I bent over, panting, and ran wildly through the dark forest.

It doesn't matter if there are traps under your feet, and no matter what direction it is, you just want to save your life first.

The fallen leaves rattled rapidly under my feet, and night birds flew from not far away.

The bullet burrowed into the forest like a meteor, either into the grass with a pop, or hit the trunk of a tree with a bang, or grazed past me, swishing.

I put one arm on my forehead to protect my eyes. From time to time, my face, neck, and bare arms were swept by low branches, and they hurt fiercely.

After running for five or six minutes, the gunfire from the edge of the forest finally stopped.

I vaguely heard one or two curses from Guo Zhenchao and Yin Wenbin.

I slowed down.

Maybe it was because I had just injured them with the fire door and angered them that they shot at me. But if I hadn't been at the time, I would have been stuffed into a police car by them. I don't like to be aggressively interrogated by Guo Yin and the others, and I don't want to put myself in a passive position. Therefore, I think that although my actions are excessive, they are acceptable. Anyone else in such a situation would not hesitate to do so. It's all forced out. I used to suspect that these two cops had bad intentions towards me, but now I'm almost certain that they're on my side. They seem to have decided that I killed Tan Wenhu, otherwise they would not be able to explain the dense gunfire. - This clearly wants my life. Of course, I still hope that they can catch the real culprit and return my innocence.

Poof-

I threw myself on the ground covered with dead leaves, nibbling on the damp dirt and the blades of grass with cold dew in my mouth. My feet were tangled in vines.

I felt the muscles in both legs sore and painful, trembling and trembling, as if I were going to cramp, so I simply rolled over and lay down on the wet ground to rest. A small insect crawled over my face.

I rubbed my face, and it hurt so much. I knew that there was a lot of blood cut on my face by a branch.

I think back to the impregnable fire door, and I don't know how I opened it. and the nurse who hugged me from behind, and I didn't understand why she told Guo Zhenchao. Maybe she thought I was a heinous criminal. After all, if a person is targeted by the police, he will basically become an enemy of the people, which is the power of the "mass line" of criminal investigation. I shudder at the thought that I might be watched by society as a whole.

I got up and kept walking. After walking for about 20 minutes, the trees in the line of sight gradually thinned, and a hill overgrown with barren grass faintly appeared, and then closer you could see some large and small rocks lurking in the barren grass, and some stone monuments of varying heights, behind each stele there was a square box of concrete pouring, and some erratic phosphorus fires. Obviously, this hill is a public cemetery.

Cemeteries, funeral parlors, crematoriums, morgues...... Anything associated with the dead can cause inexplicable fear.

Although I touched the hand of death several times, I was still afraid of death and still had a strong desire to live. I'm not going to pass through the cemetery, I'm going to look for another way.

I remembered that I was going to the courtyard bay of Panlong City to find the missing Xiaowan and find the whereabouts of the ancient paintings. But where is this place in front of you? I use a 3G mobile phone, and I can find the geographical location through satellite positioning. Prior to this, I had disabled the GPS location function on my phone for fear of being tracked by the police.

I looked at the time on my phone, it was 5 o'clock in the morning, and the police officer in charge of tracking it was probably still sleeping.

I turned on the GPS location function of my phone, searched for my location through Baidu maps, and found that the place where I was standing was Yuxian Town Cemetery. According to the map, there is a road at the foot of the mountain leading to the urban area of Caidian District, which is 16.8 kilometers long. I had to go there because I had to go there only when I got to the city to get to Panlong City.

I disable the GPS location function of my phone.

It seemed that I had to walk to the road at the foot of the mountain, but looking around, I couldn't find the way to the bottom of the mountain. I thought that if I waited a little longer for dawn and I could see the road, I wanted to find a slightly smoother place to rest for a while. It just so happens that there is a pine tree in front of it. I walked there, sat down against the trunk of the tree, closed my eyes and took a nap. A gust of mountain wind blew, and I fell asleep unconsciously. In a daze, he saw an old man in a white vest sitting on a stone in front of him smoking, so he got up and asked for the way down the mountain.

The old man asked me how I got here.

I lied and said that I got here to visit relatives and got lost.

The old man said, "Come with me." He obviously knew the way down the mountain.

Do you also go down the mountain? I say.

Well.

Do you work here? I guess he's the grave keeper here.

I live here. He spoke indistinctly, as if he was pronouncing it from his abdomen.

He said he lived here, but I didn't see a house around, wouldn't—

The hallucinations in my mind pop up at any time and are scary. I tried my best to keep myself from thinking about it, but I still got goosebumps.

He put the cigarette back into his mouth and took two puffs. The cigarette butt was bright and dark in his hand. I found that under his white vest were rows of white bones, and there was not a single fat on his head, and there were holes everywhere, and the smoke from the quilt was spewing out of those holes, from the nostrils, from the eyes, from the ears and eyes.

I felt the blood vessels in my forehead instantly fill with blood, my head was several times larger than usual, my heart was pounding - bouncing like a bouncy ball, and my hands and feet became stiff and unable to move at all.

After the old man finished smoking, he extinguished the cigarette butt on the tombstone beside him and said, "Let's go!" He took my hand and jumped off the high cliff.

……

Ahh

At this time, it was dark, and the time had reached half past six. Unexpectedly, ninety minutes passed with this closed eye.

I can't afford to delay here any longer. I saw a winding mountain road not far away, not very spacious, but it was also paved with cement, so it was easy to walk.

Walking to the foot of the mountain, I saw a pool of clear water, and the edge of the water was covered with green algae.

I crouched down, the contours of my face clearly reflected on the water. I saw that the corner of the right eye was swollen and bruised, and the left forehead was high and raised, as if a horn had grown, and there were a lot of bloody wounds on the face, some of which should have been knocked out of the tumbling plane yesterday, and some of which should have been swept by the low branches of the trees in the woods.

I took a pinch of water and sucked it into my mouth, it was cool and a little bitter, but I still drank a few sips in a row. Running at high speed and being anxious made me feel like I was short of water, and I wanted to drink all the time.

I washed my face again and let my fever-like nerves cool down under the action of the mountain spring. I feel much more energetic and less tired.

I touched the location of the chip in the back of my head, maybe it was a psychological effect, I think it was several times bigger than usual, just like when we don't know that we have a disease, we don't feel it at all, and once we know it, we feel that it is extremely heavy. This is a general psychological additive effect.

This chip is only 0.1 microns, which is negligibly small. However, last night's "Panasonic Nightmare" warned me that I had to get this thing out right away, or else I might jump off a cliff one day.