If the old prostitute didn't say that, I really wouldn't be in a hurry to see it, but when I heard him say that the dead person had a certain relationship with me, I began to feel anxious. People are often like this, when you don't know any information, your curiosity is not so strong, but when you know a certain amount of information, your curiosity will produce an impulse to the unknown. I didn't even listen to what the old prostitute had to say, and I took a horizontal stride around the old prostitute and saw a corpse on the ground directly.

When I saw the corpse, I didn't know what it was, but I thought it wouldn't look good. At the same time, I understood why the skinny monkey avoided my eyes, and he was right to be afraid of me, and anyone would think that way. Because the corpse on the ground does have a certain relationship with me, and it is also the person I am looking for, the person I have always wanted to see but can't see, this person is another Xiao Qi, that is, the fake me.

I don't know if it came too suddenly, I couldn't accept it for a while, and I kept rejecting this fact in my heart. I have thought of countless scenes to meet another me, and even I have thought of a fight when we meet, or a specific occasion to meet, but I never imagined that when I saw him, he had become a corpse, and died so miserably.

He should have been dead for a long time, and the corpse spots on his face have been magnified. His body was mutilated, and his stomach was full of marks of being bitten by giant hyenas, and the internal organs in his abdomen were gone, obviously eaten by giant hyenas.

I couldn't believe my eyes, he was this way of dying, and his death meant that it was also my way of dying, because he represented me in this world. I even began to feel some stomach pain, as if I was feeling the pain of being bitten by a giant hyena. I could imagine his dying struggles, and even hallucinate his screams.

At this moment, my mind went blank, I didn't know what I should do, and I stood looking at the other corpse of me, and I had an indescribable feeling in my heart. I don't know if I should be sad for his loss or glad that there was no one to disguise me. But one thing is clear to me, he is the man of the elder brother, and his existence is to protect me to a certain extent, and I should respect him and thank him.

"Who is this person? The boss's twins?" Wang Jingang looked at the corpse on the ground and asked the old prostitute.

The old prostitute waved his hand at him and told him not to ask, then squatted down, looked carefully at the face of the corpse, turned back to me and said, "It's not a mask, it's a real face."

I nodded, I already knew this, because the little wolf had told me, and I had seen people exactly like me in the surveillance footage, so I wasn't surprised to see another me, and it didn't matter if his face was real or fake, because he had left this world. I just don't think we should meet like this because I have a lot of questions in my mind that I need him to answer for me.

His death may cause me to lose some information, at least I will never know when he started to be me, how many people in this world are still pretending to be me? And what did he do as me? I think this information may have become a mystery with his death. Even if I can see my brother again one day, he won't tell me about these problems with his personality. The only way to figure this out is to start with another me, but there can never be a conversation between us, because he is dead, and his body is right in front of my eyes.

The rain was still falling, and the water around the body was getting more and more, so the old prostitute stood up and asked me, "Do you want to bury him?"

Without even thinking about it, I unfastened my backpack and took out a shovel from inside, and began to dig a hole on the side. I don't know what kind of mood I feel at the moment, it's okay to say sad and angry, and it's not wrong to say indifferent, after all, I have no real blood relationship with the corpse in front of me, so I can't talk about sadness, at best, I just feel sad about his tragic death.

The old prostitute and Wang Jingang also dug with me, and after digging a few times, I stopped, because I suddenly thought of something, and thought that I should go through the clothes pocket of the corpse, and maybe find what I was looking for.

He didn't have a backpack, he didn't have much to carry with him, and he always had a knife in his hand. As I rummaged through his pocket, I realized that he really resembled me, and I couldn't believe it.

If one person looks alike another person, it is not surprising that there are too many such things in the world. But if it's not just the same appearance, even the small features are the same, then it's a little scary. I noticed that he also had a mole on his chest, exactly the same position as mine, and even the same size.

I looked at the mole on the corpse's chest, and at the same time touched the mole on my chest with my hand, and kept swallowing down.

What a terrible scene it was, and if he was still alive, not here, if he was in Fa Chumen, then what he said was what I said, because no one can tell the truth from the false, and all his deeds would be thought to have been done by me.

