I was in a great confusion, but it was useless, and I tried to organize my chaotic thoughts as much as I could, summing up the bizarre events that had befallen me:

First of all, I took the train today and arrived at the nameless mountain that made the front table disappear five years ago;

Then, on the way up the mountain, I walked into the woods far from the mountain path, and for some reason jumped into the middle of the night, and it was not long before I encountered the mysterious dark shadow monster, who was brutally murdered with a great axe;

Eventually, all of what had happened above was nullified by mysterious time rewinding, and I woke up again on the train to Nameless Mountain.

I pulled out my phone to check the date and time on it, and then connected to the internet to make sure that the date and time on my phone had not been tampered with. I can't think of anyone tampering with my phone as an ordinary college student, but it's a necessary part of the check. And there is no doubt that I have really returned to the point in time when I went to Nameless Mountain. But is this really possible?

In many of the single-player games I've played before, players can choose to save and read files in the menu, and even if the character they control falls down in the level, they can start over. Therefore, I once imagined that if I could freely archive and read files in the real world, it would be equivalent to being invincible. Many challenges with a slim probability of success, as long as the probability is not zero, can be challenged repeatedly until they succeed, which can be called a super cheat in life. From now on, everything depends only on whether you want to do it, not whether you can do it.

And this cheat is in your own hands at the moment?

If I want to accept this obscene setting, I might as well tell me that everything that happened before was a nightmare. But how can I admit that it was just a nightmare? My arms and chest until now seemed to be filled with the afterglow of the intense pain that had been excruciating, and the utter fear and despair that reverberated through my consciousness were enough to make me fall into an ice cave.

And, at the end, my face ...... My face and bones were mercilessly shattered by the axe. I used to imagine what would happen to me if I threw myself into some dangerous situation, but as a human being, I would die like that...... I noticed that my hands and feet were trembling uncontrollably, and I guess I couldn't even stand on my feet now.

At this point, the train began to slow down, then stopped, and the door on the left side opened.

In my eyes at the moment, this exit is tantamount to the mouth of hell. I don't want to get off at this stop, just let me go home, I want to sleep well at home and forget about today's bad day. But to my great regret, my reason had now completely woken up, and I was still whispering coldly in my ear: I must get out of the car now, and I must confirm something in order to prove that I have really returned to the past.

I grabbed the metal bar in the middle of the carriage to support my body and dragged myself off.

After that, I went all the way through the turnstile and the exit, took a taxi to the bottom of the mountain, and then entered the shop from the last time.

I remembered what I had done last time, bought a few bottles of water in the store, put them in my backpack, and then pretended to be natural and walked towards the exit of the store.

As expected, the shopkeeper stopped me "again", "You want to climb the Nameless Mountain?" ”

This sentence was like an electric current that drilled into my spine.

"Yes." I said as I turned around.

The shopkeeper took out the photo from under the counter and handed it to me, "My friend's daughter, she's missing in the mountains." If you see it later, would you like to do me a favor? ”

"Okay." I couldn't tell if I was scared or excited, so I reached out and took the photo from the shopkeeper's hand, then looked down.

The person in the photo is the one who is very similar to the front table, the appearance of the missing young girl.

That's the proof, I'm really going back to the evidence of the past!

I've never encountered anything in my life that undermines my common sense in such a way.

When the shopkeeper finished his "lines" with me like last time, I walked out of the store with mixed feelings and checked the photos again and again.

The mysterious young girl who disappeared a month ago, the front table that disappeared five years ago, and me who disappeared "last time......

If I hadn't encountered the mysterious phenomenon of time rewinding, I would have been judged by the outside world to have disappeared by accident like the first two. So, can it be assumed that the young girl and the front table, just like me last time, inexplicably deviated from normal time and space, and when they came back to their senses, they found themselves in the mountains and forests at night, and finally met and killed the terrible black shadow monster?

