This is a road paved by darkness, but when two people walk, it seems to shine on each other, reflecting a dazzling light.

Under the light, they began to walk towards another passage, and after entering, they finally came to the final passage into the main burial chamber.

Here, no one had a way out, the patriarch put the drawing under the light and illuminated it with infrared rays, and then in the darkness, a part of the drawings woven with red stripes appeared.

"Once you have determined your choice now, it is impossible and there is no chance to change again until the end of the plan!"

The man nodded, looked at the map together, and began to seal the burial chamber.

"It's a huge project, it's a contract, that's the beginning, it's the beginning.

"Until no one remembers that the man who should have died in the tunnel, he was actually alive, and he lived to this point in the way of another person!

"Until I found his secret and died in our hands, then you should know who this story belongs to!"

At the end of the letter, I was left with such a question, and I can actually understand that it is not a coincidence at all.

Daoist Yin's father was actually the one they killed, so when they read these contents, they contacted Elder Song and Daoist Yin successively.

Now it seems that all this is not a coincidence, but the bones that Yin Dao Chang brought back from the embedded path are not the person he is looking for.

This is really providential!

I shook my head, feeling as if I had woken up from a dream, my consciousness hadn't yet reacted, and I didn't know how to get out of the story.

Maybe it's not wrong, some people are alive and some people are dead, and they all stick to their choices and commitments.

The letter was very long, and it was already noon when I read it, but when I put it away, I didn't know who to talk to.

I have the heart to reply to this person, and ask what the other party has done in the most direct words, but when I pick up the pen, I don't know where to start?

Or I should have asked, like, "How did you do it, where did you get those scales?" and so on, but as soon as I wrote it, I felt inappropriate, and finally put down my pen.

I put the pieces of paper back down, rubbing my temples and wondering what I was going to do, tell the others?

No, I'm afraid things will only get worse if I do that, but I should have stayed out of this matter, because the whole thing has nothing to do with me, I just need to ask about it, and that's fine.

However, if Yin Daochang knew about it, what would he do, and what would he think?

No, no! I should keep these things from others, so that I can get in touch with them and continue without outsiders interfering!

I breathed a sigh of relief before writing on the paper again, "I know this, but it has happened, and none of us can change it, including yourself, and now we can only mourn for those people." Maybe this is the time that pushes each of us, constantly moving forward, and it is impossible to look back at the past! ”

At this point, I should talk about something in the story, but after thinking about it, I am afraid that the other party will suspect that I have involved Daoist Yin, so that the contact will not be terminated.

After hesitating, I finally wrote, "I hope you can reply to me as soon as possible after receiving the letter!" ”

Lying on the bed, while eating lunch, Liu Ran asked me how I felt, and I said okay, it seems that the needles have not been in vain in the past few days.

After eating, Liu Ran packed up his things, picked up the bag of herbs casually, and was about to throw them out together, but I stopped him.

The other party paused, looked at me, and seemed to stop talking, but in the end he didn't say anything and dropped the thing.

"Okay, you take a break, and Dr. Zhang will come to see you later, if you have any questions about those Chinese medicines, you can ask him."

I nodded, and when I saw Liu Ran away, I didn't expect the so-called Dr. Zhang in her mouth, but hoped that the old Chinese medicine doctor would come over.

But I waited boredly, and I took out the letter again, thinking about whether I should write something more, when suddenly there was a knock on the door, and a man's voice came from outside.

When I heard that it was Dr. Zhang, I immediately put away the letter and said, Come in.

Dr. Zhang came in and greeted me, holding a headband-like metal object in his hand.

"Your complexion looks much better!" Dr. Zhang sat down next to me and looked at my face a few times.

"Are you here, what's the matter?"

The other party showed me what was in his hand, "This is a small brainwave sensor, which can continuously sense your brainwave situation, and can also accurately feedback to us about the abnormal nerves in your brain." ”

I sighed, and after taking it, I realized that this thing was very textured, cool to the touch, and I could still feel the kind of traces similar to circuit boards from above, but they were all very small.

On the inner ring of the headband, I felt a lot of strange patterns, and along those patterns, I found several metal sensor patches.

Holding it in my hand, I looked around a few times, and found that there were some places in it with the reflection of that kind of metal, and it was probably linked to a few sensor patches in the inner ring.

The feeling on my head is very strange, when I shake my head slightly, it is like the Monkey King's tight hoop, completely fitting on the top of the head, I am afraid it is not easy to pick it up.

"How does it feel?"

I tried to touch it, lay down again, shook my head, and finally muttered, "It feels weird!" ”

Dr. Zhang then continued, "It may be uncomfortable at first, but it will be fine after a while!" ”

I nodded, and then I heard the other person say, "We need to make a real-time observation of your brain, about one to two weeks, and make a temporary assessment based on the observation, to see if you can be able to trigger that abnormal nervous response under the normal situation of your brain without being affected by the outside world, if you are under the safety curve, you can be discharged, if there are other conditions, you can notify us, or return to the hospital." ”

I nodded, "I'm smothered here!" But I don't feel how serious it is. ”

The other party smiled, "Things are not as simple as they sound, what you have in your head may be able to push us and this society to a new level, or it may bring a disaster to yourself!" So you have to think about it."

"If that's the case, the price to pay may be even greater, and sometimes, change isn't necessarily all good!"

"Perhaps!" After Dr. Zhang finished speaking, I was about to leave, but I suddenly remembered something, and immediately said, "Wait a minute, Dr. Zhang, can you help check the ingredients of those herbs?" ”

The other party turned around, glanced at the stool, didn't say anything, nodded, and left with the packets of Chinese medicine.

Not long after Dr. Zhang left, the old Chinese medicine doctor pushed the door open with a smile and walked in, and without saying anything, he took the letter in my hand and walked out.

But at this time, my mobile phone suddenly rang, and the other party immediately looked back when he heard it.

But soon left again.

I answered the phone and fed a few times, but strangely, no one spoke, I looked down at the caller number and saw that it was an unfamiliar number, and it was not eleven.

This may be a call from a communication station, or it may be because the signal from the hospital is not good, so after being connected, the other party's voice cannot be transmitted.

I hung up the phone, and I guess it was probably from the insurance company, or maybe some salesperson.

After putting down my phone, I looked at the book again, and this more than a week of inpatient observation was like the words in the book, one by one, piled up into Bodo.

Only those letters have become new outside the story, and I have been connected with that person in this ancient way, but without interfering with each other, and the content mentioned in the letters is all unrelated to us.

There may be some related to us, but those are just a few words.

During this time, I seemed to have stepped back for decades all at once, from the initial discomfort, to the gradual anticipation, and finally the complete acquaintance with this person.

Our topic has given up the original purpose of fixing the self, but sometimes, we make conjectures about certain content, and I really want to be the kind of game that the masked man played for us.

But I didn't say anything about this person, and the only time the old man who delivered the letter was bumped into by Liu Ran, I also scolded and drove him away.

However, the next day, the man came on time, and did not stay for a second after delivering the letter.

For the friends in the letters, in addition to being able to better understand the events they described to me, I also improved my handwriting skills.

Time will always make us ignore some things when we are familiar with some things, maybe my condition is one of them.

I would often take that headband and walk around the ward, thinking about how to explain what I wanted to ask and what I wanted to answer in the most coherent sentences.

But then, I was worried that if I said too much, it would make him feel too long-winded, and he would confuse the meaning.

Therefore, the plan of reading books every day has also been indifferent, so I have studied my phrasing a lot, but I have thought about it for too long, and when I take a pen to write, I feel that the writing is not thorough enough, and it seems that something is always missing.