When I was still in school, the front table was a girl with a sinking appearance.

Smart eyes, clear voice, always fragrant on the body. I had a crush on her, but I was ashamed to talk about it.

Who would have thought that she would accidentally disappear during the class spring outing and mountaineering. The teacher immediately called the field search and rescue team, and I almost lost myself by sneaking into the mountains and forests to find myself. Eventually, the search and rescue team found me in the middle of the night, but she didn't hear from me.

After this incident, every time I think about that night, I can't help but imagine that I am at the front table, wandering hungrily in the mountains and forests in the middle of the night. The call of the search and rescue team and the lights came faintly from a distance, and I shouted and chased with all my might, but I couldn't close the distance anyway. Eventually, the sound and the light were gone, and I was forever abandoned in that lonely and eerie world.

This terrifying imagination has accompanied me through countless tossing and turning nights like an evil spirit.

Five years have passed, and I have entered universities in other provinces and cities, and returned to my hometown of Liucheng during the summer vacation. The mountain that once carved my eerie memories is located on the outskirts of Liucheng, and the last time I checked the route home, I noticed that the train I was taking happened to pass through this place, and I had a plan to revisit the old place. And now I was on this train, and when I was dozing off in my seat, the sound of the train's announcement woke me up in time:

"At the next stop 'Nameless Mountain Station', open the left door, and please give up your love seat to passengers in need......"

I simply packed up my spirits, got off as soon as the train arrived, passed through the turnstile and exit, and took a taxi to the bottom of the mountain. It was noon, it was still summer, the sun was hot, and then I had to climb the mountain, so I retreated somewhat. But giving up halfway is the worst, so I still secretly cheered myself up, and then went to the store first, bought a few bottles of water and put them in my backpack as a hydration.

That's when something bizarre happened. If I were a writer of weird stories, I would have added fuel to the spread of this.

Just as I turned to leave, the shopkeeper stopped me, "You want to climb the Nameless Mountain?" ”

"Yes."

Nameless Mountain is the name of that mountain. There are countless mountains with this name in the country, and this is still a natural scenic area. In my hometown of Liucheng, many people who like to go hiking and picnics will come here at least once.

The shopkeeper opened the drawer on the inside of the counter, pulled out a photograph from it, handed it over, and said, "My friend's daughter, she's missing in the mountains." If you see it later, would you like to do me a favor? ”

I didn't say yes right away, but took the photo and looked down at it.

And it was this weird photo that hit me unexpectedly.

I can't help but be surprised that although this photo is only a frontal photo of a girl, this girl's face is very similar to my front table that has been missing for many years. She has medium-long black hair, a delicate face, and a white carnation hair ornament pinned to the side of her hair, reminiscent of budding flowers and bones in spring. If there is any difference, it is that the girl in the photo is obviously a young girl who is still in elementary school.

Is the shopkeeper's friend the parents of the front table? They are still looking for their missing daughter? In that case, why did you use a photo of her when she was still in elementary school?

"This girl ......"

"This little girl disappeared a month ago, and I heard that she was lost while having a picnic with her parents on the nameless mountain." The shopkeeper sighed sympathetically, "Her parents were in a hurry, and they were looking for it in the mountains like crazy." I've been there to help, but I can't find any. I don't know if I was abducted by anyone. ”

"Disappeared a month ago? Not five years ago? "I was like a cloud, looking at the photo repeatedly, "How old is she?" ”

"Ten years old." The shopkeeper looked at me suspiciously, "What's the problem?" ”

"My classmate also disappeared here five years ago, and they look alike...... Sorry, I misunderstood. ”

"Yes. There are enough evil sects in this mountain. The shopkeeper didn't ask, "Anyway, I'll leave it to you." It's not too troublesome, just pay a little attention when passing by. ”

"Okay."

I walked out of the shop and kept looking at the photos on the way up the hill.

This missing young girl is really similar to the front table in the past. But once I knew that it wasn't the same person, I didn't settle down in my heart. I hadn't seen the table in front of me for five years, and her voice and smile were fading in my heart. Maybe the two are just alike, and the details of their postures are not so similar.

But I still can't let go, and even then, I have to focus on the things at hand.

I followed the mountain path that had been weathered for many years, step by step towards the top of the mountain.

