"That's right, you forgot, with my strong tiger here, no matter how powerful I encounter on the battlefield, I can knock him down with one arm." Kang Jianhu showed off his arms, and no one in the fighting ring wanted to meet him at that time.

"I can't beat you, but it's not just a competition of strength on the battlefield, don't think you're big enough to have a big goal on the battlefield, hahaha." Liu Yi began to tease Kang Jianhu again, he had molested almost all of us.

In the next second, Kang Jianhu began to chase after him with a stiff face, but the dream was twisted, and the surroundings seemed to have passed through a layer of fog and instantly arrived in the dense rainforest, and they shuttled back and forth, as if they were joking.

The scene suddenly made me tense from relaxed, and that lingering fear seemed to fill my body.

As hard as I could, I tried to reach out and stop, "Stop, all of it, get out of this rainforest." I screamed in my heart, and my throat was more like choking something that made me unable to spit out a word.

The moment they stepped out, their feet were stuck in the swamp-like quagmire and could no longer move, but Liu Yi and Kang Jianhu laughed and ran farther and farther, and their figures gradually disappeared into the depths of the rainforest where fog and leaves were intertwined.

A dark shadow flashed from under the shadow of the tree behind me, and the loaded silenced pistol pulled the trigger, and the silenced pistol devoured the tongue of fire that should have been whistling. The image of the bullet being shot out of the chamber seemed to be played in slow motion, and once again I really felt the powerlessness, anger, and depression.

Bullets flew towards them ...

"No !!" My tearing roar echoed through the damp air.

When I woke up from my dream, I suddenly felt a feeling of being so suppressed that I couldn't breathe spread from my chest to my whole body, whether it was in a dream or in reality, I completely lost control of my repression, and let every cell tense.

Time passed slowly, the night had not yet passed, but I could no longer sleep.

The fog was heavier in the early morning of the rainy season, the sun could not penetrate the heavy clouds, and with a faint light, I stepped onto my rented motorcycle with my travel bag and drove towards the finish line.

The town seemed to be still asleep, motorcycles whistling up fallen leaves, and the closed rusty iron doors were plastered with missing person notices.

I didn't have time to think about it, just out of the town, the morning horn of the barracks sounded not far away, and I had the illusion that those people in my memory seemed to be still waiting for me in that old place.

I was about to go to the rainforest to look for traces of the past, and soon the town and the camp disappeared behind me, and everything was obscured by the clouds.

That mountain and forest are not unfamiliar to me, once upon a time, Company Commander Xu often took the whole company up and down to shuttle in it, long-distance training. At that time, the big guys were neatly up and down, carrying heavy bags, singing neat military songs, and mingling with the nightingales in the mountains and forests to form a unique music.

There are not many villages in the whole area, but most of them are deep in the mountains and old forests, almost isolated from the world. The motorcycle undulated on the rocky road in the mountains and forests, and the visibility was extremely poor, so the speed could not be increased. Fortunately, I have checked the map before, and I am no stranger to the direction and environment, and I am also able to implement it when I am shuttling through the rainforest alone.

The fog is thick, and the hot flashes in the rainforest during the rainy season are unbearable, and the deeper you go, the more uneven the gravel road becomes.

Passers-by and pedestrians are almost extinct, except for the warbler crying in the forest, and only the roar of motorcycle engines remains.

The weather in the rainy season is unpredictable, and near noon, we are finally about to arrive at the village where we used to carry out the assault and anti-drug mission, and at this time the fog has turned to showers, and the fog has been replaced by water vapor.

I put the hood of my jacket on my head, the throttle in my hand loosened slightly, and the motorcycle slowed down and slowed forward.

The villages deep in the rainforest are lonely, devoid of poetry and smoke. I drove my bike into the village and stopped at a stone step.

Standing on the stone steps and looking at it, the village is not large, scattered, most of them are local Dai households, most of the houses are wooden and bamboo, and the roof is neatly paved with fish-scale clay tiles. The larger families use the most traditional bamboo buildings of the Dai people, with the owner on the house and some livestock under the house. The courtyards of the houses are a little narrowly spaced, and the whole village is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and if I didn't already know about it, such a hidden village would be really isolated from the rest of the world.

It's just that unlike a few years ago, many uninhabited houses have collapsed, leaving them in ruins. I walked from one alley to another and looked back and forth through the alleys of the village, but there was no one in the village walking back and forth.

I have the impression that there were occasional field exercises passing through this place, although the village is not large, but it is not sparsely populated, and livestock and cooking smoke are also common in the village.

A few years ago, the anti-drug operation was mainly a raid on a large compound in the village, but I didn't expect the village to be so dilapidated at this time.

I walked back and forth through the lanes in the village, and finally saw an old farmer with a bamboo basket on his back at the entrance of the village on the other side.

