I tried to get closer to the place, but there was another voice around me, a familiar strange laugh, and when I looked back again, I saw the mottled face, the features almost twisted together.

Red blood flowed past it, and the head shook violently a few times, and then the body jumped up, like a sudden explosion of blood monkey, towards the glowing place.

There was nothing there, and when I turned the flashlight, I saw only the red figure jumping around in place.

But just then, another figure walked beside me, and when it came up to me, I felt a chill rush over my face, and then my body shivered uncontrollably.

The feeling of falling into an ice cave quickly penetrated my pores and blocked my subjective consciousness from all sides, and this situation is all too familiar.

That strange snake has three heads, and the people in that stone cave now have three kinds of mortal appearances, from birth to death, people will always look at people with various faces, and they also play a variety of identities in their long lives.

However, these identities are not permanent, because they cannot be without debts, and it is impossible to pay off everything in a short life or decades.

And what is left behind is the obsession in the heart, so that you can never be freed, trapped here, so that you can split into different forms, and each has to pay back.

It is possible to obtain the body, to obtain the self, and the pure soul, the senseless self is also a kind, and the final thing is to leave the body of oneself, the bones of death.

Maybe along the way, I can see that they all killed the male duck throat because I collected the bones for it, or maybe the person moved the mask on it.

I thought about this, but the coldness in my body kept coming, and I tried to get rid of them again, but after the struggle, I was very tired.

The temperature is constantly dropping, and even my heart is about to freeze, and my body's perception seems to be withdrawn, becoming like it.

I don't know if it's assimilating me, or if it needs to take something from me that it needs, maybe that's death, maybe that's what it means to prove itself.

But I knew that I couldn't give it to him, so I tried to keep my sanity, but my eyes reflected some brilliant images, and the surroundings became quieter and quieter, and even the footsteps of the bloody man were disappearing.

At this moment, I think of who the person is, and I don't know who is the person who can resist the cold in my heart with me, because what I see is someone else, a friend, but not a family member.

They're all on their own tracks, and I don't want to bother and can't bother! And I kept standing there, looking at them in all directions, maybe feeling for them, maybe sad for them, like the giant snake.

It may be a sad thing to be able to see everyone but not yourself, but who can call the shots and change all that?

We are not God, yes, we can't control anything, the only way is to persevere, or to seek, to find people like ourselves.

My body was getting colder and colder, and I was almost unconscious, but it was in this near-life and death that I saw the light.

The light was blinding, but I didn't dodge it, and I was approaching it unconsciously, but I knew that it was not me who was moving around, but by other external forces.

All the neurons in the brain are dormant, and the only thing that can still feel a glimmer of hope is a vague consciousness of oneself.

When I walked into the light, I felt something gloomy again, and it was beside me, but I couldn't detect it, as if something was blocking it.

I struggled hard, but to no avail, because my body was involuntary, and I vaguely felt that I was touching the light, but there was no temperature in the halo, it was not sunlight, it was not light.

My body was numb, and I was controlled by something else when I moved, and all I could feel now was as if I was opening something.

But at this moment, a faint voice came from behind, and the voice scolded me in short words, stopping the self who couldn't help himself.

However, a chill spread over me, and I didn't understand what it was saying, but the voice still rang from time to time, trying to stop me, and it grew louder and louder.

The threat came from behind, but I couldn't control anything, and I couldn't stop it, until another person suddenly came over.

In an instant, I felt my body tremble rapidly, and then, the coldness in my body quickly drained away, and then I slowly came back to my senses, but unconsciously trembled a few times

When I looked back, I saw the masked man standing next to me, holding my arm from behind with both hands.

"You ......" I was about to open my mouth when I saw that it was it, but as soon as I said a word, my tongue was choked by a burst of coldness, and I couldn't speak.

The other man stared at me coldly, his eyes seemed to tremble, I don't know if he is like me now, maybe he is in a much better situation than me, because I can hear a word between his teeth.

"Get out of this ......" When I put my ear close to his lips, I heard these words, and when I was about to leave, I saw that my arm had been grabbed by the other party.

I tried to push somewhere else, but I felt like I was fixed here, left and right, front and back.

I have to find a way to get out, but what can I do now? When I was put on my body, I knew best that in this case, it was impossible to keep the masked man awake, and with his current strength, it was strange that I could break free.

After thinking about it, my hand was suddenly pulled up by the other party, and then I was forcibly pushed over by the other party.

It was the coffin, and two half-open doors were in front of me, and I looked at him, and I felt that the masked man pushed my arm with a strong force, blindly opening the door in front of me.

I felt awkward, like a puppet, but because the other party's strength was too strong, I had no chance to resist.

The arm is uncontrollable, but I won't be obedient, and although I don't know what the purpose of the thing is here, the masked man asked me to leave to prevent the thing from approaching here, and there must be a reason for that.

I tried to put my hands into fists to compete with the strength in my arms, but it only slowed him down a bit, and there was no other use.

After the door was opened, I was almost pushed by him, but after standing firm, a thought suddenly flashed through my mind, and then I laughed evilly, and violently ate all my strength on his arm, so that my body hung in the air, and used my own weight to pull him down, maybe I could see hope.

But I tried, and I succeeded, and I managed to transfer my strength to him, but it turned out to be so disappointing that my own weight was simply not enough to support his hands to the limit.

And now, I was like a part hanging from his hand, unable to control myself, and could only be carried in by him.

Seeing that this was not working, I immediately stood on the ground again, and tried to move to the right and left, even to the opposite place with all my might.

But the body was still dragged forward, and in the coffin, its strength seemed to be a little greater than before, like a dying person, when he saw hope, suddenly burst out of power.

In this case, I was obviously not enough on my own, so I immediately kicked the masked man a few times, hoping that he would react, but his whole body was frozen into ice, and there was a place where I could wake up.

Still, I'm still trying to compete with it, and I'm wondering what this thing is for. Is this his ultimate goal? And what's in the coffin?

If he opened the coffin, it would have happened, perhaps it would also be an oval stone, and in the light it would have shown many stripes.

As soon as I thought of this, I felt that my memory was in a trance, and the stripes under the light inadvertently corresponded to something else at this time.

I looked at the Masked Man, looked into his gaze, and the last thing that came to my mind was...... The head, a way of thinking, could it be the mind of the dead in this coffin?

The idea that the light shines on different contours from different directions, as if it were oneself, and from different directions, different results can be thought of.

Each outcome is connected because they all have a common fulcrum, and when I pull the direction away, I look at the other person.

That kind of eye contact is also a mutual attraction, just like in the dark, when you think you are alone, and suddenly you see another person, you will definitely walk towards this person, no matter who he is? As long as it is a life form like yourself, you can make the loneliness in the darkness fade and echo in the darkness.

That attraction also comes from loneliness and despair, when we are in a state of extreme lack of self-awareness, and we need the intervention of others.

These, but they seem to make me think of many, more complex content, and the body also falls into the huge space built by those stripes, and I can't get out.

Remembering those streaks, I closed my eyes, but I was unconsciously brought to the coffin by it, and when I came back to my senses with great nervousness, I realized a chill coming from my arm, and I shivered from the cold.