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If he really hit the wall and died, I can't tell.

I rushed over and shook his shoulders and shouted, "Hey? Feed? You're not going to die, are you? "Something seems to be changing. I slowly raised my head, beside me, there was no more school building with street lamps on, there was no court where we played just now, there were no walls beside us, the only thing related to the previous scene was the flower vine that the old man was holding in his hand.

I hurriedly turned on my phone and let the light on it look around. This should be a mass grave, the best proof of the dozens of graves in front and back.

In the past, I always heard people say that many schools were built on mass graves, and it seems that this is really a common denominator of Chinese schools.

At the top of the hillside, the animal, which looked like a dog and was not a dog, was eating the contents of a basket. They dragged things out of the basket at a distance, and I wasn't sure what they were. But it looks a bit like a baby, a baby wrapped in cloth.

I whispered and sat down on the ground, covering my mouth so that I could not make any noise, fearing that the dog over there would hear me and bite me. I've been in the mountain village for more than half a year, but I've never heard of such a man-eating animal in the mountains.

Not far away, I saw Jiang Lichen's figure. He had his back to me and a sharp knife in his hand. I was already nervous, and when I saw him, I instinctively wanted to call him. But when I saw the sharp knife in his hand, I quickly swallowed the sound that had been called into my mouth back into my stomach.

Jiang Lichen said that when he was fighting and killing, don't get close to him. Even if it's over, give him a few minutes of reprieve time.

I could only watch as he plunged the knife into the chest of the man in front of him, where the heart was, not the stomach.

Why did Jiang Lichen kill that person, and who was that person? I couldn't see the man's face at all, only the military uniform he was wearing, only from his exposed clothes. Very early PLA uniforms. However, there is no brief chapter, it should be just the kind of clothes like military uniforms that everyone liked to wear in the early days of liberation.

The man leaned over and slowly fell, saying, "I won't give it to you." You traitor, I won't give it to you if you die. ”

His body fell in front of Jiang Lichen, Jiang Lichen squatted down and said to him, "Death is just the beginning!" And you're also mistaken, I'm not asking you to give, I'm giving it to you! He took something and shoved it into the bloody hole in the dead man's chest.

I'm covering my mouth! Oh, my God! What do I see? What a bloody scene! For a moment, I couldn't even breathe. Jiang Lichen left and walked into the darkness, while the dead man on the ground struggled to get up.

I was so frightened that I sat down on the ground. Damn! At such a time, who would dare to approach?

He staggered to his feet and lowered his head. That posture was exactly the same as the posture of the ghost I had seen before. Then, he twisted in pain, and screamed so loudly that it scared away even the animals that were eating people over there. If I could, I would close my eyes and not look at this scene. Or rather, I must have closed my eyes at that time, I was already frightened, but my eyes were closed, but I still seemed to be able to see that picture.

The man cried out in pain, clutching the bloody hole in his chest. Is he dead or alive? I wasn't sure, and I didn't dare to move forward. I know this kind of thing, and if I don't do it, I won't die. I'm going to try not to let anyone find out.

Ten seconds, he's still screaming, twenty seconds, he's still screaming, and a minute later, he's still screaming. ! If I do this again, I'm going to go crazy. With such a lot of mental pressure, give me a gun, I can shoot him in the head first!

I desperately told myself not to come forward, not to seek death. But he kept screaming in such pain, and the pressure on me was like an invisible hand, pushing me forward.

Just as I took the first step, something seemed to be squirming in the bloody hole in his chest, and then in his mouth, his eyes began to bleed.

There was a "poof", as if it was a critical point, and after this sound, his body began to change dramatically. Long vines protruded from the bloody hole in his chest, then in his mouth, and then in his eyes. He could no longer make a sound, because his mouth was full of wriggling vines, and he could only make a whining sound.

His exposed ankles, too, seemed to have been punctured from his body by something confiscated, and from the wound came vines, which dug into the dirt.

The man's body, or rather the corpse, changes rapidly, and after two or three minutes, it becomes a dried corpse. It looks like a corpse is entangled with a plant.

The man couldn't move. In the end, he didn't even have a bone left. More and more flying vines enveloped his last body, pulling him underground and burying him completely. Only the wriggling rattan remains.

The rattan came towards me. I was terrified. Because of my experience of being used as fertilizer, I knew that the rattans had to be made right away. I panicked and turned and ran. But as soon as I turned around, I tripped over the leg of the old man, who was not far behind me.

