The closer he got to Yu Gang's cemetery, the more inexplicable panic Shi Dazhuang felt in his heart. It was a strange feeling, as if the brother lying on the ground was shouting to him: "Don't come here! Don't come here! ”

However, the brother was lying there, and the brother's daughter had fallen into the hands of the thief, even if there was a mountain of swords and a sea of fire in front of him, how could he not just take a look?

This is where the skills you have developed as a scout come in handy. He soon found the footprints and broken branches in the woods, and judging by the dirt and broken branches of the footprints, they had just left.

It must have run from the back mountain.

Just as he was about to turn around to chase after him, he saw a stone on Yu Gang's grave bag, and there seemed to be a piece of paper pressed under the stone, which was blown up by the wind.

His instincts told him there was a trap in it. He stopped his fellow travelers from continuing to approach with his arms, and warned: "There may be thunder, everyone be careful, stand back!" ”

He turned on his flashlight and carefully searched the ground.

A thin silver-white line lit up among the grass, stretching from the grave to the root of a nearby tree. As long as any one of them takes two more steps forward, they will run into this line.

Shi Dazhuang secretly rejoiced, let the others retreat, until a safe distance, before leaning down and looking along the thin line little by little, he was worried that this line was only part of the trap.

When he saw the piece of bread on the grave bag, he cursed softly: "! ”

He thought that one end of the thin line would be connected to an anti-infantry mine or something, but he didn't expect it to be a piece of C4 explosive. Such a big lump, if it explodes, Shi Dazhuang will have to be buried here even if he brings twice as many people over. And instead of using lower-cost, easier-to-detonate, and more concealed mines, Mukka used C4 explosives, which he wanted to blow up the entire tomb!

Shi Dazhuang carefully lifted the dough and took out the detonator pressed underneath. As long as you remove the detonator, it will be safe, this explosive, without the detonator detonating, you just hit it with a gun and it will not explode.

After checking the surroundings again and confirming that there was no other danger, Shi Dazhuang removed the stone and took out the paper.

There is a scribbled but undisciplined handwriting on the paper, and it can be seen that the person who wrote has practiced calligraphy, but writes hastily:

"You haven't died yet, and it seems that my brother is not unjust when he died at your hands. If you want to arrest me, come to Nangou River, I'll cross the border if it's late. ”

Shi Dazhuang was pondering Muka's intention to leave this note, whether it was to repair the plank road and secretly cross Chen Cang, or dig a pit and wait for him to jump?

At this moment, a bright light flashed in the direction of Yuziba, followed by a loud explosion like thunder, which startled the sleeping animals in the mountains and forests at night.

Shi Daqiang screamed badly and rushed towards the Yuzi Dam.

The gate of the old Enkun's compound had collapsed, and bricks and sawdust were flying everywhere. Meng Yan and the two assistant policemen were lying five or six meters away from the gate, judging from the scene, someone should have set a trap on the door, and an explosion occurred when the door was opened.

Shi Dazhuang grabbed Meng Yan, held him in his arms, and yelled: "Meng Yan! Wake up! Meng Yan! ”

Meng Yan opened his eyes from the blood stain on his face with difficulty, his chest rose and fell violently, and he said weakly: "I have been catching snakes all my life, but this time I was bitten by a snake and coughed poof" He spurted out a mouthful of blood, "I picked up this life, and I will return it to my brothers today"

The corners of his bloody mouth finally squeezed out a smile, and then he let go of his whole body, and his head drooped.

Shi Dazhuang gently put Meng Yan back on the ground, and went to check on the other two assistant policemen, and found that they were all dead.

Inside the gate also lay a corpse, the son of Nkun, Lemao.

Old Enkun stood motionless in the middle of the courtyard with his cane and his back bent, the expression on his old face frozen, like a statue that had been eroded by wind and rain for decades.

When Aoki came out of the cave, it was already completely dark. Starlight sprinkled all over the mountains outside the cave, and everywhere was misty.

He looked up at the sky and the shadows of the mountains in the distance, and made sure that it was no longer a dream, so he breathed a sigh of relief, leaned against the stone wall, and took out a cigarette.

Although the cigarette was a little damp when I was in the cave, I still had a few that I could smoke, but fortunately the matches were not soaked in water.

The warm smoke inhaled into his throat, flowed through every bronchi, filled his lungs, and spewed out of his nostrils, which made him regain a bit of reality, more real than the distant starry sky.

Usually, to determine whether we are in a dream, we only need to look at the distant scene, whether it is real, or whether it is pasted there like wallpaper. A person's dream realm expands with spiritual power, and it is impossible to expand to infinity, and the so-called starry sky is just a two-dimensional picture created through memory in the dream. No one can create a three-dimensional starry sky in a dream that is close to reality, because your mental power cannot reach such a distant place.

But Aoki has just experienced an unimaginable group dream. Not only was the cave huge, but it was also very real.

When the spiritual power of many people is superimposed, it will become very powerful, and the group dream formed from this will naturally be huge. Theoretically, if all human beings had the same dream, it would be possible to create a cosmic dream that was close to reality.

In fact, what evidence is there that we are not dreaming?

The sky we see is nothing more than a painting hanging on it. Human beings' exploration of the universe seems to be getting deeper and deeper, but with the growth of population, isn't it because of the increase in spiritual power that the depth of the dream universe has increased?

However, this question is meaningless to human society. On the surface, except for neuroses, normal people don't think so, but in essence, because everyone is in the same situation and is fair to everyone, then there is no need to care.

The so-called people do not suffer from few, but suffer from inequality. What is the difference between everyone dreaming and everyone being in reality?

It is only when you find out that someone can wake up and you can only dream forever that you feel unfair and you will strongly want to wake up.

Aoki threw down his cigarette butt and prepared to walk back the way he came. However, the stinking ravine covered with rotting leaves was gone, and it was surrounded by dense woods.

Aoki always knew that the big dream space in the cave extended to the outside of the cave, but he didn't expect it to extend so far. In other words, after coming out of the back door of the small wooden building, turning the mountain wall, you have already begun to enter the edge of this dream. When I saw that ravine, the dream began. The rotting leaves and the rotting smell at the bottom of the ditch are hypnotic, blending in with the surroundings and not making people feel inappropriate.

The whole dream is very cleverly designed. From the rotten leaf ditch outside the cave to the underground river inside the cave, the original dreamers not only possessed strong spiritual power, but also were proficient in the geography of mountains and rivers and feng shui, and the use of the earth's qi environment was brought into full play.

Who is this guy named Kitano Matake? What does he have to do with that mysterious hourglass symbol of time?

Aoki's mind was chaotic again, like a meteorite suddenly falling from a silent dead lake, and the waves swayed layer by layer, but the bottom of the lake became more and more difficult to see because the water of the lake was mixed.