The battery car had long been out of power, and was left on the way, and by the time I finally reached the back mountain, I was already soaking wet. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

I was half exhausted, and I took a lot of difficult detours to avoid the eyes of the village and the police, and if this was in the city, I would have been doomed.

It was already about two o'clock in the morning, and it was still dark all around, so I thought about whether to sit down and rest for a while, or go up the mountainside to see the situation first.

After some hesitation, I decided to hurry up, because a tired person can't relax, or else don't want to force myself to persevere.

The rain in the sky was already much lighter, and the raincoat was sticky and greasy to wear, so I took off the raincoat for the convenience of climbing the mountain and for myself to breathe.

But what to do with this thing? It's damp and wet, and there's no way to fit it in the package, so you might as well throw it here.

It is impossible for the police to come to this place by detour, and even the people from those villages cannot come to such a remote and dangerous back mountain, so I have no problem leaving my raincoat here.

But, thinking about it this way, I buried it with a bit of soil when I threw it down, just in case, I felt like I was really cautious.

Okay, it's time to start climbing, and where I'm now is at the very back of the sub-hill, at the foot of the hill directly behind the Roquehouse.

There is no way up or down the mountain, only a knife-cut cliff, but I have a way to climb up from here, because the mountain is covered with dense vine plants, some of which are very thick and stick all the way to the top of the mountain, and you can reach it with a single stretch of your hand.

I tied the strap of the big bag on my back to my waist and abdomen, it couldn't fall off, and all my food for the past few days was in this bag. Then, one by one, I began to pull the thicker-looking green rattans.

While moving slowly along the edge of the cliff, it was really not an easy task to choose what I needed among the large pile of hanging greenery, the rain in the sky had not completely stopped, I looked up, and from time to time the rain fell into my eyes and mouth, astringent, and unpalatable.

The branches and leaves of the plants were damp and muddy from the rainstorm, and my hands slipped as I pulled them, and I almost fell because of the exertion.

Touching a handful of rain on my face, I put my hands on my knees and gasped, now is not the time to give up, who allowed himself to do so many things that should not be done, money is really a scourge thing, no, it's not money, it's greed, it's my greed that hurts me. If I had done a serious business, would I have had a full house of children and grandchildren by now?

Standing up straight and continuing to move, I unconsciously felt that my face was even wetter than before, could it be that it was raining heavily? Alas! No matter what, it's important to save this old life first.

After a few days and nights of continuous rain, all the dirt and stones on this mountain must be very loose, I have to be careful, otherwise in this place, Lord Yama will not be able to save me.

After a long time, I finally found a strong enough rattan to hang my body on it, and I tried and tried again to make sure that there were no problems, and then I started to climb, but this rattan could not extend all the way to the top of the mountain, so I still had to keep changing hands in mid-air.

As I climbed, I paid attention to the point of focus under my feet, and tried to relay from my feet so that all my weight did not weigh on the rattan.

When I had climbed about the same distance, I started looking for new vines, slowing down my climb, pulling the drooping branches of the plants with my hands as far as I could get around, and then when I found a new one, I let go of the original one.

In this way, little by little, I ascended the cliff to the edge of the woods behind the house, which was so far away that no one could see me.

I was so exhausted that when I was on the ground, I just lay on the dirt and gasped, not caring about any disgusting bugs or anything else on the ground.

When I finally took a breath and raised my sour hand to look at my watch, it was almost three o'clock, and I had to hurry up, and it would be difficult to hide it when it was dawn.

I quickly got up from the ground, and ran into the depths of the woods, not caring about the mud, first of all, I had to go to see the situation of the Luoque House, and then sneak to the front from the stream to see if the accident had achieved the desired effect, and it was better that the landslide was more serious, and the footsteps of the police were blocked for a few more days.

Then, find a hidden place that no one will ever search, and hide yourself, preferably a cave or a place where I can rest.

