This is a story that I personally experienced. I'm not a professional writer, and I don't necessarily satisfy everyone in terms of choice of words and mood. But the story itself is appalling enough, really

I don't need to exaggerate the atmosphere anymore, some phenomena that I can't understand and explain, I can't explain to you, I can only tell the original story.

Writing this story, I had a fierce ideological struggle, because this incident involved some extreme secrets for the world. Knowing these secrets is a great thing in itself

Whether or not I make these secrets public, I may evaporate from the world at any time, and it may be safer for me to make them public. But in order to protect those one

Please understand that I use a pseudonym when talking about specific people and units.

I wrote this story in a relatively safe place, and if it came to an abrupt end without being told, then you wouldn't have to wait. Because it can only be two reasons, I'm human

evaporated, or something more photographable happened. In short, it is difficult to have a good result, and I am fully prepared for this, which may be my life. From the first time I stepped into that mysterious passage

From the beginning, I had this premonition, and all kinds of causes and effects in the future tied me more closely to this matter, and I fell deeper and deeper and couldn't extricate myself

My name is Zhang Jianqiang, but fortunately I don't have the surname Zhu, otherwise I would have to change my name. To tell this story from the beginning, I have to talk about a practical activity when I was in college. But this thing really took a turn for the worse.

Or to make me completely immersed in it, it starts with the appearance of a key person. This is a man with a story...

It was supposed to be an early autumn evening, and I was sitting in the innermost part of the shop, and in front of me was a huge sand table model. I'm putting strangely shaped models on the sand table according to a certain pattern

Above.

This street shop is an old house, long and narrow, with a gable five meters wide and a small door open, but it is nearly ten meters deep. The first half of the room was cleaned up a little by me and hung a few of them

Calligraphy and paintings, put a few high-imitation antiquities, although compared to the usual antique shop I look shabby here, but I can see what kind of business it is running, so that no one comes in to ask if there is instant noodles to sell

?

The back half of the room resembles a cluttered workshop. The walls are plastered with photographs, sketches, all kinds of data. The sand table, which occupies most of the space, is empty in many places. Paper on the ground

Inside the box are more than a dozen oddly shaped models of various sizes, which have some similarities, but they are by no means the same. For each model, I have to find its prototype and bit in the photos on the wall

and then placed in the sand table. It's a boring job, but I have a reason to do it.

Naturally, the gables of the old houses do not face south, and the doors of the shops are westward. The afterglow of the setting sun shines through the curtain of the door, dyeing the whole shop with a layer of gold. But the western sun is also very dazzling, and I put one hand on it

In front of you, slightly blocking out the harsh sunlight, bypassing the huge sand table, ready to close the door. In fact, this shop is more like a workshop for me, and familiar customers will make reservations in advance, or rather

Make sure I'm in the shop before I come. They also rarely buy and sell antiques with me, but will show me something they can't eat accurately. In terms of hard porcelain and bronze, my appreciation

The level of setting is an expert in this circle. And some guests who come here or try their luck, the fakes in the shop are picked by them, and the eyesight cannot be practiced without suffering a few losses.

However, there are too few such customers, and the one who maintains business is to do the appraisal of peers.

As soon as I walked around the huge sand table, I felt a darkness in front of me, as if the setting sun had jumped off the horizon. I removed my hand from the way I was in front of me, only to find a huge figure standing in the doorway. His entirety

People were wrapped in the sunset, and the dark red sunset reflected a humanoid blood-colored circle of light on him, and his huge black silhouette covered me and everything in the old house. I was stunned. In the backlight, the person's face is not very clear. However, his tall stature and strong body gave me a great sense of oppression. The horizontal striped T-shirt was slightly tight on his body, with his snuggly fitting head

The short hair of the skin made me have a word in my heart, prison break. This kind of strength of his is not the type of muscle eruption, there are no developed muscles, but the whole body is swollen, arms, thighs, stomach,

Even the flesh on his face is like this, this is a man as strong as a bear. Even in the backlight, I could feel two big round eyes staring straight at me, radiating a terrifying light.

He was holding a large old-fashioned cylindrical backpack in one hand, and he was looking at me like this, and my feelings were indescribably complicated. Suddenly, his hand loosened, and the cylindrical backpack fell heavily to the ground

On the ground, a black tower-like figure lunged at me. A bear hug, we hugged each other tightly.

……

"I thought you were dead."

"That's what I thought, too, and... It almost became a fact. ”

His name is Song Gang, and he is my friend and orphan. This is not very accurate, before the age of three he was both parents, and a car accident changed his fate. He was lucky to survive,

But he lost his parents and grew up with his grandmother. Boys without parents are very sensible and wild.

We grew up in the same yard, and his reputation for fighting and dying was built in elementary school. And we both went to the same school from elementary school to high school, and even in the same class, I was in the mouth at that time

Touzen is a bit like a current Internet buzzword: My dad is Li Gang.

What I'm saying is: My brother is Song Gang.

It works, I've never had the confusion that the average guy is afraid of violence, because the most violent person is my buddy.

After graduating from high school, I was somewhat lucky enough to get into the JD. Song Gang was defeated. After that, like many boys, he chose to join the army. In our time, it was an honor to join the army

, after being discharged from the army, it is also a good choice. During his first two years in the army, I met him on vacation, and then I heard the bad news that he had been fired from the army and was on the verge of going to the military

Court. However, when I got the news during the summer vacation, I didn't see him. Since then, he has not been seen from my field of vision, or even heard from him again.

I took care of his grandmother's funeral. After that, the compound that carried our childhood memories was demolished. I've argued with reason, but the developer won't leave someone who has been missing for years

A foothold, but through more powerful means, Song Gang's household registration was cancelled. This person seems to have disappeared from the world forever, and only I, the one who has received his benefits, or who has always remembered it

His people just miss him once in a while.

"I fucking ran all day to find you. I haven't eaten a bite of food yet, don't talk nonsense, hurry up and fill my stomach. ”

Half an hour later, the two of us were sitting at a hot pot restaurant not far from my shop, eating and stuffing. Of course, it was a fat man who ate hard.

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