"When your consciousness is detached from the body, your soul enters another dimension of the world, where you can see the world from the perspective of a spectator like a spectator."

"I saw the process, the life process of all the people around me."

"You can understand that making a movie, writing a script in advance, everyone is following the process of this script, and our lives are imprisoned in such a script."

"At first, I didn't believe it, thinking it was a pre-death hallucination."

"But then I found out that what I saw in the sacrifice was true."

"I've tried to change this process many times, and it stands to reason that according to the butterfly effect, even if I pluck a little bit and disrupt the trajectory, the butterfly wings will change that subsequent series of things."

"But it's not that simple." Zhang Qixun's face gradually became solemn, "It's useless, I found it useless." ”

"Whenever I mess up a certain plot point, in the subsequent development, there will be an invisible hand in it, in which it will control all this, and the point that was originally disturbed by me will unconsciously return to the original track, and I call this power 'it' for the time being."

"In my speculation, this 'it' has a lot of similarities with the 'it' that Chen Wenjin said, and 'it' may be related to the bronze door on the snow-capped mountain."

"Coming out of Genting Heavenly Palace, I have been trying to find this power to monitor me, and later in the snake swamp, I caught the existence of a puppet suspected of 'it', but that puppet is very weak, he is just a monitor, and the 'it' that really controls these has never shown its face from beginning to end."

"Combined with what Chen Wenjin said in the snake swamp, as well as some things I found out later, I deduced that the biggest puppet controlled by 'it' is a deeply hidden force, and the subordinates of this force are all over the country, and the current Nine Gates have been completely infiltrated by this power."

"That's the tenth hidden behind the Nine Gates, the biggest tomb robbery at the beginning, the accident of the archaeological team of the submarine tomb, the death of A-Ning, Chen Wenjin and they finally became the failure of the experiment, and they all have their hands and feet behind this series of things."

"The funeral back then was not their ultimate goal, they just wanted to find the secret of Zhangjia Gulou through the funeral."

"It is also this force that has been coercing Huo Xiangu with Huo Ling's news, and it was long since Huo Xiangu asked us to cooperate after knowing the identity of the little brother."

"I want to know the ending of everything, so in the half a month after I came out of the snake swamp and disappeared, I went to Qinling again, intending to sacrifice again, as I wished, I knew the ending, but the ending was very bad."

"The Nine Gates, which are already declining, will accelerate their demise because of this ending, which is one of the reasons why 'it' prevents me from turning my trajectory."

"In order to change that ending, I need to use the power of 'it', I can feel that this power has been mixed in the Huo family's ranks, but I can't be sure which person it is, or a group of people."

"So I left these two videos in advance, and if the plan went well, I might have walked away, and if it didn't, then I would have paid for my actions."

"I can't guess what my final outcome will be, and I don't think it's much better."

"If I really die in the Zhangjia Ancient Mansion in the end, this ending is actually not very unacceptable, after all, the Ancient Building is destined to be my destination."

Zhang Qixun smiled with relief, and finally looked through the camera to see exactly where the little brother was standing, "Zhang Qiling, when you come back, if you can find my remains, help me get a tezuka, and pick a better place to hang it." ”

"Now, I've prepared the box in advance." Zhang Qixun shook the white wood carved box in his hand, padded a layer of white flannel cloth inside, and then took out a thick stack of letter paper from the drawer and put it in the box.

"Here are some clues and follow-up plans, I wrote them all on the letter paper in encrypted text, but Wu Xie, you can definitely solve it."

"Also, I have prepared the wedding gifts of the fat man and Panzi in advance, and it is in the safe of my house, and there are still some of my shares and property in it, all of which are in the document bag, you only need to distribute it according to my will and sign it at that time."

"Finally...... Give me a funeral, just hang more paper lamps on this mountain, and if you want white ones, you should be ...... A final farewell. ”

"I've never left a last word before, and the process is a little rusty, forgive me." Zhang Qixun sighed and laughed, "Don't be too ugly, just say goodbye." ”

"Little brother, naïve, fat-"

"Goodbye—"

When the video ends, the screen goes dark.

None of them spoke, and they were all extremely uncomfortable.

The fat man squatted on the ground, covered his face and cried.

Listening to the fat man's crying voice, Wu Xiaoxie felt that he couldn't stand still, he felt that the space he was in was rotating entirely, and the long-lost dizziness hit, and the sorrow that had been deliberately suppressed in the past few days also rushed up like a, and his hands began to shake uncontrollably.

