My heart was pounded by an invisible hand, and I grabbed his arm, stretched my neck and urged him to take it. Zhang Siyuan slapped my hand down and pulled out the small black leather-surfaced, half-palm-sized notepad. The wear and tear of the leather surface is a little serious.,The corners are broken and yellowed.,The whole book feels soft and easy to fold.,It should be because it's been used for too long.。

He glanced at the dried blood on his skin and hurriedly flipped it open. The man's handwriting was ugly, the font was crooked and a little pen, and we could only squint our eyes and point at them word by word. This is a diary, and each page records the trivial things of life and my own feelings. But what bothered me the most was that this guy didn't even write a date, and there was nothing related to the era in his diary, so I couldn't know if he was from that era.

The two of us huddled together head to head, page by page, for a long time, and learned some basic information about this person. He was in his twenties, living in some embarrassment, working on a construction site, and was not yet married. He had very little interpersonal contact, no relatives or friends, only a man surnamed Zhang, who was about the same age as him, who he knew in society, would occasionally ask him to go to his house for dinner, and he liked a little boy of four or five years old in that person's family.

Zhang Siyuan was a little impatient, flipped a few pages back, and sighed: "Why is it all this kind of running account, this guy won't write such meaningless words until he is about to die, right?" ”

I flipped to the last few pages, glanced at it a few times, and said in a deep voice, "No, it's the wrong number of pages we read." Listen to me read him to you: I don't think Lao Zhang will lie to me. He said that there are treasures in the deep mountains and old forests, and I think I will definitely not return empty-handed on this trip. It's not normal if there's nothing in this big forest. As long as she has money, then she will definitely change her mind, and I can buy her a house and a car...... Oh, by the way, when I have money, I must thank Lao Zhang, how can I thank him? Why don't you invite his little guy to Beijing to play around and eat a few meals? ”

He raised his eyebrows with interest and said, "This guy's fate is really miserable, he has no woman and no money, and he lost his life here." But when it comes to KFC, it brings back memories to me, do you remember when it entered China? ”

I shook my head: "I forgot, maybe when I was four or five years old?" For some reason, reading the diary written by this man always felt a little familiar, as if there was always such a person who came to my house for dinner when I was a child, and I liked him a lot. ”

He disagreed: "It's normal, I remember such a person when I was a child." You read on. ”

I scratched the back of my head blankly, turned a few more pages back, and said, "These articles are all about the experience of trekking in the woods, there is nothing to see, and there is no mention of anyone else in them except Lao Zhang and 'she'. ”

He snatched it impatiently, directly opened the cover on the back, and said with a light in his eyes: "I finally found the treasure, a big box of real money!" If you put it on the market, you can definitely buy a lot of money...... Lao Zhang said that he wanted to climb the tree to see if there would be anything good on it, he was urging me, my trip was really not in vain! ”

He smacked his lips and said, "The last few sentences are extremely sloppy, obviously written haphazardly in a hurry and excitement. No wonder we didn't find those good things, I guess they were all taken away by Lao Zhang. Do you think it is possible that they put the map, and is it possible that this person was killed by Lao Zhang? ”

The question marks in my head squeezed out one after another, mixed with that unfamiliar sense of familiarity, and made a mess of my brain. I rubbed my chin and collected my thoughts, "I always felt that the whole thing was wrong. What is written in the diary should have happened more than twenty years ago, and although this corpse has accumulated a lot of ash and is very decomposed, it definitely does not look like it has been left for more than twenty years. Daxinganling also has spring and summer, and it should have only a skeleton left. But I think this body is just like it's been here for a month or two. ”

Zhang Siyuan looked at me with a frown, and I muttered, "More than twenty years ago, someone knew the news that there was a treasure here, came and found the treasure. And more than 20 years later, Uncle Lu told us that there was a treasure here, but we only found the map...... I always felt that Uncle Lu's news would not be so ill-informed. mentioned Lao Zhang in the diary, who is Lao Zhang, about the same age as him, in his twenties, and has a four or five-year-old child at home, this, this is really like our family. ”

He stared at me with two eyes without blinking and said, "You mean that Lao Zhang is Uncle Lu?" ”

I hurriedly shook my head and waved my hand, "Maybe it's a coincidence, I don't want 10,000." I'm just telling my own speculation. ”

He let out a long sigh and looked down at his diary again. I stared blankly at the tree, wondering if all this had something to do with the giant tree. While I was thinking wildly, I suddenly heard Zhang Siyuan whisper in surprise, and I hurriedly turned my head to see that he was holding a color photo about the size of a notebook in his hand.

