A small village that has been abandoned for a long time, in the middle of a large stone road, in disrepair, both ends of the stone slab has been encroached by weeds, because of the stone slabs, there are not many weeds on this road, only the green vines that grow tenaciously in the cracks of the stones.

In the middle of the road, a pile of orange flames burned along the already laid firewood and grass, sometimes large and sometimes small. A teenager lay on his side next to the flames, a pained expression faintly visible on his face.

There was no one, only the mountain wind that never stopped whistling.

Bello was asleep, but saw a figure crouching in front of him with what appeared to be a smiley mask. The man had no ears, what appeared to be two horns on the top of his head, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and his mouth hooked upwards as if he were wearing a smiley mask.

No, not people!

This thing is not human!

Bello could vaguely feel that the "thing" in front of him was not a person, it was just the appearance of a person.

What the hell is it? Bello struggled with all his might in a half-asleep state.

Wake up!

Wake up! The face of the young man under the campfire became more and more painful, and he was constantly struggling. With the only consciousness you have, tell yourself that you must wake up. In the wilderness, the state that could have been awakened at any time disappeared at this time, and Belo could only struggle as hard as he could, resist his sleepiness, and constantly wake himself up with intermittent consciousness.

"Ahh

When I opened my eyes, it was still pitch black, the previous fire had been burned out, leaving some soot in place, and the remaining charcoal fire showed a dark red color in the wind, disappearing and extinguishing. The bonfire stretched in the direction Bello's swing, the flames much smaller, swaying and whirring in the wind.

There are no figures!

Bello opened his eyes and saw no one in front of him.

What's going on?

Bello's heart began to flutter, he really felt a humanoid thing crouching in front of him, and he even vaguely saw the image of this thing when he was half asleep.

At this moment, when I opened my eyes, there was nothing in front of me.

What the hell is going on?

Is it a delusion? Or is it some weird question?

Bello didn't dare to sleep, the bonfire was a little smaller, a gust of wind blew, and the dark shadows around him were like monsters, and they wanted to pounce.

When you are alone, you are prone to crankiness, and Bello is more cranky in such an environment. What was that humanoid creature just now? Why did this little village somehow become such a ghost town? Where did the people go during the day? Where did Olivier and the others go?

Bello remembered that he had eaten a meal at the fat man's house and took a hot bath. Is that real or fake?, Thinking of the hot bath, Bello suddenly thought of a way to verify it, he rolled up his sleeve and scratched his fingernails lightly on his arm.

White marks appeared.

This is a way to verify that you have not taken a bath, and after taking a bath, it is easy for a person's skin to scratch a white mark. Bello's white marks appeared. This proved that he had indeed taken a bath, and Bello was somewhat pleased. This means that he has entered the fantasy world before taking a bath, so he will leave traces of bathing after taking a bath.

Immediately, he was disappointed again, this seemed to mean nothing. In a world, if everything that is considered reasonable is happening, and what is considered unreasonable will not happen, there is no way to judge whether the world is real or illusory.

There's no way to prove what kind of environment you're in.

Bello crossed his legs and sat frustratedly beside the fire. At this time, he couldn't help but feel sleepy.

The sky began to sink and I don't know when the moon has been obscured by the clouds. The red glow is still flowing. Red clouds replaced the moon and shone a faint light that shone on the world.

Bello forced himself not to sleep. But for some reason, he always felt that his sleepiness came deep and fast.

"Meow!" a crisp cat meow broke the quiet air, and Belo woke up in horror.

Looking up, I saw a gray-skinned cat squatting on the crumbling wall, looking this way, its eyes shining with a faint green light.

The cat seemed to be afraid of the fire, and squatted far away on the dim firelight wall, looking like it wanted to get close but didn't dare to get close. Seeing this cat, Bello suddenly lost his sleepiness and suddenly became energetic. He tried to walk in the direction of the cat. The cat didn't pay attention to his movements, but leaned forward, squeezed its front legs on its chest, and lay down on the wall.

The cat didn't seem to be afraid of people, and Bello walked forward again, only two or three meters away from the cat. He tried to get closer, when a voice sounded behind him: "Young man, if I were you, I wouldn't do that!"