I don't know if he was so sad that he found that he couldn't cry.

"How can this be...... Wu Xiaoxie's legs were weak, he retreated uncontrollably, someone helped him from behind, he slowly turned his head, and his dull eyes were focused, "Little brother, Muyu is dead, Muyu is really dead......"

The little brother looked at him quietly, and Wu Xiaoxie couldn't see any emotion in his dark pupils.

"Zhang Qiling! Wooden fish, he's dead! Wu Xiaoxie shouted uncontrollably, "Did you hear that?" He's dead! Never coming back! ”

But the little brother let go of the hand that was helping him, turned around and walked out of the tent, he walked very fast, like a gust of wind, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

With a plop, Wu Xiaoxie couldn't hold on to sit on the ground any longer, leaning his back against the table legs, and hugging his head tightly.

Xie Yuchen was on the side, silently looking at the two people who were in a breakdown, he could understand their emotions, but he couldn't empathize, in this case, any comfort was pale and powerless.

He turned around and walked out of the tent, glanced in the direction the little brother had left, and whispered to his subordinates to guard this place and deal with other things himself.

The little brother walked aimlessly, he didn't know where he was going, he just didn't want to stay in that oppressive space to suffocation.

Before he knew it, he walked to the back mountain, where there was a tree, the old pine.

There were also mats made of three blades of grass under the tree, and the heavy rain did not wash them away, perhaps the huge canopy protected them.

Two of Orion's dogs ran upside down, circled around the little brother's legs, and when they saw that the little brother ignored them, they ran under the tree by themselves, and took the three damp grass balls to the place where the sun was shining, and then fell asleep comfortably on the side.

The little brother looked quietly for a long time before he looked up at the canopy above, but found that on the branches above the grass mat, there were only three small red rope signs left.

What about the other one?

He was a little anxious, and immediately climbed the tree and looked for it carefully.

Until I found that it was almost dark, the sunset hung between the two mountains, the afterglow shone obliquely, most of the crown of the pine trees was immersed in the warm yellow halo, the light passed through the gaps between the needles between the treetops, through the evening mist, fell to the ground, and formed one after another small golden spots, the breeze blew, and the light spots danced playfully.

From a distance, the whole tree seems to be enveloped in a piece of Buddha's light.

When Wu Xiaoye and the two came over, they saw the figure of the little brother sitting in the misty Buddha halo, and the light was shining from the opposite side, and they couldn't see the expression on the little brother's face clearly.

The two walked under the canopy, and the rustle of stepping on the dry needles woke the little brother up.

Seeing the two people under the tree, the little brother was silent, holding something tightly in his hand, slowly stood up on the branch, and reached out to take down the other three red rope cards hanging on it.

Before Wu Xiaoye and the others came back to their senses, the little brother was already standing in front of them.

After being silent with each other for a long time, the little brother suddenly handed a small card to Wu Xiaoxie.

Wu Xiaoxie took it and saw a line of words engraved on it.

——Time is shallow, one step at a time, and the years are evergreen.

In a trance in his mind, he seemed to see that on a scorching afternoon, the fat man was hiding behind a tree and making a sweet phone call with a sweet face, and Muyu and the little brother were sitting under the tree to enjoy the cold.

The little brother was holding a large bowl of mung bean soup in his hand, as if he was in a daze, and as if he was looking at the small sawdust falling from the hand of the wooden fish like gold dust.

The breeze blew, and there were small spots of light that jumped into the little brother's eyes, and his eyes were clear and peaceful.

I don't know when I came back to my senses, but occasionally there was a dog barking or two in the distance, and a kind mist lingered in the mountain nest, and the green distant mountains looked like shadows in the fog, and there were late returning jays and sparrows skimming around the treetops on the mountain, and the cry came far away.

The moonlight was hazy and the light rain lingered.

The little brother still had three small cards in his hand, he returned the fat one, stared at the remaining two, straightened the tassels that fell underneath, and then put them in his pocket.

The fat man took a deep breath and said softly: "It's raining again, let's go back, let's stack the lamp for Muyu and send him on his last journey." ”

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In the tent, Xie Yuchen specially arranged for someone to hang up a warm lamp.

Wu Xiaoxie and they stayed up all night, using the bamboo cut in the rain, cutting out the soft bamboo strips, overlapping them together, weaving them into a small bamboo lamp the size of a basketball, and finally covering the surface with rice paper, the warm white light passed through the cloud-white paper, hazy and soft.

