"Human?" Xiao He was puzzled, he only thought that there must be a cause in his ears, and now he heard such strange words.

After all, this place doesn't look like there are living people, and it's amazing that there isn't a ghost popping up in this place.

"Young Master." The old man turned his head, stared at him for a while, and said vaguely as if he had just woken up, "You heard it right, it is the creation of man." ”

The old man walked in front, slowly step by step, slower than a snail, the crutches made a "tuk tuk" sound on the ground, and Xiao He's heart also followed up and down.

The demonic spirit and the ghost shadow are all his impressions of this place.

"Squeak!" With a loud bang, the door marked "Skull" was opened with a dull smell of decay.

A cloud of cold air suddenly burst out of the air and enveloped him, as if countless ghosts were whispering to him, and he looked around nervously, but he didn't see anyone other than the old man.

"Old, old man, have you heard anyone talk?"

"Talk?" The old man looked at him puzzled, stopped to listen, and finally shook his head, "Young master, you heard it wrong, there is no one here." ”

"But, maybe!" Xiao He nodded, but the cold sweat on his forehead came out, and he followed the old man closely this time.

This is a bottomless corridor, and only the footsteps of two people sound slowly in the empty space.

"Old man, where is this?"

For some reason, this place made his heart tense inexplicably, as if this place was his nemesis.

It's not a good feeling.

"Young Master." The old man's voice is always so calm, as if he has seen through life and death. "Ahead, ahem, we're almost there."

"Oh." Xiao He nodded indifferently, seeing the old man's hand pressed on the stone wall on one side under the reflection of the dim and unknown fire fold.

"Wow!" There was a loud bang, and a blinding flash of bright light shot out of the wall. Immediately afterwards, Xiao He's eyes lit up, and an open space as big as a basketball court appeared in front of him, but he saw that his eyes suddenly opened up.

It is a cave with light bulbs hanging above the cave, illuminating the entire cave as bright as daylight.

He looked at the old man in amazement, this was clearly someone had hollowed out the entire mountain, and then thought of the "skull" logos he had seen before.

Xiao He suddenly realized.

Here, Mo wasn't Uncle Geng's secret base before, and the previous one was killed by Uncle Geng because he discovered this secret?

"Young Master, please." When Xiao He gradually adapted to the strong light, the old man began to lead the way again.

"Oh." Xiao He looked around in surprise, it was very empty, but there were small doors embedded in the wall one after another, and the small doors were also printed with one weird "skull" after another.

Is it dangerous again? He thought.

The old man stood in the middle of the "basketball court", his eyes moving on the small doors, as if he was discerning the way forward. After a long time, his gaze finally stopped, and the person also walked towards the door.

Xiao He noticed that the door was a little different from the others, although it was far away, he could still notice that there seemed to be a bloody handprint and a skull overlapping on the door.

"Why are there so many doors here?" He was looking for a topic, firstly, because he wanted to set up the old man's words, and secondly, because of the awe in his heart, he couldn't help but ask a few more questions.

"Door?" The old man stopped and was stunned, looked at the dense small door attached to the cave and coughed a few times, "Each door has the function of each door, young master, those are not things you need to pay attention to." ”

"So what do I need to worry about?" He followed the old man's words.

The old man looked at him for a long time, but he didn't answer but prevaricated with another question, "Young master, are you drinking?" ”

"Don't drink it." He instinctively shook his head. Cigarettes, alcohol, such things, Uncle Geng won't let him touch them, but-

He suddenly thought of Uncle Geng, who suddenly appeared that day, and it seemed that this day had not been peaceful since Uncle Geng's appearance, and he had passed two new years.

Two junior nines? The third self? If Uncle Geng really has the power to travel through time, then can he understand that Uncle Geng killed himself in the other two time and space?

So, Uncle Geng, who I saw that day, actually came to report the news?

He didn't really want to kill himself? In other words, I will meet Uncle Geng here? So is it possible for yourself to ask the truth of all this?

A series of question marks filled his mind, and Xiao He looked at the old man's background more and more puzzled.

So who could he be? And what role did he play in the process of killing himself?

The more I thought about it, the more I thought about it, and the awe I had hidden in my heart before became even more at this moment.

The cold air in the air seemed to be a little more grand, and despite his doubts, he still followed the old man in.

He may hesitate about other things, but Uncle Geng's matter, Mu Qiqi's matter, no matter what the price is, he must find the truth. And this truth may be right in front of you.

What came into view was still an empty field, the pale walls painted in the empty field of vision looked unusually dazzling, and the air was filled with a strong smell of disinfectant water.

This is surprising.

There are several huge cabinets in front of you that are "whining", and the scarlet indicator lights are in stark contrast with the white in the eyes.

It's just that this is so remote that it is uninhabited Jackdaw Ridge, and the power has been cut off for several years, right? There are so many light bulbs, and now they are such high-power electrical appliances, what are these people dormant here for?

Creating man? Is it really this ridiculous reason?

There was another burst of cold air, and it was the old man who opened the cabinet.

"Young Master, please." The old man pointed to the freezer and motioned for Xiao He to go in.

"Old man." His expression was a little nervous, after all, no matter how you look at the temperature inside, you can freeze people to death. "You, you're not mistaken, are you?"

"Young Master, let's go in!" The old man looked at him with a kind expression, as if this was just a drop in the bucket for him, and it was not something difficult to do.

Xiao He saw that he insisted on this, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth and get in, and at this moment he suddenly heard a faint cough in the freezer. His feet rested on the side of the cabinet door, and he looked inside, as if a person was sitting faintly.

He also stopped hesitating, "Ahem, young master, it's okay." ”

"Old man, there's a person inside." Xiao He was afraid that he didn't hear it, so he deliberately reminded.

"Young master, it's okay." The old man had originally planned to get into another cabinet, but when he saw him stop, he didn't seem to be afraid and came over.

However, he didn't comfort Xiao He, but gave Xiao He a dagger.

"This, this ......" Xiao He looked at him puzzled.

"Young Master, kill him." The old man was a very stubborn man, and when he saw that he didn't speak, he kept holding his hand and letting him hold the dagger.

"Why?" Xiao He never thought that he would kill people by following this old man.

"If you don't kill him, he will kill you sooner or later." The old man looked at him very seriously, and sighed helplessly when he saw that Xiao He was still unmoved. "If the old man is younger, these trivial things naturally don't need to be done by the young master."

"Alas!" He shook his head helplessly, and turned his head to walk towards the other freezer door that had been opened. "Young master, he's not human."

"It's not a person, what is it?" His heart tightened, and he always felt that what awaited him was a very disgusting answer.

"He's another you." The old man closed the door, but the voice still echoed in his ears, "It's an incompletely evolved lifeform, an artificial person with a chaotic memory. If you want to live, ahem, you have to kill him. ”

"Don't kill?"

"You're going to die."

"And what am I?"

"Young Master." The voice became quieter and quieter, and the old man seemed to have gone away.