Opposite the tool for his father's suicide, behind where the farm tools were placed. A circular hole one meter square suddenly appeared.

The iron gate behind me has become rusty because it has been washed away by the rain all year round.

The iron door that had been cut by me because of my rebellion was almost embroidered to death with the walls of the iron house. As soon as I pushed the door open, it stood still at the opening and closing of the door I had pushed open and closed only for me to enter, without revealing any further openings.

The location of the small black house is in the southeast corner, and the early morning sunlight just rises from the opposite direction of the door of the iron house. Through the cracks in the leaves of the jujube tree outside the iron house, the shadow of the swaying came out of the ground.

In such a backlit situation, the sight in the iron house is not particularly good. So much so that when I entered the iron house, I didn't immediately find this hole hidden behind the farm tools.

Now that I think about it, the reason why I didn't find the hole at the time was because my subjective consciousness made me focus my eyes on the location where my father's body once was. And ignore other places, plus this hole is a bit hidden, and the line of sight in the room is not particularly good.

Just as I was about to walk towards the entrance of the cave, my cell phone rang.

Beijing's number.

When I saw the city where I didn't know the phone calling, my nervousness was greatly relieved.

Only a few people know my mobile phone number, and the number from Beijing only means that the owner who called me is the person I have been waiting for for a long time.

I immediately answered the phone, and a relaxing voice rang from the other end.

"Su Mo, it's me, Aunt Ming."

The moment Aunt Ming called my name, I suddenly felt the urge to cry, and the tears had already gathered. I looked up at the roof of the iron house, and I didn't let the tears fall.

Every time in front of Aunt Ming or her gentle voice sounded, I would become a well-behaved child again. It was as if she was there, and all my grievances could be understood.

"Well, Aunt Ming, long time no see."

I answered from the other end of the phone.

"Found a thief?"

Aunt Ming's words made me hesitate for a moment, and after glancing at the hole not far in front of me, I realized what she meant by stealing the hole.

Before I could ask, Aunt Ming explained to me:

"Rest assured, your surroundings are safe now. There are things you want to know about the cave, and after looking at it, you will solve a lot of puzzles. Five days later, they came to Qing Xianju to look for me. ”

After hanging up, I let out a clear breath.

The cave in front of me no longer had the eerie feeling I had when I first saw it, but the mystery remained.

The situation mentioned by Aunt Ming on the phone is a safe situation. Obviously, within a certain range of me, there are people she sent to protect me. Sister Ning's capable appearance and the image of her well-trained team appeared in my mind.

I can imagine that if the second uncle and Aunt Ming were to send someone to protect me, then the person who protected me would definitely be so impressive.

Part of my confusion was in the dark hole less than five meters in front of me.

I walked towards the entrance of the cave without hesitation, and after removing the farm tools, I leaned down and burrowed into the hole without hesitation.

The soil around the one-meter-square hole is very new, and it is clear that it has not been dug for long. It should have been specially prepared for the purpose of my trip.

I don't know what kind of sight awaits me at the end of this cave that Aunt Ming calls the "thief cave".

I crawled in this deep "thief hole" in a kneeling position, and in the process of crawling, I actually thought of more than 200 catties of fat from a fat man.

The professional term "hole theft" should be a very popular word in the "industry" of fat people. If this "thief hole" were to be done by the fat man himself, I think it would have to be at least twice as wide as the width of the hole, otherwise it would be difficult for him to pass through it with his size. If I were to be replaced by a fat man at this moment, he would already be stuck in the hole.

Every time I descend into such a deep environment, the concept of time completely disappears from my world. This is something I already know in Zhao Tuo's underground palace.

I kept this position and crawled forward for a long time, and I finally crawled out of the hole before I felt discomfort in my knees.

All around me was still shrouded in pitch blackness, a level of darkness that vaguely déjà vu. It wasn't encountered in Zhao Tuo's tomb, this feeling of darkness was exactly the same as the scene in my dream last night!

The difference is that what I went down here in my dream was a downward staircase, and the passage I came here at this moment is what Aunt Ming called the "thief hole"!

At that moment, the scene in my dream clearly emerged again. It's as if that real dream was the drill for me to come here!

But there is a difference, and that is that at this moment, I don't need to use the dim light of a lighter.