All the guys present wore black armbands with the word "respect" written on them in white.

The old pine tree and the trees within a radius of one kilometer around it were almost all hung with white lanterns, and according to the arrangement of the four elephants of feng shui, Wu Xiaoxie and the three of them hung them personally, stacking the lanterns and hanging the lanterns, which took five days.

Accompanied by the stars and the moon, the warm lamps that burn up are like millions of stars in the forest with candlelight, and thousands of streamers compete to fall here.

The white light is easy to dream, and the gods and Buddhas dance together.

Thousands of bells are scattered, and thousands of snow float mountains.

The night passed, and only the tops of the old trees remained, and at the highest point, there was still a lamp on.

That's the ever-bright lamp that the little brother lit for Muyu.

The lights are flickering, extinguishing is not the intention, and the afterglow of burning out always goes where he needs to go.

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Early the morning of the next day after the funeral.

Wu Xiaoxie hadn't slept all night, his eyelids were very heavy, but his brain was unusually awake, and whenever he was about to fall asleep, there would be a loud bang in his head, waking him up.

He knew that it was the explosion he heard when he and the fat man had fished out Panzi and were about to return to the waterhole.

He didn't know how the explosion caused it, but he knew that the entire cave was collapsing at that time, and countless rubble fell down, flooding the cave in an instant.

They could only run, keep running, all the way down.

Finally, there was a bright light ahead, and they rushed out.

He didn't want to remember what happened after that, and every time he thought about it, his heart would ache like a pinprick.

Slowly, the memory was hidden by him, but it reappeared in his consciousness in his dreams every night.

In the dream, Muyu said something to him before he finally turned around, but his figure was almost completely hidden in the mist, and he couldn't hear it clearly.

Woke up again, Wu Xiaoxie heard that it seemed to be raining outside again, he turned around a little irritably, but found that a dark shadow was standing next to his bed.

He was instantly woken up, and his mind buzzed, and his first reaction was that the slumped shoulder of the dog was about to kill him, and the second reaction was to pull out the dagger under the pillow and stab him wildly, stabbing the dog into a hedgehog.

The brain says, "Do as I say."

The body said, "No, no, no, I can't react".

So Wu Xiaoxie put his right hand under the pillow, and before his body was moved out of the bed, his left foot had already reached out to hook the shoes on the ground.

This led to him finally grabbing the dagger, slipping off the bed gorgeously and kneeling on the horse.

The dark shadow was eerily silent.

There seemed to be a whispering lament outside the tent, "I'm a mother." ”

Even if the voice was lowered, Wu Xiaoxie could still hear that it was the voice of a fat man, and Xiaohua's subordinates would not be so weak that anyone would sneak in, so the black shadow in front of him ...... it, little brother!

Wu Xiaoxie looked up, although he had the light on his back, he was indeed a little brother.

However, the little brother was carrying a black backpack, which blended in with the clothes on his body in the shadow of the backlight, and he really didn't recognize it at first glance.

Wu Xiaoxie got up from the ground, patted the dirt off his trouser leg, inserted the dagger back into the buckle behind his belt, and asked, "Little brother, what are you doing here?" ”

The little brother looked at him and said lightly: "It's the end." ”

"What?" Wu Xiaoxie didn't understand what he meant.

"I'm going to finish the final step of something." The little brother said, "I don't have time. ”

Wu Xiaoxie only felt a blast in his head, and before he could speak, the little brother had already turned around and walked out of the tent, carrying his knife on his back.

Wu Xiaoxie stumbled and hurriedly chased out, but was stopped by the fat man standing by the tent, "Innocent, let him go, our bureau is over, his bureau is not finished, we have no right to force the little brother to live according to our ideas." ”

"Moreover, Muyu has known about it for a long time."

Wu Xiaoxie stared blankly at the back of the little brother who was gradually moving away, because it was raining lightly, the fog in the morning was very large, and in the blink of an eye, the figure of the little brother disappeared.

He was a little difficult to accept, the wooden fish was gone, and the little brother was gone, it turned out that this was the result of everything he had been chasing the puzzle so far.

"Will he ever come back?"

"Will come back, Muyu said he will come back, he will definitely come back."

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Thanks to [Qi Muyun] [Don't forget the original intention] [Book friend 20210819180826587] and other bigwigs for their rewards, than the heart (PS There will be a part of it added in the past two days, and tomorrow Zhangjia Gulou will be completely over)

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