When I saw this line, I was first puzzled, because this is not a very clear reason, and there is always a reason for hanging yourself that is related to death. Then, this sentence made me feel a very uneasy feeling in my heart, because I felt that my current situation was similar to what I said in this sentence.

My back was cold, and I didn't know why I had the courage to look at a hanged wild corpse in the pitch black woods, and I couldn't see anything clearly in the darkness around me, and the woods under the mottled moonlight. The cold air in the middle of the night made my sweat cold. I don't know if it's because I'm scared or because I'm cold.

There is no escape.

They tricked me in.

Could it be that Sue is a liar who tricked me into the woods to see me trapped here for fun.

I looked around, it was impossible to see me, the line on the tree was carved with a knife, and it was carved very deeply, and it had been a long time to see the color of the wound. Could it be Sue's last victim.

I raised the torch and looked around to see if there were any other hanged people, but there was nothing else hanging around. At this glance, I saw the face of the corpse, and suddenly felt frightened. The heart said that it was better to follow the original plan, and find the first campfire first.

So I lowered my head and wanted to leave, but after taking a few steps, the uneasy feeling in my heart still made me stop. I had a strong intuition, or association, that this corpse had something to do with Sue.

All the things and states that Su said along the way were so strange, and his attitude was also very strange, and the more he thought about it, the more strange it became.

I went back, bowed three times in front of the corpse, then warmed my palms, bit the torch, and climbed up the tree, all the way to the top of the branch where the corpse hung.

The corpse had no weight, otherwise the two of them would have broken on the branch, and I crawled over and reached for the pocket.

I stretched out my hand a few times, but I didn't dare to touch it, until my body was cold, and my desire to hurry down exceeded the horror, and I officially stretched out.

The pocket was inside the national costume, because of the cold and the rotting liquid of the corpse, the clothes had been frozen into a whole piece, my hand could not reach in, I could only tear it hard, and after two blows, the neck of the corpse broke, and the corpse fell, fell to the ground, and shattered into several pieces.

I climbed down, looked up at the head that was still hanging on it, and suddenly became less afraid.

I realized that all I was afraid of was the shape of the person, and that once a corpse had lost its human form, it was not much different from an object, and I crouched down and tore the corpse's clothes on the ground, which were all hard like boards. I pulled out an elbow knife from it, and it was still very sharp when I pulled it out, and it should be the tree that I carved with this knife.

Touching it again, I found a wallet and a mobile phone. The purse was of the cheap kind, with a layer on it, presumably of a corpse's liquid, which had soaked and dried up. The phone is Huawei's, it has long been out of power, and there are a lot of strange stains stuck on it.

There was some dry food wrapped in plastic bags that had completely turned into something like a black stone, and I don't know what it was. The cigarette was also completely rotten, and there was a plastic lighter, which could still start a fire after a few hits.

I foresaw that I myself had been lost in the jungle, so everything I needed as long as it worked. I put away my knife and lighter, and broke open my hardened purse with my frozen hands.

I saw that there was some money inside, a bank card, a photo and an ID.

The photo is in the folder of the wallet where the photo is put in it, I took a look, this is a swarthy man, he should be a local, and he looks very ordinary. But judging by his appearance, he is a Han Chinese, not a local Naxi person.

Because of the need for tourism, wearing national costumes is a necessity, so it is not so strange for Han people to wear Naxi clothes, but when I opened my ID card, I saw the name of that person, I just thought it was a little strange at first, but after a closer look, I broke out in a cold sweat. Even the scalp exploded.

The name of this corpse is An Shungui, born in 91. It's a wooden leg.

He also has the surname Ann.

My hands trembled, and I suddenly remembered the first thing Shen Tu asked me here: "Your surname is An?" "I also remembered that Sue said all the information about my father very easily. I'm sure it's not as simple as I thought, it's not a simple incident, it's probably a crime against me.

I kowtowed to the corpse, and although he was younger than me, he died earlier than me, and then got up and kept running. I don't want to hang myself here. Just for five thousand bucks.

Is it really Sugan's? Why did he do this, and what did he have to do with the surname An?

I ran out aimlessly for half an hour, because it didn't rain, and the ground was still muddy, so the footprints were all on the ground, and I ran all the way back until I was exhausted, and the torches were extinguished.

The face of the corpse and the sudden darkness made my heart beat wildly, and I remade the torch, because my cold hands were very inflexible, and the lighter could not be used, and I became more and more fried, and I pumped my mouth in a hurry.

At this moment, from the depths of the woods on one side, there was a sudden ringing of a bell, I froze for a moment, listened carefully, and found that it was the alarm clock of the alarm clock.