The spirit is a little trance, so trance that I question whether I have some paranoia, but this unopened box of Chinese cigarettes is clearly visible through the faint moonlight, I am very impressed by it, this is still a souvenir stuffed into my trouser pocket by Lao Tan on the first night of Zheng He's descent into the sea, of course, I know how picky he is, he is never willing to smoke such an expensive thing, so even through the plastic packaging, the word "China" inside has been worn a little discolored.

Half an hour of meditation in the bushes took me, and now I really don't know what the situation is, is it a dream of my wandering at sea for the past nine years?

But the beach, and everything around it, was so familiar.

I crawled like a dog with a dagger in my hand, and if it was really a dream, I would never know what was behind the woods, and even if I looked up at the forest while I was unconscious on the beach, I would never have known the world behind it.

This has almost become a criterion for judging whether it is a dream or not.

It's been a torment, and honestly, I can't tell whether I want the past nine years to be a dream or a reality, and I can't forget everyone in my life in this year, including my lover, my woman, and my home.

But the more I climbed in, the cooler my heart became, and after more than 100 meters, I even stood up on a flat ground, and then sat back on the ground.

It wasn't a dream, because I saw a gentle slope not far away, and even a faint cave on the gentle slope by the moonlight on the sea.

The difference is that there are no tree walls or crossbows that I have built around the gentle slope, and there are no great relics in the middle of the gentle slope that I have painstakingly built with nine years of blood and sweat, and even the cave is still the rough appearance of the first time I found it nine years ago.

Suddenly, countless strange ideas appeared in my mind, such as the "Moonlight Treasure Box" of the Supreme Treasure, or the reborn male protagonist in some obscene novels.

Realistically, what is happening in front of me is not only bizarre, but even completely beyond my comprehension.

I tried to force myself not to think about these things, after all, no matter why I got back here, I was still alive, and it was enough to be glad that I was alive.

Of course, judging from the current situation, it is likely that I have been hammered to death three times with a stone by the person who pretended to be me, and I have returned to the original point when I landed on the island.

I thought about it again and again, and thought that this was the only possibility that could be explained, after all, I knew that a bald man was a human being, and if he wanted to kill someone, he would never leave this person with the possibility of survival.

So, I should have died, and now it's probably really nine years ago! The only thing I don't understand is how I got back to where I started.

I wondered if my blue blood had anything to do with this bizarre thing, but my body was like a walking corpse looking around for some dry wood and wood silk, and it only took five minutes to build a bonfire, this process was so skillful, but it also reminded me that nine years ago, there was a stupid nose named Wu Luoyin who once landed on this beach, and spent hours on this gentle slope trying to make some sparks, drilling wood and drummering for hours.

The light of the torch left a deep scratch on the cave wall, and the reason why I did this was because I still had a slight illusion about this bizarre nine-year return, fantasizing that it was not the Sichuan girl and the Qi girl who colluded with the bald man to cover up all traces of the island's existence to deliberately tease me.

But the dagger scratched layers of sparks on the stone wall, but the cave wall was intact, and there was no trace of the wall carvings and murals left by the black-haired child fish ball, and there was no trace of being artificially covered up or smeared, which also directly shattered my last little bit of expectation.

The breeze blew softly, like an invisible jade hand caressing my cheek, which should have been forty years old, and like a silk hair fluttering, like a silk thread trembling, wrapped in the coolness of the sea and the sweet fragrance of the earth.

Quietly sat back on the beach that crept by during the day, yes, for nine years I have always called this the East Shore, nine years...... When I think about everything and everyone I've been through in the past nine years, tears of struggle run down my face.

Throughout the night, I asked myself more than once, where is the place I am now, an illusory dimensional space? Or is it a program like the movie "Source Code", or is it that I was already killed in that shipwreck, and someone took my brain cells and did some experiments?

A series of speculations gradually spread along with the brain hole, and I began to recall the strange people I had found at the cliff five or six years ago, remember? There was something that looked like a bayonet behind him, and it was the brightness of the bayonet that reflected the sunlight in my eyes that made me realize his existence, but when I chased him, he disappeared from the top of the cliff.

But if this is really "Source Code", you have to take a picture of me with a big little girl, and the officer will tell me what the hell is going to do, right? What kind of thing is it to throw Lao Tzu on this desert island for nine years?

Speaking of code, I suddenly remembered those tombstones in the Lost Forest, remember? One of the pieces clearly says something like "the source is clearly wrong", but it seems that the person who carved the stele did not get any good death in the end.

"Inscription?"

A strange thought popped up in my mind, "Ge Linqing", my grandmother, she was mentioned in that inscription, and even another person in the Chaos Cave mentioned this name, could it be that grandma really has some inseparable connection with my current situation?

"Inscriptions", "Chaotic Space Wall Carvings", "Pointing in the Lost Forest", several originally unrelated things were suddenly remembered by me, and I seemed to have suddenly discovered something strange.

Yes, that's weird, and if it weren't for meditating under the night sky on this seaside, I'd really be hard pressed to discover the mystery here.

Those inscriptions and wall carvings, now that I think about it, the more I look at it, the more it looks like they were written by the same person.

What surprised me the most was that this note was not my own unique pen style that I had been called "spider seal style" since I was a child.

I quickly recalled the metal mask that the old witch of the Qi tribe had held in her hand and which she called the "Li Zu Relic", which was almost exactly the same as my face, was it really a coincidence?

Could it be that all of this was something I did with my own hands I don't know how many years ago?

I, the one who wrote the tombstone inscriptions?

I, the one who carved the wall of chaos?

I, Li Zu?