When I woke up, I still felt a little sore and painful, but I got up and checked it, and it didn't seem to be broken or anything, not even broken skin and bleeding.

Then I looked up and looked around me.

I found myself lying on the cold asphalt pavement, and what I saw was the familiar three-story building.

I don't know why I came back to this small building, obviously I fell off the cliff, could it be that Gao Lingkai and they rescued me?

But if they saved me, why did they let me lie on the road, and what about them?

I heard voices talking, and turned my head to see several figures talking from the mudslide-covered area west of town.

At the forefront was a tall and heroic man. He was followed by a man and a woman, the woman was as beautiful as a flower, and the man was full of vitality.

I opened my mouth to shout, because the heroic man was Li Junhyuk. Behind him were Nabota and Pivaso.

But my mouth opened, and the sound got stuck in my throat.

Because I saw Nabota and Pivaso behind not only Mr. and Mrs. Bonn and Gao Lingkai, but also a—

I!

Yes, I saw me!

I saw me walking around alertly.

That must be me, not only his face and demeanor, but also Gao Lingkai beside him can prove it.

But if that's me, then who am I?

Could it be that I'm looking at the other me, instead of me?

My mind was in a state of confusion, and as I saw the group getting closer and closer, I panicked, jumped up, and ran into the ajar door of the small building.

I heard the men talking as they walked into the small building.

Because the floor below the small building was originally a supermarket, and the supermarket was full of empty shelves.

So I hid behind a long row of empty shelves and peeked outside.

But soon, the other me—for the sake of distinction, and for the sake of the narrative—from now on, the other me, I will call "Golli."

Colliers seemed to sense my presence and walked straight to me.

I was afraid to let him know I existed, because I was afraid that I would be forced to kill him.

So I almost ran away, bypassed the row of shelves, and rushed out of the door while there was no one.

Strangely, it was still light, but when I stepped out of the door, it was pitch black, and I heard thunder rumbling and torrential rain pouring down.

"Torrential downpour" should not be heard, but felt.

But now that I am in the rain, I can clearly see the rain falling, but I don't feel a drop of rain on my body.

Then I had a terrible thought: "Am I dead, and now I am just a ghost?" ”

I felt chills at the thought, and was about to find someone to try to see if I was a human or a ghost, when I heard a faint shout, mixed with the sound of rushing rain, into my eardrums.

I immediately ran towards where the voice had come from.

It was dark, but I could clearly see that there was a teenage girl, already drenched in the rain, and yet she was still banging the door of a house, screaming loudly.

It's a pity that she shouted in T, and the translator on my body seemed to be out of order and couldn't translate what she said.

There is it in that house

The man yelled, as if to tell the girl not to make noise.

The girl had no choice but to run to the door of the next house, banging on the door while still yelling.

I didn't know what this girl was doing, when I suddenly heard a thunderbolt overhead, followed by an extremely terrifying sound of "Bang La-la", swept down towards the town from the height on the left.

I was taken aback and immediately turned my head to look to the left.

Just as another bright lightning bolt struck, I could clearly see that a large mountain on the left side of the town, that is, to the north of the town, had collapsed in half, and the earth merged with the rain, turning into a tumbling mudslide towards the town.

I was so frightened that I tried to pull the little girl to escape, but the little girl was still banging on the doors of one house after another, and she was at least twenty meters away from me, and if I tried to save her, then I would also be swallowed by the mudslide.

At that moment, the consciousness of saving my life prevailed, and I could only shout with all my might: "The mud and rocks are flowing down, don't care about the others, you run away!" ”

My call was in English, but the girl didn't seem to hear me at all, and still ran to the door of the next house and slapped it hard.

I suddenly understood that this little girl was saving people.

Maybe she didn't know how to find that the mountain was about to collapse, so she braved the thunderstorm and shouted people from house to house to flee for their lives.

It's a pity that no one paid attention to her, she shouted empty, but no one got up and opened the door.

Such a little girl, I really want to save her.

But after a brief hesitation, the sound of the house collapsing and screaming was already at my side.

I had to turn around and flee as best I could to the east of town.

But it was too late, and the mudslide came so violently that my feet were quickly submerged by the mudslide, and at the same time a house collapsed right next to me, and the roof of the house leaned forward against my head.