His face was pale, his eyes were round, and he stammered and pointed to it: "This, I look very familiar with this person...... "

My brain buzzed and I rushed forward, but I almost fell due to the unstable center of gravity. He grabbed my shaking body and whispered, "You'd better take a few deep breaths before looking." ”

I couldn't hear anything anymore, and my heart was beating like it was going to explode. I snatched the photo rudely, and only glanced at it, and the two young faces and the other one grimaced, the immature faces were deeply engraved in my mind.

In an instant, countless vague memories emerged from the corners, their backs to me, hazy and dusty, and I could only grasp the corners of their clothes in vain. Indeed, there was such a person when I was a child. His appearance is too vague, I only remember that he seems to be surnamed Li, he is very good to me, and will buy me spicy noodles to eat.

The background in the photo is all too familiar to me, the jujube trees in the small courtyard, the green creeper crawling on the old wall tiles, and the two rattan chairs with polished handrails. But why, are the two smiling young men sitting on a wicker chair so strange? I breathed heavily, buried my head and looked carefully, the person sitting on the left was indeed Uncle Lu when he was young, and his eyebrows and eyes would not be wrong. The boy standing in the middle grimacing, dirty like a mud monkey was indeed me, and I was very impressed with the clothes he was wearing. But...... I just can't remember who the dark-skinned, smiling little cheeky guy in the middle was, with his hands on my shoulder.

Zhang Siyuan saw that my face was pale, and my lips were squirming for a long time and I couldn't spit out a word, so he persuaded me: "Don't think about it if you can't think about it for the time being, after finding Uncle Lu, you will know everything when you ask him if he doesn't know." ”

My heart suddenly contracted violently, and I said sluggishly: "No, this photo can't be seen by Uncle Lu." Didn't Uncle Lu introduce him to this trip? He did get the treasure, but why did he die here? I remember the last sentence he wrote was that Lao Zhang asked him to climb the tree to have a look. ”

Zhang Siyuan's expression became extremely ugly, he stared at me in disbelief, and then moved his gaze to the large blood stain on the corpse's chest. I had goosebumps all over my body, and I could barely look directly at the corpse. Obviously trying to stop himself from thinking nonsense, but one chilling thought after another kept pouring out of his heart.

He swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, staggered and crouched, unbuttoned the corpse's shirt, and a highly decomposed wound appeared in front of me. I don't want to describe what it looks like, it was a real nightmare for me. I watched as he used his sharp knife to pluck away the carrion, and a circular wound came out.

He whispered, "It's a gunshot wound." But he had no guns on him, only bullets. ”

I didn't want to think about it anymore, so I shook my head vigorously and gritted my teeth: "No, maybe this is not that person's body at all, maybe someone changed it later." I've said the level of decay before, but there's one obvious suspicion that this person's facial features aren't the same as in the photo. It could be puffy after death, or it could have grown up, but I still felt that something was wrong. ”

He leaned over to look at the corpse's face again, and looked at the picture for a moment before nodding, "You're right. There are so many doubts about this person, I can't think of it and don't want to think about it. But I hope that my speculations will soon be dispelled. ”

I pursed my lips and was silent, but my heart was tumbling and turbulent.

We searched again, but we couldn't find anything more valuable, either on the branches or on the corpses. It's not a matter of sitting here anymore, and time is of the essence. We decided to put away our journals and photos, continue to look for a way out, and wait until we have time to think about it.

Zhang Siyuan hugged the trunk of the tree, looked at the dense forest sea, and smacked his lips: "It's over, I just got out of a predicament, but I entered another one." How are we going to get through the branches now? ”

My mood was still not calm, my mind was in a mess, and I glanced absentmindedly at the criss-crossed, spider-like sea of trees and said, "Otherwise, what should I do, I have come up here." ”

He furrowed his brows, smacked his tongue repeatedly, and clung to the trunk of the tree like a monkey and turned his head. I'm a little desperate, let's look at my fate, if I am killed by a fall, it is also bad luck, and I don't blame others. I was about to speak, but the trees beneath my feet suddenly flashed red.