Who?

Before Bello could react, he saw the cat lying lazily on the wall suddenly open his eyes, and the two eyeballs were the same as the copper bells, and the color of these two eyeballs was miserable green, as if two ghost fires were swaying in the air.

"Meow!" the cat opened its mouth and screamed, this time its mouth was wider than a human head, and the sharp teeth like steel nails could be faintly seen.

Bello was frightened and quickly retreated, and then retreated to the fire, making the fire a little bigger. The cat seemed to be very afraid of the fire, and looked at the growing firelight, and retreated slightly, jumped off the wall, and scurried a little farther away, still lying there, looking at Belo with a burning green glow in his eyes.

"Young man, if I were you, I wouldn't do that!"

This voice appeared again, Bello was shocked, searched around, found no one, and couldn't help but shout: "Thank you for the reminder, where are you? Why can't I see you?"

"Young man, if I were to do that, you wouldn't!" the voice sounded again, like a repeater, and Belo searched for the source of the sound. I found that the sound came from a dilapidated stone slab I was sitting on. A crow is drawn on the slate like a child's graffiti. It's like a preschool child's drawing, crooked and simple.

It was the crow's beak that was opening and closing, and it was constantly making a sound: "Young man, if I were you, I wouldn't do that!"

When Belo saw this crow slate, he was stunned. What the hell is this? How can people tell if it's a fantasy or a reality?

Is there a talking slate in reality, and is there a cat in reality with a mouth bigger than a human head?

While paying attention to the burning of the campfire, Bello repeatedly looked at the dilapidated cyan slate, which had been exposed for many years, and this slate had shown signs of weathering, and the corners were shattered, revealing a layer of shale white* lines, covered with fine cracks. The slate was not large, only half a foot square, and there was nothing on it except this fist-sized stick figure crow.

He tried to talk to the crow, but the crow said one thing over and over again, and nothing else. Bello suddenly felt that he was a little funny, a high-level intellectual with Marxist education, who was now actually asking questions to the slate, and trying to get the slate to answer his own question, commenting in a mature sentence "This is not scientific!".

The crow was asked several questions, and this stick figure crow repeated the same sentence. Ignore Bello's questioning.

Words such as who are you and where am I now?, the crow did not answer.

"What would you do?" Bello tried to talk to the crow as if he were a normal person, and asked as the crow meant.

"Follow the black cat!" Unexpectedly, the crow actually replied to Bello's words.

"Black cat, where is the black cat?" Bello asked, confused, and he looked up to see that there were no black cats around him. Only gray flower cats with miserable green eyes and burning eyes.

The crow entered a state of repetition again, repeating "Follow the black cat!"

Bello looked around carefully, and now he was much more careful, and he could see everywhere in the corner. I didn't see the so-called black cat at all, and there was nothing else here but the gray cat.

"Black cat!"

"Follow the black cat?"

Bello tried to parrot and communicate with the slate. I couldn't help but complain to myself: Communicating with the slate? What is this called? Am I crazy?

After the second sentence was spoken, the slate was silent. The crow was bouncing on the stone slab, which was obviously a flat slate, but it jumped into the depths, out of the sense of three-dimensional space. Bello watched as the stick figure crow jumped farther and farther away, and finally became a dot and disappeared.

Let's go?

What's going on?

Is the slate still useful?

Is this a treasure?

Belo looked over and over the old stone slab, and the crow was no longer visible, and no matter how he changed the angle, he could not see the stick figure crow.

The black cat is gone, the crow is gone, and there is a strange gray cat next to it. It's kind of funny to say, people are actually frightened by cats.

If it was a normal cat, Bello would definitely be able to kick it away without saying a word. But the cat in front of him is a cat or not. The bark just now, the mouth opened to the size of a human head, and it was definitely not a normal cat.

Belo looked at the bonfire, not daring to let it get too big, nor to let it go out. It's too big, and there is a lot of burning firewood, I'm afraid it won't support it until dawn, and it's too small, I'm afraid that a gust of wind will blow it out.