The light of the sky spreads out to the surroundings, and we sit on the stones, look up at the sky, and put in this lantern everything that is either memories, confusion, or unsolved.

At nine o'clock, everyone left one after another, and the mountain gradually became quiet, and I felt that it was very cool here, so I wanted to stay a little longer.

Lying on the rocks, the mountain breeze came out, I felt a burst of comfort, I couldn't help but yawn, and when I looked at my watch again, I found that it was already ten o'clock.

Before I knew it, time flew by, and I stretched and sat up from the rock, but when I looked back, I was the only one around.

The heart said, "Why didn't they call me when they left?" Then I got up and was about to go down the mountain, but I had just taken a few steps when I heard a strange bell ringing.

The sound was so crisp that I felt a little strange when I heard it, and when I looked around me, there was no one.

After thinking about it, I still had the courage to chase after the voice, and I followed the voice all the way, and I walked on a rugged path, and the surrounding scenery was swallowed up by darkness, and people were extremely careful, as if they were going to fall down at any moment.

The ringing was not fast, I used my mobile phone to light the way, while chasing forward, there was no light in front of me, I really don't know how the ringtone appeared.

The trail was completely different from the one we had been up the hill before, with a lot of trees, and it seemed to go around the village.

I followed the bell for a long time, and finally saw a light flickering not far away, and when I peeled off the trees and walked briskly past, I was surprised to find that this clearing was actually in front of the grave of the deceased.

Now in front of the tombstone, there is a person with his back to me, burning something, I think it may be a friend of the deceased, but because I came late, I didn't make it in time to see the deceased for the last time, so I came to pay my respects now.

But I've seen people pay tribute to the dead, and they usually say something, especially this kind of old people, who usually say some memories.

But this person just put paper money in the brazier unhappily, but he didn't hear him say a word.

Seeing this, I slowed down my pace, and my mind was full of possibilities, if this person had befriended the deceased, and even came to worship in the middle of the night, would he know the secret that the deceased had said?

However, on second thought, if this person was an old acquaintance of the deceased, he might also be in that postcard, but why was he not found by the murderer?

Or does this person know the murderer, and after receiving the news of the deceased, he has a premonition and has been avoiding the murderer, so he did not show up during the day and did not come out until now.

It's always hard for me to convince myself of what to believe, so it's up to me to find out who this person is.

Although I don't remember the faces of all the people in that photo, I still have some impressions of the few people who were close to the deceased.

Although more than ten years have passed, there will always be something that has not changed! As long as I can see the person's appearance, I should be able to know his identity.

"Hey!" As soon as I greeted him, I suddenly felt a strangeness, and subconsciously took a step back, and inexplicably had an illusion in my heart, could this person be Qianqian?

She appeared in Yunnan, or she would appear here, and then she would lead me here with a bell.

And it's still night, and it's another personality of hers, and I really don't know what will happen.

Nervously waiting, the other party finally slowly turned around, but what broke my double guess was that this person was wearing a metal mask.

"You're here!" He said to me, his eyes looked at me repeatedly, and finally said, "I didn't find the wrong person, it's you, and then!" ”

Before I understood what he meant, I saw him throw something casually, I subconsciously reached out and took it, and found that it was actually a bag, I touched it, and felt that there was a metal object inside.

"Who are you? How did you come here, and who asked you to give me this thing? ”

"You have a lot of questions, but I can't give you all the answers, all I can say is that I'm helping you, which is also one of the purposes of coming here, as for the things inside, it's what it asked me to give you!"

As he spoke, the man looked up and pointed to the tombstone, with the obvious meaning that the deceased had asked him to hand it over to me.

"When did he inform you, and do you know the deceased? When did you meet? ”

The man looked back, "It's just an old thing, don't talk about it, he already knew he was going to die!" ”

I looked at the things in my hand, then at the person, and finally I only lost the sentence, "Thank you!" ”

On the way back, I was still thinking about the person just now, listening to the voice, he should be not young, but unfortunately I didn't see his true face, and I don't know if it was the person in the postcard.

Since this person doesn't want to tell me his identity, it should be out of the relationship of the deceased, the deceased was killed, and the murderer was also secretly snooping, if he said too much, I am afraid that he will follow in the footsteps of the deceased.

But I can be sure that this person is friend or foe, but I can't find out who he is, which makes people a little tangled.

After all, anyone around me could have something to do with the murderer, and if I wanted to find out the identity of this person, I had to go through them.

Thinking of this, I walked back one foot deep and one foot shallow, because it was dark, and it was a mountain road, so it was easy to make a mistake without anyone to guide me.

However, my sense of direction is fine, and if I feel like I'm going off track, I look up at the moon and stars.

Using the mountains as a reference, the stars around me were enough to show me the way.

But even so, I walked for more than an hour, and finally saw the gray and yellow village in the distance, and it was already past eleven o'clock at this time, so everyone must have rested.

Based on my memories of the day, I went back to the house where we were staying, knocked on the door, and shouted inside, but no one answered for a long time.

Taking a few steps back, I looked inside from the top of the wall and found that it was all black holes, and there was no intention of leaving a door for me.