The reason why I decided to return to the old place this time was not only based on the whim before returning home, but also to untie the knot in my heart for many years. Even though I live in the city, I can't help but recreate the horror of that dark mountain forest in my consciousness, and I don't know how many sleepless nights have accumulated, even if it is not an exaggeration to say that I am sick. And the solution I came up with after sober thinking is to "climb to the top of the nameless mountain in reality".

Fortunately, Nameless Mountain is not an indifficult mountain to climb. As long as you follow the steps, even the students who come here for spring and autumn outings can reach the top. Needless to say, I don't go out of my way to climb the mountain late at night, nor do I deliberately deviate from the trail. To put it bluntly, this is a disenchantment, a "ritual" to purify the dirt from one's own heart. If you put yourself in danger for this, you will be sacrificing your roots, so everything must be kept in a safe range.

If you want to say that there is anything else uneasy...... Perhaps it would be superstitious to list it as an element of uneasiness, and I've had the same weird dreams many times lately.

During this time, I often had this strange dream. It is said to be a strange dream, but it can't wash away the suspicion of erotic love, which makes it difficult for me to confide in people. The background of the dream is the familiar mountain forest, the full moon hangs high, and the silver light is faintly spread on the branches and grass. I crouched in the bushes, hugging a soft, pale female body tightly and doing the rain of clouds.

Anyone who hears about this must first label it as a spring dream, but I insist that this is a "strange dream", and there is a natural reason for it. The strange thing about this dream is that I know very well that the person with whom I am hugging each other, or to be precise, this thing of unknown origin, is not human. Just looking at this pale skin can be insightful, even if this is really a human being, it must not be a living person, but a ghost and a ghost like a horror movie.

From a psychological point of view, dreams are a reflection of the human heart, and all dreams have a cause. Therefore, I can't help but wonder if the appearance of it in my dream could be a reflection of the front table that I have lost for many years in my memory. Because I thought the front table was dead, that's why it came to my dreams like a ghost? The fact that I was so intoxicated with it in my dream meant that my crush on the front table in my heart had not gone away?

If it is changed to a superstitious narrative, how can this dream be interpreted? Is it that the front table resents that I can be rescued alone, and I can only stay in the boundless dark mountain forest, so he wants to harm me in my dreams? If so, how can it become such a dream of erotic love?

I have no way of knowing, and the unknown is the most disturbing.

With this unspeakable uneasiness, I finally ran into an even more bizarre event.

Many things will be revealed to people in the end, and people should question their good premonitions and value their bad premonitions. I thought that when I saw that bizarre photo, I should probably be fully alert and realize that I was standing outside the door of the bizarre event; However, instead of being vigilant, I stepped into it on my own, and I was really to blame. On the way to my arduous climb, I crossed the dividing line between sobriety and madness without paying attention.

What struck us at the drastic change in events was a cold wind that did not correspond to the season. The wind blew through my exposed face, neck and arms, and I finally came back to reality from my muddy inner world. It turns out that at some point, I have strayed from the safety of the mountain road and walked to a place where there is no human trace.

And to my heart's content, the sky was completely dark, and the silver full moon hung high in the night. It seemed as if an invisible hand had quietly moved the earth, causing the afternoon and evening to flash quickly, and in a flash I was in the dark world, to the old night that I had been wandering in the mountains and forests with hunger, and which had terrified me to this day.

I stood there with cold hands and feet, and even my heart seemed to stop beating for a second or two.

As far as the eye could see, there was darkness, and only the shadows of the trees could be vaguely seen by the moonlight. The only thing in my ears was the faint sound of gasps, heartbeats, the rubbing of clothes, the sound of the wind blowing leaves, the shrill chirping of insects, and the movement of unknown animals across the bushes. For a while, I didn't dare to make any movements, for fear of disturbing something.

However, just standing stupidly could not make the situation any better, so after a long time, I still took a few deep breaths to calm myself down, and reluctantly thought about what to do next. At this time, I remembered my mobile phone, took it out and looked at it, and the screen actually showed that it was ten o'clock in the evening.

Did I post for more than eight hours before? How can it be!

And to my great disappointment, and to my surprise, there was an out-of-circle symbol in the upper right corner of the screen, and I was unaware of the fact that I had walked into an area that was not covered by the signal. It was the same five years ago, no matter how many times I looked at my phone, I was outside the circle, as if to tell me that this place was no longer human.

Isn't this really a reenactment of a nightmare? How could such an unbelievable thing happen? Do I really have to accept such a bizarre reality?