After all, what is that dark shadow weirdo? I intuitively judged that it was human, but it was clearly not human, right? Could it be that it was an evil youkai that haunted the forest as described in some country monster story, and that the reason why I got lost in the mountains was also the work of that guy?

When I think of this kind of murderous evil thing wandering in the nameless mountain scenic area where people come and go, I can't sit idly by.

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I used to aspire to be the main character in a story.

Specifically, I aspire to be a hero who punishes evil and promotes good, and I often fantasize about what I should do when I have power. When I was rebellious in junior high school, I also became interested in the so-called aesthetics of evil, and I silently endorsed some social Darwinist comments on the Internet, but in the end I found that I couldn't grow a heart of stone. Sitting in front of the keyboard is naturally able to scold Fang Xuan ruthlessly, but it is really difficult to face the tears and cries that are close at hand. If I had superhuman strength, I would prefer to use it in things that make people laugh. As clichéd and boring as it sounds, I seem to be the right person to be a stale and boring person.

So I can't sit idly by and ignore that dark shadow monster. But what can I do? First of all, I must admit that there is a mysterious force that reverses my predetermined destiny and brings me back to life through time. But so what? Do I know the bottom of this force? Do you know how it works? What can I do to guarantee that if I die a second time, I will have a third life?

I couldn't be brave enough, and I didn't have a reasonable method, so I had only one choice - call the police.

This is clearly not the way smart people do it. Unfortunately, I'm not a smart person. But I had to at least do my duty as an informant, so even if I was taken as a delirious lunatic, I had to go into the reception room of the Nameless Mountain Police Station and describe the cruelty and strength of the dark shadow monster.

I've also pondered whether I should provide a more realistic image, such as finding a portrait of some fugitive murderer on the Internet, and then claiming to have witnessed him (or them) on an unnamed mountain, but that would constitute a disregard for the lives of law enforcers. The speed and strength of the black shadow monster far surpasses that of humans, judging from the explosive power that can pass through a distance of more than ten meters in the blink of an eye, his starting speed is fifty meters per second, and the limit speed is still unknown, and the muscles that are enough to provide this speed, God knows if ordinary bullets can penetrate it.

Sure enough, after only a few words of my description, the person in the blue uniform in front of him stopped recording. And after listening, he said, "Your name is Li Duo, right?" I'm nineteen years old and still in college. ”

"Yes."

"False police reporting is a disturbance of public order and is punishable by detention and fines. If you let the school and parents know about it, it's not easy, right? ”

"I'm telling the truth."

"Okay, okay, I'll let you go this time, you can go home." He said, "Besides, if there really is such a monster, how do you escape?" Even if you make up a story, you have to be able to justify yourself. ”

I didn't say anything about going back in time because that would make my account even less credible, but I had other excuses to prepare in advance.

The other party didn't wait for me to continue, and just kicked me out.

"Don't make an example, otherwise you will really be detained." It was the last thing he said to me.

But I'm not going to raise the white flag yet. Because while I was trying to convince the other party in the reception room, I thought of one more thing, that is, although this was the first time in my life that I had encountered an extraordinary event, what about the world and the country?

It's hard for me to think that the incident on the Nameless Mountain was the first extraordinary event in the history of the world, and it happened to be bumped into by an ordinary passerby like me. On the contrary, if this is an extremely rare event from a personal point of view, and not strange from a national point of view, it is not so difficult to accept being bumped into by me. Rather, I think it's a bit more probable.

Suppose that there is a department in the country that deals with such an extraordinary event, and I am going around calling the police to spread the news, will I be able to attract the attention of the relevant departments?

I want to keep trying. As for whether I can stay the course, I can't say for sure. Maybe I'm just carried away by the passion and sense of mission that I don't know. Once you are really detained, you may regret your naïve actions and come to your senses.

Right now, I plan to return to Liucheng, which is the closest to Nameless Mountain, and continue to report the case in Liucheng.