I have some changes of clothes in my bag, and now I can't feel sorry for it, and then it's just a mat and bedding for me to sleep, fortunately, it's early summer and not winter, and the temperature is still relatively comfortable, and I don't care about some bugs, I'm not a woman, I'm afraid of bugs.

You have to be quick, especially when you go around the Bird's House, and you have to take a sneak peek, what is going on in there, I still haven't figured it out, I'm really curious.

This curiosity and courage also came from the fact that I was sure that there was an accident at the foot of the mountain, and that the police could not be on the mountain so early. However, I miscalculated, and if I had to choose again, I would definitely find a hidden place to sleep at once, rather than look at the extent of the damage caused by the Roquehouse and the landslide.

At that time, I didn't expect that there were already police officers entering the inside of the house, and there was such a horrific murder in the house.

I roughly judged the direction, and then I bent my waist and headed in the direction of the Bird's House.

There is no need to describe the process of moving forward too much, so there is nothing to say, anyway, it is to continue to increase fatigue on top of fatigue.

It took more than 20 minutes, I can finally faintly see the outline of the house, my eyesight is not very good, at this time I am actually very close to the house, about a few tens of meters away.

I carefully hid behind a large tree and looked out behind the house, but it had little effect, for I could not see if anyone was standing at the window.

Courageously, I moved little by little in the direction of the house, closing the distance and observing whether there was anyone inside, I was very careful, I hid behind a tree and then moved a short distance, and then hid behind a tree to look at it, and then moved a short distance.

Until you put your body on the back wall of the house. I still know the specific structure of this house, and there is a secret passage at the back that allows us to enter it, and we also entered through this secret passage when we carried drugs.

At this time, I suddenly thought of one thing, that is, in the wall of this secret passage, there is a small cave for Tibetans, what if I hide there?

It's clean and refreshing, much more comfortable than in the mountains, and the secret passages won't necessarily be discovered by the police.

However, I soon dismissed the idea, and if the police found out I had nowhere to run, I didn't know that the hole could lead to the second floor of the house, and I was just thinking about how to hide more comfortably.

With my back against the back wall of the house, I moved little by little towards the window with a protruding security net, which I remembered was supposed to be a decorative mantelpiece.

As my eyes entered the room from the edge of the security net, I let out an irrepressible scream, probably the most horrible and loudest scream I ever made, because I saw a horrible corpse at the first sight.

It was really terrifying, half of his body had lost its human shape, and, where the walls were not blocked, I saw half of his head, eroded like a pile of flesh.

I covered my vomiting mouth and ran like crazy into the grove behind the house, which can be described as crawling, and I just wanted to get away from this horrible place as soon as possible, and my mind went blank.

I hadn't gone far before my body suddenly sank and fell into the secret passage behind the house, where I didn't expect the exit to be opened and completely covered by the branches and leaves of the plants. By the time I realized something was wrong, I had slipped into the depths of the tunnel, and my foot was slammed by the iron lock of the tunnel cover, and the pain immediately spread all over my body.

I watched as the cover of the exit closed with a clatter due to my feet, and I heard what appeared to be the sound of an iron lock snapping.

It's really not good this time, the iron lock is on the outside of the cover, if it is really locked, won't I be locked in this secret passage and wait for death? The entrance above is under the couch, and it is not open in a dark passage. I'm going to suffocate here.

When I thought that I finally came back, I actually came to look for death, how could I be willing.

I desperately tried to get up and run towards the exit, but my foot was probably broken to the bone, and I couldn't stand up in pain, so I started to crawl frantically towards the exit again.

'Definitely! Gotta push the lid open there, or I'm done, and I don't want to rot in this horrible house! ’

There was only one thought in my mind now, and it made me ignore everything and crawl towards the exit, not at all expecting that a dark figure was crawling out of the hole in the wall of the tunnel, and the knife in his hand shone with a chilling light in the darkness......