At dawn on the second day, Lao Wu and I went downstairs and saw several people standing at the door, smoking and talking with two uniformed policemen. He has a cigarette between his fingertips, and from time to time he puts a puff in his mouth, with a sluggish and decadent temperament.

Soon he noticed my gaze, said something to the police, and strode towards me, floating a glance at the heavy oversized burden on my shoulders, thinking that he wanted to help me share it, but he said: "Let's go when you're ready." ”

Black lines on the forehead......

There were a total of seven people in the group, Lao Wu and I walked in the middle, and the police led the way one after another, and Brother Liang and the three madmen followed. Before arriving at the mountain pass, I saw a familiar figure standing there from a distance, and when I got closer, I found that it was the eldest brother who accompanied him, carrying a very long mountain bag and holding a black dog in his hand.

Didn't you say that you were looking for a local Yi hunter? But after an exchange, I learned that although the eldest brother is not from the Yi nationality, he is really a hunter, and he is very familiar with the terrain in the ravine, and the black dog in his hand is a hunting dog, which is said to be extremely brave.

Based on dealing with this big brother many times, I know that he is the kind of person who speaks with exaggeration, but since he can accompany tourists into the mountain, he should be really familiar with the internal situation of this black bamboo ditch. It is better to have an acquaintance than a Yi person who can't communicate, and the eldest brother is very enthusiastic, and took the initiative to help me share some water and some heavy things in the bag, and suddenly felt a lot lighter on my shoulders.

The eldest brother is called Lao Tie, doing this business is to make a living, recently there have been accidents one after another, the mountains have been closed, and natural tourists can not go up again, which is equivalent to saying that his livelihood is also broken, so I heard that I have to find a local Yi hunter to lead the way, and immediately recommended myself.

It stands to reason that such a lineup is huge, but I feel uneasy for no reason. I looked up at the sky and attributed it to the gloomy sky, and when I came out this morning, it was gloomy and it looked like it was going to rain.

When I arrived at the ticket sales location, I found that there was a police line set up there, and the scenic spot had been closed in the past few days, and foreign tourists were not allowed to enter. Fortunately, we had the police to lead the way, and we easily passed the ticket gate. I heard them mention the stone gate pass, it should be not far from the depths of this mountain, but I didn't know that I passed through the plank road and walked for a long time, but I haven't arrived yet.

At this time, Lao Tie led the hound in front, I had to lower my voice and ask Lao Wu beside me, he said with a flickering expression that originally they were going up the mountain, and the ticket office did not give it, but later it was spent money to find the local Yi people to lead the way, and the path was bypassed, so this main road was not walked.

It turned out that there were many accidents in this ditch, so the mountain was not allowed to stay overnight, and seeing that Lao Wu was equipped so much, the ticket sales staff understood at a glance that it was a group of explorers. But even so, they still preferred to go to Tiger Mountain and found another way to go in.

It was not until three o'clock in the afternoon that we arrived at Shimenguan, and it was almost eight hours from seven o'clock in the morning to now, which was the first day when everyone was fast, and I was worried about the future.

There is a sign in front of the stone gate, which reads: Unopened area ahead, for your safety, please stop.

The psychology of people is really strange, the more you don't want to go in, the more you want to go in, where the danger is drilled.

Offering to rest here for a while, my gaze swept toward me, and I immediately approached him in understanding, and he pulled out a hand-drawn map from his bosom. At a glance, I knew that it was an overview of the black bamboo ditch, because the point outside the stone gate where we were resting was marked with a big red heart. However, the route within the Shimen Pass, there is still a clear position in the first half, but there is a question mark in the rear, and it is obvious that no one has really penetrated into that place.

The terrible thing about a place is that it is unknown, so there are all kinds of possible speculations. The reason why this black bamboo ditch is called the Valley of Death must be because of this.