Ever since I entered this deep mountain forest and came to this wooden shack built in an unknown age, I felt that the atmosphere around me was a little strange, so I slept very unsteadily, almost half asleep. When I turned around and saw this eye, I didn't feel hazy, but immediately woke up, but when I looked at the gap again, I found that the eye was gone.

I lay on the ground, some distance from the board, and the fire in the room dimmed, but I was sure I was not mistaken. Moreover, I also found that the eye was large and round, and it did not seem to be a human eye.

In the middle of the night, I didn't know where to go, leaving me alone, and I was stared at by a strange eye, and I was a little scared. But now this situation is many times better than in the ancient tomb. I mustered up my courage, stood up cautiously, picked up my flashlight, and tiptoed up the wooden ladder that led to the attic.

The wooden ladder could barely bear my weight, and under my stepping, there was a moan of imminent breaking, making me have to strain my muscles with every step. Luckily, the wooden ladder didn't collapse as I expected.

The windows and doors of the wooden shack were rotten and deformed, and there were large gaps, and the mountain breeze outside blew in, blowing the bonfire in the middle and shaking constantly. The flickering light shines through the floor of the attic, making the whole attic ghostly.

I held up my flashlight and scanned it, but I didn't find anything out of the ordeal. The entire attic was empty, and there was no place to hide except for a few dustpans and hats woven from bamboo and rattan. It's just that on the left wall of the attic, there is an air window, only the size of two palms, and something seems to be hanging on the outside of the air window.

I walked over to the air window, shining a flashlight on it, trying to see what it was. As soon as my flashlight shone on the thing, I heard a "squeak", a yellow shadow, and suddenly it flew away.

I was startled, poked my head out to look, and saw a very fat golden monkey hanging on the eaves not far from the air window, baring its teeth at me, with a very fierce expression.

I saw its eyes, the same as I had seen in the cracks in the floor, and I was relieved. It seems that just now, this guy was hiding in the attic and peeping on me.

I didn't want to be like a monkey, but it might have been startled by me and kept attacking me and screaming. I vaguely sensed that something was wrong, so I shone a flashlight in its eyes. Frightened by the blinding light of the flashlight, it let out a few screams and rushed to the roof.

I smiled viciously, feeling strange in my heart. The golden snub-nosed monkey is a first-class protected animal, usually very shy, how can it run to a place where there are people, is it attracted by the aroma of our baked dry food?

Golden snub-nosed monkeys don't go it alone, there must be a few monkeys around. I've heard about monkeys attacking humans, and the attack power of a group of monkeys is amazing. Even if they can't kill people, they will take away people's luggage and dry food. It's a very bad luck to provoke monkeys, and I must be more careful.

I poked my head out of the air window again to see if there were any other golden monkeys around. However, no trace was found, but the view from the outside was very open. In the moonlight, I could see the outline of a large forest, taking on a bleak gray sè. The canopy of the tree swayed in the wind, like waves in the sea, making the sound of leaves rubbing.

At this time, I suddenly saw a little flashlight in the forest, looming in the darkness.

I recognize this whitish light. When I asked Lao Itch to buy equipment, I told him to buy the best one, and he ended up buying more than 2,000 yuan of hiking flashlights. The light of this flashlight is very special, white and penetrating, and it is used to illuminate and melt snow.

So I immediately concluded that the owner of that little flashlight was the old itch. I suddenly felt a strange feeling in my heart, what was he doing there so late?

I stared at it for a long time, and felt strange in my heart, so I went down to the attic, put on my coat, and felt to the place where he was.

From the attic, it looked like the flashlight was only about 30 meters away from the shack, but it was actually much farther away. I walked downwind for ten minutes before I heard a rhythmic percussion, as if a man was playing a slow drum. I leaned short and approached slowly, and soon saw a man who was getting something in front of me.

I slowed down and kept getting closer, and there was a thick pile of bushes less than ten meters away from him. I ducked behind and took a closer look, only to realize that the sound of the drums was actually the sound of sappers shoveling the ground.

The old itch was shirtless, digging for something in the ground. The flashlight was placed on a tree by him and acted as a street lamp.

My mood is very complicated, on the one hand, I am very curious, what he wants to do in the middle of the night, he came out to dig things behind my back. On the other hand, I was very unhappy, and he was obviously hiding something from me by doing this. I was kind enough to help him, but he hid something from me, which is very undeserved.

I stole a look for a while, and didn't notice anything unusual about him, just kept digging in the dirt. My heart was a little impatient, and it was a very uncomfortable thing for me to squat here on such a cold night, and my whole body was cold. It occurred to me that if he had just wanted to dig a hole here all night, it would be an idiot for me to accompany him to suffer here. It's not a strange thing to come out and dig a pit in the middle of the night. Once, he even ran to the cemetery in the middle of the night and ordered takeout for pizza shops all over the city.

