why can't he let the other two people come together to report the crime with him, or can the other two not come to report the crime at all? The dent in the doorway just now has nothing to do with this matter? ”

Officer Yang whispered to himself as he groped for the wall inch by inch, looking for something without seeing his fingers, but nothing distracted him, but at this time his face was now full of haggard and lovelessness, and he was visibly listless.

Suddenly, a chill spread from his back to his whole body, and the darkness in the depths of the warehouse was gradually eating away at his mind.

The cold body temperature, the extreme darkness, the doubts of the case, the vague memories, the tired body, these things affected him all the time, like a curse.

Heavy footsteps and heavy breathing bounced on the walls of the warehouse, forming a strange echo, Officer Yang's eyes followed the faint light of his own lighter, and finally, he was no longer so rational thinking, a pair of invisible hands choked his fateful throat, and the other hand pinched his heart, making him unable to move.

The pupils, which had been dilated after a few days and nights, began to shrink sharply.

"! It's the feeling again. Officer Yang finally remembered the memories that he had never faced, the fear that he had no impression of, but that was still fresh in his memory.

Officer Yang's father was an alcoholic, always been, and sometimes turned into a demon.

His mother was a prostitute, a very famous lowly prostitute, she didn't sell her body to make money, she just sold her body to make some money by the way.

The two of them may have the same smell when they got married, but when they registered their marriage, they couldn't even pay ten yuan, and they still snatched it from a beggar on the side of the road, when Yang Zhiwen was five years old.

It was a very dark night, darker than usual, and the power went out in the house, which was not bright even when the lights were turned on, and it became a dead silence.

Winter makes it dark faster, so Yang Zhiwen picked up the rags very early, returned home, and didn't forget to bring a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of wine to the drunkard father on the way home.

The cold winter wind blew into his trousers from the bottom up, speeding him up, and how he wished to return home, even if it wasn't so 'harmonious'.

Yang Zhiwen was about to walk to the door of the house, and there was silence and darkness around him, so isolated and helpless, and he looked so pitiful.

The darkness amplified his feelings, and he seemed to feel something, so he rushed straight home.

Finally, he got his wish to see what he didn't want to see.

A devil who has gone mad for alcohol is frantically stabbing his mother's nakedness with a broken wine bottle.

At first, the woman was screaming in pain, but at last she couldn't, and the sharp glass residue pierced his mother's body, leaving a residual warm dark red blood flowing silently on the ground.

The cold moonlight pierced through the dark clouds, and under the illumination of the moonlight, the shadow of the young Officer Yang was so narrow and long, and so withdrawn.

But soon the dark clouds covered the cold moonlight, and also covered Yang Zhiwen's heart of goodness, his face was not shocked, but his heart was like a turbulent wave, how he longed, longed for the light to come again.

The bad memories made Officer Yang's goal uncertain, and his heavy body made him give up the idea of rushing out, and he thought: If I could go back to that time, maybe I wouldn't be as depraved as I am now.

But the strength of his will calmed him down, the fear of darkness and silence magnified his five senses, his instinctive instinct made him feel a malicious gaze, he straightened his back again, and a pair of dead fish eyes became sharp and ready to strike.

The warehouse was silent again, and as it was more than ten years ago, Yang Zhiwen fell into memory.