An Yan opened his eyes and stroked his head, only to see that there were blood marks on his fingertips, and his cheekbones were a little painful, presumably bumping against them.

He stood up and looked around, it turned out that he was still on the winding road, and there was no one around, and the sound of a heavy step could be transmitted far away.

The nearest stone plate had been smashed to pieces, but there was no sign of the car, he wondered where the car would go, looked down the cliff, ruled out the possibility of overturning, he limped along the side of the road, but there was not even a shadow of the car......

He thought, it doesn't matter if the car is gone, as long as the person lives, he doesn't know what happened to Jiang Xiaosheng and them. He walked all the way like this, and never found any clues, as if these traces had been erased.

I didn't find them until I reached the intersection of the highway, could it be that I was going in the wrong direction?

Realizing that he is already weak and weak, it is absolutely fatal to go back and walk around, and there is no signal on the mobile phone in this barren mountain and wilderness, it seems that remote distress is unrealistic.

An Yan licked the corners of his dry mouth, thinking that he would find a place to settle down first, and if he was lucky, he might be able to run into them. Walking down, he saw a path with orderly plants, and he thought that this road must be often stepped on, otherwise how could it be neatly aligned, he felt that he was saved.

Walking through the green forest, the trail is a little damp, and you can see the footprints of different shades, which must have been left not long ago, and the degree of clarity can be seen.

Finally, he reached the source, and looking at the spiky roof, he estimated that there was a village in front of him. An Yan quickened his pace, and when he saw the whole picture of the village, he was instantly dumbfounded.

It's not a village, it's a city, and looking at the creepers on the walls and the moss in the bricks, it should have been a few days this year.

An Yan arrived at the foot of the city, which had a wall, but it was half broken, and nearly half of it had disappeared; There are no gates and no plaques, so it's impossible to know what kind of city this is, but it's strange why it is in such a place, and what is the significance of its existence.

Stepping into the city with the front foot, there are bungalows in front of you, all of which belong to the black tile spire, and the surface of the wall is exposed with red bricks and cement mixed with moss.

An Yan stood in the middle of the road and shouted around, "Is there anyone?" The echo was far away, but then it was as quiet as death. He found that the original city was not a city at all, but the builder deliberately designed the wall to be the characteristics of the city, so that people thought that this was a small city with small specifications, but in fact it was just a gourd, and the bottom of the core was far from the real city, and he couldn't help but wonder what the purpose of the construction was, why pretend to be a city?

An Yan pushed open the door of a room, the dust piled up on the door and covered his head, covering his face and coughing for a long time, the situation inside was a little special, he looked at it, there were many chemical appliances on the table, but looking at the yellowing of the test tube, maybe some age, but no matter how far away it is, it is always a modern thing, indicating that someone has done a certain research here.

He went in and took a look, and judging by the dust on the floor and table, and the "full house" when he entered, the room had not been opened for a long time, which meant that it was probably a deserted city!

The test tubes on the table were full of dust, but there were still two test tubes that might have been set up by the owner with good sealing, and the liquid inside was still retained, but seeing the thick dust on the rubber, An Yan was no longer interested in opening it, and he was covered in dust.

Then he was attracted by a few drawings on the table, although the notes were blurred, but the general outline could still be seen, looking at the image like a water pipe, and the width and depth were marked next to it, he felt that this was probably a design of an underground tunnel, and there were several similar ones next to it, and the brushwork should be the same depiction.

There is also a bed next to the experimental table, there is simple furniture next to the bed, the owner of the bed seems to pay attention to tidying, the bed is neatly laid, although it is old, the quilt blanket is also yellow and faded, but things are always neat.

An Yan accidentally found a notebook under the pillow, many pages of the note were glued together, and many of the handwriting was no longer legible, but the four big characters in it seemed to be specially emphasized by the author - the unity of earth and water.

What does it mean to be one with the earth, and does it refer to a certain place in general?

When he turned to the next page, he found that it had been torn up, except for a small corner, which showed how rushed he was at that time, and the page was completely caught, so the remains of the paper remained.

An Yan carefully observed the remaining fragments, there were edges of some figures, could it be that this was another picture, it felt like a hand-drawn map, but what was the reason for him tearing it up? What the hell happened at that time.

He took the notebook, for some unknown reason, and he seemed interested in what it was.

Anyway, let's take it back and study it again!

It's not early, I don't know if there are other villages within a radius of a few miles, in short, the incident happened suddenly, he didn't have any dry food on his body, everything he had except his mobile phone was in the car, if he didn't replenish some energy, it would be difficult for him to get out of this place, but would there be food in this kind of place? The occasional pheasant and duck is considered good luck, but An Yan really doesn't have the extra strength to hunt now.

He found a place to sit down, fortunately there was a well, which could barely moisten his intestines, so he planned to drink more water to fill his stomach for the time being.

An Yan is more worried about Uncle Zhou and them at the moment, regardless of life and death, even if they are well, where can they go, but everything can't be thought of in a bad way, there is inevitably a possibility that they have taken the opposite path with him, maybe they have now returned to Yang Mianmian's house, if this is the case, An Yan is relieved, I hope so.

The sun is going to set, the sky is dark, the temperature is down again, not to mention there is no fire, tonight's lighting can only rely on the lighting system of the mobile phone, he looked at the power supply of the mobile phone, fortunately, he filled the mobile phone board before leaving, but the mobile phone signal is still as usual.

While it was not completely dark, he took out his notebook and planned to take another look, except for the blurred handwriting, An Yan carefully peeled off the paper glued together, and there was a table arranged on the paper, which looked like the name of the city, just like the current A, B, and C cities, but the places marked below were too dense, and because the ink melted, it could only be restored on the computer, and perhaps the human eye could identify it.

An Yan stopped suddenly, looked around vigilantly, he always felt that someone was staring at him, observing his every move, not far away, to be precise, the owner of those eyes was hiding somewhere in these houses.