While I was waiting for the train to arrive at the station, someone pressed my shoulder from behind.

Looking back, it was a man who looked to be in his fifties, with gray hair and obvious wrinkles on his face, but his posture was exceptionally erect. Most notably, he wears the blue uniform of an enforcer.

Is it for my earlier report? My heart was pounding.

"Li Duo, huh? I heard about you. The old man showed his official ID and said in a businesslike manner, "Follow me." ”

He put away his papers, turned and left. I immediately followed.

I thought he would take me back to the office, but he just found a table and chair in the open air at a casual drink shop, and motioned for me to sit across from him.

"Do you believe what I reported?" I sat down and asked, "Are you from a department that specializes in these kinds of incidents?" ”

"I still need to confirm some details." He replied selectively, but seemed to acquiesce to my speculation in the second half.

Is there really such a department? Somewhere in my heart I started to itch. The setting of "National Dark Side Department" has many realistic archetypes, and it has endured in fictional stories for so long that it has become a kind of tacit romance. I was especially enthusiastic about this setting when I was in junior high school, and today I can't say that I have cured this complex.

"You said the youkai-like man was holding an axe." He took out his pen and notebook and asked, "What does that axe look like?" Like himself, is it pitch black, like a shadow? ”

I stopped the turmoil in my heart, calmly recalled, and some details were dug out from my memory.

"No...... It's not just black. At least not the black color of his body. "I tried to recreate the appearance of the axe in my mind, which was a bit difficult, the light was so dim, and I didn't look closely enough at the specific details of the axe," I can't tell what color it is, maybe it was silver, but it slowly oxidized to black, and then there were many traces of rust on it, like ...... It has been soaked in the sea for many years, and it has only recently been salvaged......"

"Soaking in the sea for many years?" He suddenly stopped recording, "Why the sea, not the lake or the river?" ”

His question was nitpicking inside and out, but I could only honestly answer: "It's just a metaphor, casually." It's okay to say it's lake or river water. ”

"I see." He nodded, "What was your first impression of him?" ”

I honestly replied, "Fallen to the point of intolerability." ”

"He didn't do anything bad in front of you before he attacked you, why do you think this way?"

He's right, my feeling is very unreasonable. If you think that guy is terrifying on the outside, it is good to say that it is terrifying, but why should you say that it is depraved? I groped for my sincerity, but I could only say, "I don't know." ”

"Last question, how did you escape from him?" He asked.

"I fell from a great height as I ran away, and there were branches and shrubs right below. I luckily didn't get hurt, and he didn't keep catching up. "I came up with an excuse that I had prepared in advance.

Am I really necessary to use excuses, though? I suddenly questioned myself. This excuse was fabricated to avoid reducing the credibility of the confession, and the person in front of me seems to be able to accept the existence of the Dark Shadow Monster, so it is not a problem for me to say that time backwinding, right?

But that's time back. The Shadow Monster is nothing more than a single threat, and the importance of going back in time is very different. It's very problematic to casually provide this kind of explosive information to people who are suspected of being in the dark side of the state.

No, these are high-sounding excuses...... I must confess to myself that the source of my judgment is neither for the credibility of my confession nor for self-preservation, but for my greed—I want to have time to go back to this secret.

Is there anything I can't do as long as I can rewind this power in time? As imagined in the past, it is not unattainable to become a hero who punishes evil and promotes good.

Obviously, whether time rewind will happen again is still a shadow!

He stared straight at me, but fortunately, my expression management ability was quite qualified, and he should not be able to see that I was ashamed. After a few seconds, he looked at me and said, "That's what he said, what do you think?" ”

Is he talking to me? No, his gaze should have been behind me. I tried to look back, but I noticed that a pair of hands had pressed on my shoulders first, and the scent of flowers was blowing from behind.

"There will be no mistake, that axe is the 'Siren's Blade'." A woman's voice rang out from behind, "We've finally tracked down the 'Majin'. ”