At that moment, it was really a matter of life and death, and I threw myself forward with all my strength-

I never knew I could save so far, maybe I was trying to squeeze my best potential.

I felt like I was flying through the clouds, and I threw myself forward at least five or six meters before I landed on the ground.

I didn't feel anything wrong at the time, because I didn't think much about it at that moment, until I turned around and suddenly realized that the scene in front of me had changed again.

The rainstorm was gone, the sky was still gray, and the mudslide that had just swept through the town had turned into dry mud, covering most of the town with high and low sinister heights.

I was a little confused, and I couldn't imagine what was going on.

Then I heard someone laughing again, and when I looked back, I saw a minibus parked at the east end of town, and a group of men and women got out of the car, led by a guide holding a flag, talking and laughing in the direction where I was standing.

I stood facing them, but they seemed to ignore me, and there were even two people who passed directly through me—

I think I'm really dead, or these people wouldn't have been able to see me, let alone pass through me.

I'm dead!

Because of this, I was so shocked that I lost consciousness and I didn't feel anything.

Just standing still, forgetting the time and everything around me.

A long, long time, in fact I don't know how long, was a scream that pulled back my thoughts.

Looking back, it turned out to be a few men and women

The woman stands on a mound of dirt in the middle of a mudslide and prepares to take a group photo.

One of the girls fell unsteadily on her footing, and was grabbed by the boy next to her.

And the scream just now was made by this girl.

I heard them chattering, it should be a few Japanese.

And the smiles on their faces made me feel sad.

It's good to be alive, you can laugh, you can cry, you can travel with your friends and take pictures together.

But I'm dead, and even if I can still laugh and cry, there is no one to laugh and share with me.

I thought of my parents, and I also thought of Meng Xiang, thinking about how painful and painful they would have been if they knew that I was dead.

I even thought of Gao Lingkai, and thought about how he would explain to my parents and Meng Xiang after he returned to China.

Then it suddenly occurred to me that if I had already died, why would I see Gao Lingkai, or even Gao Li?

Am I-

A thought came to me, and I remembered that Professor Bonn had said that in the mountains around the town, there was a "Gate of Hell" hidden, and that the Bonn couple speculated that this "Gate of Hell" was probably a gate of time and space.

I thought maybe they were right, maybe after I died, my soul "passed through the door of time and space" and went back to the old time.

So I'll see Gao Li, see Gao Lingkai.

But the question is, what about this minibus?

I remember when I was in this town before, I didn't see this minibus, could it be that after I died-

No, I saw Colliers and the others just now, and when Colliers and the others appeared in the town, they didn't see this minibus.

In addition, it was still pouring rain just now, and in a single leap, the situation suddenly changed in front of my eyes.

What's going on? What the hell is going on?

My mind was a mess trying to comb through it, and the screams were so piercing that I had to watch intently.

I saw that the Japanese who had just been standing on the mound of earth to take pictures were collectively falling into the ground.

They were standing on the mound, and there was nothing unusual about it, but with their screams, their bodies rose from their feet up, and quickly disappeared.

A total of more than 20 people had come off the minibus, and they were now scattered inside and outside the mudslide, either pointing and discussing, or taking pictures like these Japanese people.

I heard a few Japanese screams, and everyone ran towards them.

A few young men rushed up to the mound and tried to reach out to pull the fallen Japanese, but when they got to the front, they clearly saw the strange situation of the disappearance of the legs and feet of several Japanese, and they were all stunned on the spot.

One of them screamed, turned and ran out of the mudslide again.

When the remaining young men saw that some people were fleeing, they could no longer save them, and they all screamed and stumbled out of the mudslide.

They ran and screamed, and everyone else screamed and fled.

The few remaining Japanese who had fallen shouted in Japanese again and again, knowing that they were shouting "help".

It's a pity that no one cares about saving them, and even the two companions who were still taking pictures of them just now are so frightened that they don't know where to go.

I was the only one who stood there all the time, watching a few Japanese fall and disappear on the mound, and my whole heart did not know whether to be frightened or frightened, sad or bitter.

(See Chapter 433 of "Like a Dream")

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