I really don't know what I'm supposed to do. However, no matter how unwilling and reluctant I was, I could only try my best to convince myself to face the reality, instead of standing stupidly and complaining about "how is it possible". No search and rescue team came looking for me this time, and I wasn't the boy I used to be. I had to muster up the courage to save myself.

I used my phone's lighting to illuminate the grass and try to find the traces of my walk along the way, so that I could return to the trail.

As I walked, a wonderful instinct came to me, and I couldn't help but look at the darkness ahead repeatedly. I don't know if it's a hallucination from my chaotic mind, but I vaguely feel that there is some kind of guidance in the dark that wants to take me deeper into the mountains and forests.

To tell you the truth, I didn't want to follow any invisible guidance in this magical realm, but the tracks on the grass seemed to be in the same direction, so I had to move forward with suspicion.

The more I moved forward, the stronger my intuition became, and the more apprehensive I became.

It wasn't long before I came to a meadow that looked very familiar.

Just one glance at it, my gaze was firmly engaged. The meadow, and the surrounding terrain, resembled the place where I had a crazy time with that thing in a strange nightmare.

However, it wasn't the place that really caught my eye, it was the thing that appeared in the place.

That's not what appears in weird dreams to make fun of me.

It's a treacherous figure.

He can only be referred to by the word "shadow". The figure was pitch black, as if the human shadow that was originally just a flat surface was presented in a three-dimensional form, and the body was surrounded by black mist particles like a swarm of flies gathered next to a dead corpse, so that I couldn't even see the specific outline of his body clearly. Especially on such a night, when the only light source is the silver full moon hanging high above and my mobile phone, it is not easy to see this dark guy clearly. It's just that, despite how he doesn't look like a human, I have a strong idea for no reason—unlike the thing in the weird dream that looks like a human but is actually inhuman, he looks inhuman and actually human.

Moreover, he was an extremely dangerous, crazy, depraved man. As a human being, I didn't want to face him anyway, I couldn't accept that there were such people in this world—there was a voice in my heart screaming bitterly.

Demons—this incomparably clear word came to my mind at the same time.

When I had the idea, he finally made a move. I saw him adjust the angle of his posture slightly, and turn his face at me, apparently looking at me. From a distance of more than ten meters, he suddenly raised the weapon in his right hand aggressively - it was only then that I realized that he was holding an unusually large short-handled axe in his right hand. I didn't find such a murder weapon immediately, but I can only say that his own sense of existence far exceeds that of this murder weapon.

However, there is no time to think about what he really is.

He's going to attack!

I reflexively took a step back as fast as I could, holding my arm against my backpack like a shield and protecting it in front of me.

For someone like me who has no experience in fighting, this series of quick reactions may be so calm and agile that even I can't help but take the time to praise myself in my heart in addition to being nervous and panicked. However, almost at the same moment, the slash struck with a thunderbolt, mercilessly splitting my backpack, arms, chest, and internal organs like a bubble......

I watched as the contents of my backpack exploded, the severed arm spun in the air, and blood and bone fragments flew out. Sight couldn't catch how he swooped in front of me, as if the movement and attack had been cut out, only to end up brutally exploding in front of my eyes, and the overwhelming force turned my smug little trick into a tragic joke. My wound seemed to be stunned by the abrupt birth of my own wound, and it took a little delay to finally release the great pain that completely engulfed my consciousness.

I thought I was going to scream right away, but the pain was just as great as the horror that was too big. I fell miserably to the ground, my mouth wide open in silence and with all my might.

Looking up, he looked down at me without saying a word with his back to the moon, and the figure of the demon god and the terrifying axe caused me to hallucinate grotesquely in extreme pain and massive blood loss, and the figure and axe in front of me distorted and swelled in the blurred vision, turning into a dark guillotine standing majestically.

The guillotine's giant guillotine has risen to its apex.

A beautiful silver full moon, a terrifying dark shadow, and fresh blood slowly flowed down the edge of the murder weapon, dripping coldly down my cheeks.

The blade of the axe slashed mercilessly into my bone.

I woke up in a cold sweat in extreme despair and confusion, and while my eyes were round, I heard the familiar sound of the train radio in my ears:

"At the next stop 'Nameless Mountain Station', open the left door, and please give up your love seat to passengers in need......"

At this moment, I am in the seat of the train. The warm sunlight shines on your shoulders through the car window, and the daytime scenery flies by outside the window.

Time...... Back to daylight!?