Rock Springs Town.

The town is small and smells of ruin.

I parked my car and started circling around town.

Rock Springs was my first stop.

This time, I didn't bring Liangzi or Gray Sun, and I walked alone.

Actually, I don't know why I came out, but there is a strong obsession in my heart that prompts me to come out, to see, to find the traces left back then.

It's like a child who has been abducted and trafficked for decades, and there is always a thought in his heart, he wants to find a home, and so do I, but what I want to find is not a home, but the traces that have been left behind.

The town runs about 1,000 meters from north to south, and is attached to a provincial road, which is wide and narrow from east to west, about 300 meters at the widest point and only a few tens of meters at the narrowest point.

The tallest building in the center of town is a small three-story building, which is the hotel where I live, and in addition to this hotel, the building is a moving toll hall, and a small two-story building of the credit union.

There is a primary and secondary school in the town, located on the western outskirts of the town, which is a small four-story building with a history of nearly 30 years.

My destination this time was the elementary school.

Ninety years ago, this was not a primary school, but a landlord's mansion.

The landlord's surname is Fan, and he belongs to a typical example of being rich and unkind, bullying men and women, and forcing good people to become prostitutes.

Fan Xiong, who was the head of the Fan family at that time, took the militia and the Japanese to open the film, but he died in battle, the Fan family was also slaughtered, and the original Fan house became a murderous house.

Open the twelve doors of the human body, the last level is called to open the dizziness, and the first picture I saw after opening this level is the Fan family, blood and fire, the cry of a woman, the unwilling roar of a man, and the rampant cry of Little Japan.

In recent years, the primary and secondary schools under the surface have had a hard time, many schools have been merged or cancelled, and most students choose to go to school in the county, so the villages and towns below can hardly accept students.

It's the same in Rock Springs, a small four-story building, the first and second floors are elementary schools, and the third and fourth floors are middle schools, and even so, there are still empty classrooms.

The small building is very broken, most of the wall skin has fallen off, and the door guards are not strict, or rather, the door guard is an ornament.

At the cost of a box of cigarettes, I managed to convince the janitor to come to the campus.

Village and town schools lack teachers and students, and there is really no shortage of land.

Yanquan Town Primary School is more than 100 meters from north to south, and about 100 meters from east to west, surrounded by brick walls, and the playground is fairly flat black soil.

The place where the teaching building is located is the location of the original Fan House, thirty meters in front of the teaching building on the right and left, is a simple flag-raising platform, the platform is very simple, it is enclosed with a simple fence, in the middle is a flagpole, on the flagpole, a bright five-star red flag fluttering.

I looked up at the flag halfway through, silently sang the national anthem, and turned to leave.

The things I buried are under the flag-raising platform, and it is now daytime, so it is not very convenient, so I can only come at night.

After leaving school, I walked around the town again and found a restaurant for a quick bite to eat.

At eight o'clock in the evening, I showed up at the school gate again.

It was completely dark, and the school was silent, without a sound.

I jumped over the fence into the school and walked straight to the flagpole.

The national flagpole is driven directly into the ground, there is no cement platform on the ground, it is black soil, after so many years of wind and rain, the soil is very compact.

I went to the flagpole and, after two probes, stuck my sword into the earth and began to dig.

After digging about 10 centimeters, the soil began to soften, and a cold air was shining upwards.

I reached out and touched it, it was yin, and there was a resentment.

I exhaled slowly and continued to dig, the person who designed the position of the flagpole back then was a little tricky, and he should have seen a hint of strangeness.

After digging down about thirty centimeters, the tip of the sword touched a trace of stiffness, making a muffled sound, and my heart moved, and I dug it.

Clearing the floating dirt and digging out the stiff piece underneath, I saw a skull stained black with dirt.

I stared at the skull for a while, tossed the head aside, and continued digging.

Ten minutes later, the second skull was dug out by me, then the third, then the fourth, the fifth, and an hour later, the tenth skull was dug out by me, along with a small wine jar.

After digging up, I didn't rush to look at the skulls, but filled the soil back and leveled the flag-raising platform.

"Stomp!"

In the process of tidying up, there was a sound of neat footsteps behind him, as well as a few familiar words of Japanese.

I didn't care about the situation behind me, I filled in the soil with peace of mind, and after leveling the flag-raising platform, I turned around and looked behind me.

The ten skulls were sorted out at some point, stacked in a pile, facing the small four-story building, and just behind the skulls, were ten Japanese in a row, dressed in small Japanese military uniforms.

Ten people stood side by side, standing quietly, their biggest similarity was that their eyes were gouged out.

Pitch-black blood flowed down their eyes, blurring their faces, and none of them made a sound, still standing honestly.

Looking at them, a picture appeared in front of my eyes, ten Japanese soldiers laughing wantonly at Fan's house, the men were tied together by them and thrown in the courtyard, and the women were arrested and humiliated.

The purpose of these Japanese soldiers is very simple, that is, to insult the people of the Fan family, they bully the women of the Fan family on the one hand, and on the other hand force the men of the Fan family to watch, once someone closes their eyes, the bayonets of the Japanese soldiers fall.

The cries of women, the laughter of Japanese soldiers, and the desperate howls of men are intertwined, and at the end of the picture, I walked into Fan's house and cast a spell to arouse the dead men and women of the Fan family, and their revenge should be avenged by their own hands.

I, on the other hand, walked in a pool of blood, cut off the heads of Japanese soldiers, stacked their heads in a state of Kyoto, and made them repent of their crimes.

So, I gouged out their eyeballs and pickled them in a jar of wine by special means, so that they could rest in the ground.

And now, it's me digging them out with my own hands.

The Japanese believe in the so-called bushido, believing that after death they will return to the heavenly kingdom created by the so-called god Amaterasu, but all this is premised on the integrity of the body.

So I cut off their heads, made them desperate, and made them unable to return to what they called Amaterasu.

Cutting off my head and gouging out my eyes was the harshest form of revenge I could have imagined at the time.

"It's all true!"

Looking at the human head placed in front of me, I muttered to myself, and at the same time stepped on it, and a human head shattered, making a crisp kata sound.

Then came the second and third paths, and the heads were crushed by me, and the upright figures also dissipated.

Half an hour later, there was a puddle of debris on the ground, and the ghosts of ten Japanese soldiers were missing, and they had been trapped here for many years.

Even if I don't show up, it won't be long before they dissipate.

Buried under the flag-raising platform, every flag-raising is a torture for them, the loud national anthem, the vitality of the children, all of which are consuming their souls.

At the moment when they all dissipated, there was a slight change in the teaching building in front of them, and the figures of several women appeared, they stood in front of the window, looked at me deeply, and then bent down and bowed, and the figures also dissipated.

It's those women of the Fan family, they have been there for the past ninety years, they are looking at those invaders, and while torturing those invaders, they are also torturing themselves.

And today, those Japanese soldiers have disappeared forever, and these women of the Fan family have also been liberated.

I suddenly felt an indescribable sense of relief, this time I came over, I thought I was looking for a memory, but in fact, I came here to liberate, to let these women of the Fan family be free.

I returned the salute, got up slowly, and left the school.

On this trip, Rock Springs didn't disappoint me and proved some of my guesses, but what about the rest of the places?

What can I find in those places?

A face appeared in my mind, with stubborn eyes and a thin body, and I suddenly had a feeling that this young man was most likely the Taoist priest.

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