"! You don't kill me today, are you upset? I scolded, got up, hooked the old man's squeaky socket, endured the unpleasant smell of alcohol and sweat on his body, and dragged him out.

When I grabbed him, I thought that I couldn't take him with me and run past those rattans. The last time I dug the grave, I still used fire, and Jiang Yidong's help didn't get ripped off. This time I took an unconscious drunk, and it was even more impossible for me to escape. But let me leave him behind, and watch him being dragged away as flower fertilizer, I can't get that black hand.

The time was too short for me to weigh the pros and cons when the vines had already come to me. If I had been given a few more seconds to think, I might have made the move of leaving him on his own and running for his life.

But it's a good thing I didn't leave him behind, or I'd have regretted it for the rest of my life.

The vines soon came to us, but they avoided us, just like the plants they had seen Jiang Lichen on the mountain. I watched in amazement at the vines that were wriggling past my hands, feet, and buttocks. These vines, bound me, dragged me by, I instinctively have a fear of them. But now they are there for me, and they are not attacking me.

After a few seconds of shock, I understood. Now, I am also a flower demon, like Jiang Lichen, I can talk to plants and make plants give way. Anyway, I can't die right now.

And the old man, as long as I pull him, the plants will not come near him.

I used all my suckling strength to pull him away from the vines. He's a smelly and heavy one, and I very, really want to leave him somewhere, let him become flower fertilizer. But it was just a thought, and I resigned myself to dragging him outside.

Suddenly bumped into something behind me, I screamed in fright, and saw Jiang Lichen squatting in front of me. He said to me, "Reach out to me, and I will take you out." ”

I didn't even have to think about it, I just listened to him. One hand held the old man, and the other hand was held by Jiang Lichen.

As soon as Jiang Lichen stretched out his hand, he held a white lantern in his other hand. That's the magic weapon that takes us out of this world. But when he tried to stand up, I screamed, signaling that I had to pull the old man, and I couldn't stand up. If I follow him like this, the old man will become a flower.

Jiang Lichen squatted down again and placed the white lantern between the three of us. Hold the lantern down. When I thought the lantern was going to break, the fire in the lantern burst out. The blue light of the fire flickered, as if the fire had rushed out and burned me, and it was all over for a second.

I looked around in surprise, there were no wriggling vines, no white lanterns, only an old man lying on the ground, still dragging a handful of flower vines torn off the wall in his hand, and Jiang Lichen who was holding his arm and squatting beside me.

Jiang Lichen stood up and said, "Don't worry about him, you can't die." Let's just talk to the guy who was still drinking and ask them to inform his family to come and pick him up. Let's go. ”

Jiang Lichen pulled me up, I was a little scared and reluctant to speak, he pulled me to the dormitory, woke up a teacher, and asked him to inform the man's home, we are going back first. As for the teachers who are already drunk, forget it. The teacher, who was able to go home, also returned to the mountain village with our car.

In the car, I didn't speak, but the two teachers seemed to be used to going to other people's schools and getting drunk and not coming back.

Back in the village, they said thank you and goodbye to us, and left, leaving only me and Jiang Lichen, he tilted his head sideways, looked at me, and asked, "Why don't you speak?" Frightened? You saw those images too. ”

I looked at him, and I knew I should talk to him, but I always felt that my mouth was so tired, and I was so tired that I didn't even have the strength to open it. When I was a teacher teacher, our psychology teacher told us that children who are not born mute are usually reluctant to speak due to psychological factors. For them, talking is a very tiring thing, so tired that they don't have the strength and don't want to put in the effort to accomplish it.

As long as they find something that is enough for them to work hard, to work hard, even if they are tired to death, they will speak. It's like a little girl who never speaks, and when she sees her favorite mother in a car accident, she finally makes an "ah" sound. As soon as she broke through the first note, she was able to speak.

Right now, that's what I feel. I'm so tired, I'm tired when I open my mouth.

When the car returned to the door of the old house, I got out of the car, walked directly into the room, sat down at the desk, pulled out a pack of A4 blank paper that I had bought earlier, and began to recall what had just happened. Even if it was horrible, I forced myself to remember it. I wrote down a lot of images, sentences, on a blank piece of paper. It's messy, there's no pattern, and there's no complete sentence. But I know what that means. I'm going to find the answer to that.