The strong smell of sulfur irritated my nostrils, and it seemed to penetrate the complex nerves and reach my brain. I felt a little sick, volcanic rock, fucking volcanic rock. I don't know the exact location of this place yet, but whether it's China or the Soviet Union, there's no damn reason for Mongolia to have such a thing, right?

Lin Yiru said before that the color of the volcanic rocks here is definitely not more than 100 years old, and the most recent eruption of Changbai Mountain was on April 14, 1702 (the 41st year of the Kangxi Dynasty of the Qing Dynasty), and it has been dormant since then. How can there be so many new volcanic rocks near the border between China and Mongolia and the Soviet Union?

Although it is also possible that a small geological change pushed these stones out, I really regret that I didn't ask Lin Yiru more about this at the time.

It's not going to turn around with these stones now. As soon as I turned around to call Chen Zaihai and Talia to join me, the latter was obviously stunned by the sight in front of me and pushed him several times in a row without responding. I had no choice but to throw him alone and sighed, and I reluctantly rubbed my bloodshot temples and walked out of the tunnel.

Seeing that it was still early outside, I decided to say hello to Talia and go around alone to see if there were any clues about the task force. With the aftermath of my last solo operation, Talia was visibly worried about whether I would cause any more trouble. I had no choice but to promise that I would never step out of the transit station, so that I could get Talia's consent. Looking at the signal and pistol that Talia forced in my hand, I sighed deeply, how untrustworthy I was. Is it possible to put flares in such a small place to communicate? This Tokarev ТТ-33 pistol is for me to be courageous, right? What good is this thing for scaring and scaring small animals, and threatening wild beasts like wild boars? If I meet the python again, let alone Tokarev, I won't be able to save my life with a rocket launcher. Of course, I won't tell the truth, she gave me this gun and she herself only has a dagger to defend herself, and now she complains that the weapon is not strong enough, she should have driven a tank in the first place. No one had expected this state of danger in advance. If I really give me a rocket launcher, I won't use it, and then I'll be done, I think about it alone. After Talia herself gave me the pistol, she didn't pay any attention to me, so I had to go back to the tunnel to see Chen Zaihai's situation, of course, the person was no longer there, and there was never anyone when I really wanted to find him.

I said hello to the guards and left the camp alone, my idea is to search this camp as the center, since this is a transfer station for supplies, the scale must not be only so small, just look at the diameter of the tunnel. There must be something hiding around here. Whether it's the maintenance of machinery or the food and lodging of staff, these are all things that require space. There must be a barracks or a simple mechanical maintenance facility or something not far away. If you're lucky, you'll be able to find some written information, so you'll have a general idea of what's going on here, so you won't be blinded and run around.

It turned out that I was right, and there was something else around here. After I walked a short distance around the tunnel, the trees in front of me were noticeably reduced, and there were many fewer weeds and shrubs than before, and in the distance there was a dark shadow like a building, and I thought to myself that something was really fast. Brushing aside the dead branches that were in the way in front of me, I ran to the front of this building.

"W-what the hell is this?" I muttered to myself.

For people, the feeling of weirdness is not about seeing something that you can't understand or have never seen before. I think that in reality, when people see this kind of unheard of things, their first reaction is definitely not weird or scared, but the first reaction is probably curiosity, which is human nature. When you see an unknown phenomenon, you will naturally want to study it and figure it out. It's like seeing fire for the first time and wanting to make a fire, which is a good and right choice, and it's this curiosity that helps us survive the harsh environment.

However, the weirdness is not, and many times it will kill you directly. People's first reaction to it is absolutely overwhelming, followed by a deep chill in the heart, and finally the loss of due judgment. To put it bluntly, weirdness is an extreme sense of incongruity, a sense of disobedience that people can't understand. It may be cosy to come home every day and watch your wife humming and cooking for you, but if you find her smiling and burning a pot on the stove with nothing in it, I guarantee you won't laugh.

It's a weird feeling, and everything you see is common sense that you can understand, even so ordinary that you see it so many times that you don't pay attention to it. But if they go wrong, you'll feel a slimy chill that feels like a substitute for skin and your flesh and bones are one. This lingering and deep-seated feeling has been tasted more than once since I got here.

We've been surrounded by this weirdness since Beijing, and I didn't think anything would work for me. It seems that there is no strongest in this world, only stronger. The concrete supports the bulk of the monolithic column, which is six stories tall and ends in a distinct spire structure, which, although it does not reveal any light, is clearly designed to be a four-sided opening for the light source inside. Yes, it's a lot smaller than I remembered, but it's a lighthouse.

It can be seen that it is a devil's thing, like everything I've seen before, and it's in a semi-abandoned state. The cracked tower looked dilapidated, with unknown vines intertwined and entwined between the cracks. If you look closely, there are still many obvious signs of peeling paint around.

Perhaps due to geological changes or poor foundations, the tower as a whole tilted to the side by about 15 degrees. The long period of unmanaged care has left the building as old as an old man in his twilight years. The body of the tower, which looks like a candle in the wind, gives me the feeling that it will turn to dust if I push it here.

A tower-like luminous beacon built near a key part of the waterway, a fixed beacon whose basic function is to guide ships or indicate danger zones, and in my understanding this is the only purpose of a lighthouse. If it weren't for my loneliness, it would have been a Japanese brain show and wanted to drive an aircraft carrier into this deep mountain and old forest!

I don't know if it's because of the paint or if it's been burned, but the whole tower is a black color, which is the point that makes me feel the most uncomfortable. In order to be more conspicuous, the lighthouse itself will choose a brighter color, mainly white. The white lighthouse is lit by the light of the fire, symbolizing the path of hope. But the pitch-black thing in front of him is more like a guide to hell. If it weren't for the daytime, I wouldn't have been here for a second, because the Japanese are not only obedient, but also unlucky.

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