The old farmer raised his eyes and looked at me vigilantly, and the bamboo basket behind him seemed to be filled with wild mushrooms he had just picked.

"Hello, uncle, please ask you about something." I smiled and waved my hand, trying to speak as loudly as I could and speaking at a slower pace so that the other person could understand my kindness.

Because the local Dai people live in remote villages for a long time, especially the elderly, they can only slow down their speech and add body language if they want to communicate with them.

I pulled out a pack of cigarettes, pulled out one and handed it to him.

The old farmer stopped, still suspicious, and didn't say much.

I knew he was still wary of me, a stranger, and my hand holding the cigarette was still dangling, and for a moment I had to smile a slightly awkward but friendly smile.

The old farmer hesitated for a moment, and finally reached out and took the cigarette I handed him in the air for a long time. And then he put down the basket full of wild mushrooms, and said, "Young man, how did you find this here?"

He crumpled the tobacco and stuffed it into the old pipe around his waist.

"I like to travel all over the place alone, and I got here all the way." I pulled out the lighter, lit it and handed it over.

"Traveling alone to this deep mountain and old forest? Got in the wrong place, right? The old farmer took a heavy puff on his pipe.

"What? Is there anything wrong? ”

The old farmer may have been a little tired from picking wild mountain mushrooms and walking all morning, so he bent down and sat directly on the stone steps in the alley to rest, and slowly spit out the smoke ring, "It's nothing during the day, but don't wander around before dark in the afternoon, go back to the town if you can, and find a place with a lot of people to settle down." ”

Listening to his words, I wondered if there were some wild beasts in the rainforest, but they would not actively attack passers-by, and the danger factor was not high.

"Is there a beast attack?" I'm pretending to ask.

"Hehe, if the beast is fine, I can still make some game in the pot." The old farmer was not afraid of any wild beast.

"That?" I'm still skeptical.

"Anyway, it's okay to go back quickly, there is no good scenery around here." The old farmer tapped his pipe on the sole of his shoe, picked up the basket again, and prepared to leave.

"Finally, let me ask you something, where does the river next to the village flow?" I asked the old farmer.

The old farmer didn't turn around, but pointed west with his back to me, then turned into the narrow lanes of the village and disappeared.

I took bread and water out of my backpack, ate some haphazardly, and after a few circles, I finally got back to where my bike was parked, and then turned around and prepared to leave the village. Looking back at the village in the rain, there is no cooking smoke and no sound of livestock, and I feel very cold in such a sultry mountain forest, what has happened in the vicinity in recent years to make a village so dilapidated?

Even if drug dealers had been arrested, the village should not suddenly be so sparsely populated, and it might not be long before it would be in ruins.

I put on my helmet and pedaled the motorcycle twice, and the roar of the engine was heard throughout the forest, and nothing else.

Coming out of the village and back to the gravel dirt road, we headed for the fork in the river where the six of us had given our blood and lives to garrison, and the road was even more sparsely populated. Getting closer and closer to the dense rainforest, my chest felt like a stone had been crushed, and I couldn't breathe. There are no beautiful scenery here, no majestic mountains and rivers, and the huge banyan trees and low-pressure clouds on the side are like a huge and huge labyrinth, and they lost their lives in it, and I lost my soul.

I want to get back everything I once lost...

Where we fought, there were nightmares of death that I would never get rid of, and I had to face them again.

All the way to the ride, the mud had already dyed my lower body and motorcycle an earthy yellow. I hid my changed motorcycle behind a tree and walked to the place where it all began.

I stood in the middle of a dirt road that didn't count as a road and revisited the tense sunrise and dawn. Rushing streams, lush low plants, banyan trees like a large rainforest, and lonely villages looming a short distance downstream of the stream.

The scene was different from now, the rainforest in the dry season and the rainy season were completely different images, but even with the different color differences and light levels, the scene was still deeply imprinted in my mind.

It occurred to me that the body of the first villager who had been killed in the negotiation between the two groups of people should have been buried near the nearby rainforest, and although the group had buried it without a trace, I clearly remembered that the body was buried under a tree with a twisted shape.

I pulled a small shovel out of my backpack and dug hard under the thicker-looking but less twisted tree, and I remember that the corpse was not buried too deeply, but if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, no one would have expected that there would be a corpse buried under the tree.

Although the shovel is not big, it dug for half an hour, and the pit went down for nearly half a meter, but nothing was dug out, even if only bones remained, it was impossible to have nothing left, right? I was a little skeptical that I had misremembered.

I looked up and wiped my sweat, then looked around closely, and it was impossible to remember wrong. Even if a wolf or fox dragged the carcass away, the surroundings would not be so flat, and there would be no traces of dirt and vegetation being dragged.

After digging for a while, I gave up, refilled the pit, covered the traces I had dug with branches and leaves, and left the place where I had buried the body.

Someone must have touched the body, who could it be?