I kept shaking my head, inwardly resisting this kind of thing. Even I began to wonder how the elder brother had found this person, and I was a little skeptical that the senior brother had ever considered the consequences of being difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake.

Maybe my behavior was a little weird, and it attracted the old prostitute, and he also put down the shovel and came over to look at it, and then said to me, "His mole is on fire."

"How do you know?" I couldn't help but ask.

"He's been dead for a long time, and if it's a scab that comes with his body, it should have been magnified a long time ago." I thought about it for a while, agreed, and the old prostitute continued: "It's not just his mole, the skeleton of his whole body may have undergone surgery."

I didn't understand the old prostitute's words, he explained: "There are people in this world who may look like you, but it is impossible for them to look the same as you." If you look at your size and body shape, they are all the same, I have seen his face, and he has not had surgery, so he must have had bone surgery, otherwise he can't have the same body shape as you. ”

I understood what the old prostitute said, what he meant was that this person was born with the same face as me, but the body shape was not born like mine, he had bone deformation surgery later to get the same body shape as me.

The old prostitute reminded me, "What do you want to hurry up, we don't have time to be sad here."

After the old prostitute finished speaking, I continued to rummage through things, and sure enough, as I expected, he was the one who went to the elder brother's house and stole the recorder. I found the recorder in his trouser pocket, but it wouldn't turn on properly, I don't know if it was out of power or damaged. I wrapped the recorder and put it in my zippered pocket, and then I flipped through it again, and the next things I found were basically useless, I didn't touch them, and put them back in his pocket.

It is not a wise thing to dig a pit on a rainy day, especially when it rains heavily, because no matter how deep the pit is dug, the rain will soon fill the pit. I would have liked to get all the water out and bury another one here, but the old woman said we didn't have that much time. After all, only God knows how long the rain will be, and once the rain stops, the giant hyenas will run out, and we must get out of here while it is raining, and run as far as possible.

In desperation, I didn't pay so much attention to it, so I buried the other me in a hurry.

There is no such thing as a burial ceremony, let alone a tombstone, and of course even if there is, I don't know his real name. I don't know what he did for me and how much he helped me, but the moment I buried him, I had a grateful heart, and I thanked him for his existence and for everything he had done, even though I didn't know what he had done.

Before leaving, I planted an unlit cigarette in front of the grave, the only cigarette I had left.

We continued to walk into the valley, it was impossible to run on a rainy day, especially since the skinny monkey occasionally walked on his own for a while, and occasionally we had to take turns walking on our backs for a while.

I don't know how far we have gone, we have no sense of direction at all, the only thing we know is that we can only go forward, and we can't stop.

The water in the valley is gathering more and more, like a small river, flowing rapidly in one direction. This is not really a river, it is only formed by rain, and the old prostitute suggested that we follow the flow of water, and he thought that the rain in the mountains would eventually flow into the river, so following the flow of water would probably lead us to a certain river.

As we all know, if you get lost in the mountains, you will be able to get out as long as you follow the river. Although we are not lost, it is no different from getting lost, so we can only find a way out according to the method of getting lost.

As I walked along the water, I was thinking about what Cao Daring said, and it seemed that not all of what he said to me was false, at least he said that there was a person who was exactly like me who had entered the gate, and this sentence was true. I just don't know if what he said about the senior brother is true or not?

I was thinking about things in my heart, so I was a little distracted, and I didn't look up to look at the road, and I bumped into the old prostitute as I walked, which scared the old prostitute into a shock.

"As for it? Scared like this. ”

As soon as I finished speaking, the old prostitute made a gesture to me not to speak, and then motioned for me to look ahead.

When I looked forward, I found that everyone's flashlights were turned off, and I thought that their flashlights were out of power, and I took out the flashlights and was about to turn them on, but I was stopped by the old prostitute.

Although it was already dark, I could still see it clearly at close range, and I saw that the old prostitute's expression was a little strange, and she always used her eyes to prompt me to look ahead.

I wiped the rain from my face and looked ahead, only to see a dark figure in front of me, as if a person was standing there, and this person seemed to be facing us.