I could feel the residual heat of the phone that had just spoken to Aunt Ming, and the feeling of contact with my skin.

This feeling makes me sigh at the convenience that the development of technology has brought to people's lives.

But when I took out my phone and was about to turn on the flashlight, something unexpected happened.

My phone turned off automatically after I opened the interface!

The brief faint light on the phone's main interface didn't allow me to see the contours around me.

In fact, there wasn't much power left on my phone when I got back to the old house, and the power in the old house was cut off again. This kind of power only lasted for me to talk to Aunt Ming, and now I can't support it anymore.

It's still dark around me, and my lighter is in the same pocket as my phone.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, or if it's really some mysterious force that wants to bring my dreams back to life!

At that moment, although I was slightly nervous, this tension was different from the tension that made me sweat in my dreams.

Vaguely I still have some anticipation, looking forward to what awaits me at the end of this passage. I think that the generation of this emotion is inseparable from Aunt Ming's phone call.

The experience of Zhao Tuo's tomb made me know that as long as my actions are within the control of Aunt Ming and Second Uncle, then my safety will definitely be guaranteed.

Just like in the dungeon, they must have been here many times in this space in front of them. Perhaps, my father has been here many times, but there is no way to verify it.

I put my phone, which was no longer of much use, back in its place and pulled the lighter out of my pocket.

The moment I turned on the lighter switch, a familiar feeling filled my body.

Same! It's really exactly the same as the scene in my dream!

I stood there for a few minutes without moving! It wasn't until the extreme heat of the lighter made me feel hot that it thawed from the state of "stone carving".

I suddenly had an unrealistic idea, and at that moment, I actually thought of Zhuang Zhou Mengdie. As soon as this thought-producing thought came to me, I began to feel uncomfortable.

When Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, he couldn't tell whether he dreamed that he was a butterfly in his dream, or whether he was really a butterfly and dreamed of Zhuang Zhou.

Now I can personally understand how Zhuang Zhou felt at that time. Because, at this moment, I couldn't tell whether the environment I was in was a dream or my real experience.

If what I saw in front of me was my real experience, not that I didn't wake up in that dream. The fact that the space in front of me is exactly the same as the scene in my dream is something that is difficult to explain scientifically.

It can only be explained in terms of something akin to metaphysics, and I once read a material that introduced people's sense of déjà vu.

According to the data, there are three eyes in the human mind, and this third eye is called the pineal gland. His role is to control one's inspiration, the so-called sixth sense. However, some people's pineal gland has degenerated, while others are still very developed. That's why some people have a sixth sense, or it's very direct. Many people have probably experienced the same thing, which is that you always feel that something you are experiencing is familiar, as if you have seen the same scene in the past or in a dream. This phenomenon is called the sense of déjà vu or the hippocampal effect.

It is when what you see or are experiencing is the same as the scene you have dreamed about before, this is the image that the third eye has seen, that is, the image perceived by the sixth sense.

When I read this, I didn't think so. Like this, some eye-catching unsubstantiated reasoning may simply serve some unknown commercial purpose in order to arouse people's interest.

But this is the kind of analysis that I scoffed at at the time, but now it is really happening to me.

I suddenly thought of the dream I had in the bed of that damp little hotel before I left for Ghost Cub Ridge. The space in the dream containing my own coffin is exactly what I saw in the wilderness after I went to Ghost Cub Ridge.

Do I really have the ability to see the future? Or is my third eye not degraded and still developed enough to see what I'm going to experience?

What I have encountered at the moment can only be explained by this one reason, otherwise, it is really difficult to explain.

It was still pitch black all around me, and my body was shrouded in endless darkness when I didn't turn the lighter on again!

Although the real scene is exactly the same as the scene in my dream, it confirms the introduction of that information and also confirms my ability.

But this sudden extra skill didn't make me happy. On the contrary, there is some sense of loss.

Because, I can be sure that this ability of mine is only in the recent past, or rather, after I went to Ghost Cub Ridge.

I don't know what caused me to trigger this particular ability, and my frustration is that this special ability was activated a little too late.

If I had this ability, maybe my father wouldn't have ended his life in such a cruel way. Maybe I can stop all this from happening!