With that in mind, I called Baizhou, and after a while, I saw the lights in the house come on, followed by the sound of the door opening.

A few minutes later, the door was opened, and when Baizhou saw me, his face changed, and he asked in a cold voice, "Who are you?!" ”

"I ......" looked at him, I was at a loss, "Baizhou, are you okay?" Why don't you even know me? ”

Seeing me ask, the other party became even more nervous, "Haven't you already come back with us?" How to ......"

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Ran also walked out of another room and asked who it was? I didn't sleep in the middle of the night, but I was shocked when I saw me.

I also felt goosebumps all over my body about their statement, "I said, don't scare me, I've always been in the mountains, why don't you come back and don't say a word to me?" ”

Baizhou frowned, "Impossible, we came back together, there can't be anything wrong with this!" ”

As he spoke, he stared at me a few more times, "Our custom here is that you can't go home at the same time during the funeral, have you heard of it?" ”

Of course, I didn't know about this custom, but just as I was about to ask again, Baizhou didn't say a word, turned around and walked to another room.

That room, which was originally reserved for me, was now sleeping in my own room, as they said, that I had already returned with them.

I watched as the door of the house was pushed open, and then the light was turned on, but no sound came out, and the room was very silent, and no one lived in it.

When Baizhou returned, he had a handful of lime in his hand and sprinkled it on me a few times before letting me in and going with him to my house to see the "man" they had brought back.

I was a little apprehensive, and when we entered the room, we only found an empty bed, but we were sure that there must have been someone here before, because the bed was released.

I don't understand what all this is about, and neither do they, but Baizhou suspects that it was the dirty things in the mountains that came back with them before, or the lonely ghosts who had been recruited because of the funeral, and came to grab things from the dead.

Although there were many people here, I couldn't help but shiver, thinking that I was lying alone on the mountain, and my heart was afraid for a while.

Baizhou also said that when they came back, he actually vaguely felt that something was wrong with that person, but he thought that it might be because he was going to the tomb, thinking that I was a little nervous, so he didn't ask much.

When I think about it now, it's creepy, because the thing around me just learned something about me in our relationship, so it turned into me.

Listening to what he said, I felt very unusual, because I didn't know if it was a coincidence; I was the only one who encountered this kind of thing, so I stayed alone on the mountain and followed the bell to find the "clue".

If all this was arranged by someone, including this "ghost" they brought back, it is likely that it is also related to the person I met in front of the gravestone of the deceased.

With this in mind, I took out the bag and told Baizhou what had happened to me on the mountain.

He also felt unbelievable when he heard it, but he took the bag, untied the bag, and took out a palm-sized sign from inside.

Holding the sign, Baizhou's face was cloudy, and I asked him what it was, but he didn't answer, and after a long while, he said, "This is the key in the hand of the deceased!" ”

After he said this, I was shocked to find that on the front of this sign, there were six water droplets clustered together, and in the middle of the water droplets, a large ancient text was written.

If you look at the back of the sign, it's all intersecting shapes, like parts of a map.

Holding the sign, Baizhou didn't speak again for a long time, as if he was lost in thought, and I was thinking about its origin.

Daoist Yin promised us before that he would give us a chance to go to the grave, could it be that person Daoist Yin?

But if it's him, why do you still wear a mask, we've already made things clear to him, do we need to hide anything?

But on second thought, maybe this person is not Yin Daochang, nor is he a murderer, but really a friend of the deceased, and the relationship is even more complicated than we imagined.

A long time ago, when the deceased had a premonition that something would happen to him, he gave the sign to the masked man in order to protect his key.

Later, he either knew our intentions, or even confessed before he died, so the other party showed up and gave us something?

Thinking like this, he could barely make sense, but when he came back to his senses and looked at Baizhou again, he had already put away his things, picked up his mobile phone, and dialed a number.

But I know that the signal here is very bad, there is only a three-bar signal, so Baizhou dialed it several times before it finally got through.

But I don't know what they said, the only speculation is that this man, probably the Prophet.

Sitting in my room, I really couldn't sleep, not to mention the stuffiness in the room, and the thought that I might be asleep here with something I was not familiar with, even before I entered the door, it was still here, and it made me difficult to close my eyes for a long time.

I had a lot of thoughts in my heart, and I tossed and turned for a long time before I finally fell asleep, but there was often the sound of mosquitoes buzzing in my ears.

There was no wind in the room, but I could vaguely feel a chill coming from below, as if there was a piece of cold ice under the bed, which was constantly emitting a pleasant cold air.

This feeling lasted for a long time, and I could even feel its presence when I was awakened by a banging on the door.

So as soon as I got up, I noticed that my neck was stiff, probably stiff, and I moved my shoulders to open the door.

It was Jiang Yuchen who broke in, looking at my appearance, and asked about last night's incident, I briefly said a few perfunctory words, glanced at the time again, and asked Baizhou if he was awake, and he replied that everyone is up, just waiting for you.

I nodded helplessly, and said that you are wide hearted and sleep comfortably, but I have only slept for less than five or six hours, and I am still a little sleepy.

After packing up my things, I asked them to wait for me for a few minutes, brushed my teeth again, and went to meet them!