At that moment, I almost rushed out and asked him what he was doing. But I immediately dismissed the idea, for the moment I got up, I saw an earthen pistol stuck in the waistband of his trousers.

This thing should be a Soviet-like TT30/33 Tokarev pistol. I listed it on the purchase list, but he told me that he didn't buy it. I didn't think he would lie to me at the time, but now that I look at it, I feel chills all over my body.

When I first saw Lao Itch, I always thought that he was the same as before, still a big grinning person, so I didn't guard against him at all. Now it seems that his scheming is actually very meticulous, and it is simply hidden.

I was pretty sure that even if I jumped out now and kicked him into the pit, he wouldn't be angry. However, when I saw this gun, I hesitated. Now old itch, I can't seem to speculate on him from previous experience, and if I jump out, he might kill me with one shot.

I didn't go any further, but crouched there quietly to see what he was digging.

Lao Itch was very jǐngti, and every time he dug three times, he had to stop and listen to the movements around him. But I stood downwind, and the wind blew everything I made in the other direction, and he never noticed me.

He had been digging for half an hour, when suddenly, his shovel seemed to have something metallic, and there was a crisp sound.

He stopped digging and leaned down. I saw that he took out a stick-like object from the pit.

The stick-like object was covered in mud, and I couldn't tell what it was, but intuitively, it felt like a bone. Lao Itch wiped it slightly, and did not look closely, but hurriedly wrapped this thing in a cloth and stuffed it into his bag.

I continued to look to see what else he could dig up, only to find that he was starting to backfill the soil.

At this time, the mountain wind gradually weakened, and there were some signs of changing the direction of the wind. If you hide any longer, you will probably be discovered. I got up stealthily and started walking backwards. The old itch had already achieved his goal, and was in a hurry to fill the soil back, so he didn't pay attention to the movement around him. I quickened my pace, went back to the nest, and fell asleep quietly, pretending that nothing had happened.

After a while, the old itch crept back. Seeing that I was still asleep, he sat down across from me and began to add wood to the campfire.

My eyes were closed, my heart churning, curiosity and disappointment mixed together, and I felt very uncomfortable. I'm going to wait for the changing of the guard, and I'll wait for the old itch to fall asleep, and then I'll go back alone. Because I came here to help him, and now that he has something to hide from me, I am not obliged to stay any longer. Whether he is dead or alive has nothing to do with me.

But the old itch was full of energy, and he didn't want to change the guard with me at all. I squinted and stared at him secretly, and found him half-lying on the ground, thinking about something.

Then, as if determined, he softly took out the stick-like object from his bag and began to wipe it with a cloth. Soon, the dirt on it was wiped off, revealing a metallic sheen of yellow sè. For a moment, I was very puzzled, because on the surface, the mysterious thing turned out to be just a copper stick.

A puzzled expression also appeared on the old itch's face, and he looked at the stick upside down, and his face became ugly. It seemed that he only knew that there was something buried in that place, and he didn't know what it was.

I saw that he was wearing rubber gloves, as if he was very taboo about this stick. The curiosity in my heart is even greater, why do I wear gloves, can't I touch them directly with my hands? By this time, I had changed my mind. I'm going to leave tomorrow morning, but before I go, I have to know what this thing is coming from.

Thinking of this, I pretended to have just woken up, turned over, half-opened my eyes, coughed, and asked him, "Old itch, what time is it?" ”

The old itch was gathering jīng to study the stick, and I suddenly asked, startling him. He hurriedly put the thing behind his back, then looked at his watch and said, "Three...... It's past three o'clock. ”

"Oh!" I pretended not to see his embarrassment, rubbed my nose and sat up, and said, "Well, then it's time for us to change the guard, you can sleep." ”

The old itch responded to me, with his hands behind his back, secretly trying to shove the copper rod into his backpack. I smiled inwardly, pretended to be like I wanted to move, stood up, and yawned as I walked towards him.

He was startled by my sudden movements, his hands were nervous, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't fit the stick smoothly. I leisurely lounged over to his side, pretending to want to get something in his bag. When he saw me leaning over, he was so nervous that the brass rod rolled out of his hand and rolled to my feet.

I didn't expect things to develop like this, and I wasn't prepared for a while, so I was stunned for a moment, so I pretended to be surprised and asked him, "What is this?" Where did the stick come from? As he spoke, he bent down to pick it up.

Originally, I wanted to take the opportunity to take a closer look at what this copper stick really looked like. What I didn't expect was that the reaction of the old itch was surprisingly large. His face turned pale in an instant, and he yelled: "Can't touch it!" ”