In the past few years in the army, I have participated in many stationed training missions, and the places where these missions are carried out are often in barren mountains and mountains, and sparsely populated places. There are two types of people in this world, one is the living who are better than the dead, and the other is the dead who are still nostalgic for the world.

In fact, these two types of people can be classified as human beings in a sense, but they are also the yin and yang sides of each other who are mutually exclusive and unwilling to communicate normally. I think that people are dead for a lot longer than they are alive, and maybe the living person is just a brief dream of the dead person, and this is only my personal definition of what I mean by ghost.

One year, in order to allow the recruit drivers to train their driving skills closer to actual combat, the regiment pulled us to a barren mountain for mountain driving and other wartime skills training. The mountain is actually a bare stone mountain, in addition to the stones on the mountain is some tall grass, there is a training base at the foot of the mountain, every year there will be teams of various units to come here for a period of training, occasionally there will be local armed police units to come here for training.

When we arrived at the training base, an armed police unit also arrived at the same time as us, and they were engaged in live ammunition shooting or something. There is an old saying that if there are few people, the yang will decline, and the yang will make the yin prosperous, and the yin will be prosperous and there will be many ghosts, and there are no exceptions here, and the veterans who have been stationed here all the year round say that there is also a rumor that this training base is haunted.

Comrades-in-arms who have served as soldiers know that there are many mobile stalls of surrounding villagers, that is, small traders, near many military stations, and most of them ride electric tricycles and follow the troops around, attracting many soldiers to spend when they seize the opportunity. Most of them sold some food, drink, tobacco and alcohol, and there were nothing else, and they were free from mobile supply points.

It is said that there is an old man surnamed Wang in this base, who often rides a tricycle to sell some food and drink nearby, and once, a large number of recruits came to this training base, and these vendors around heard the news. They all drove their own mobile stores and followed the large army to peddle goods, and the old man Wang was slower than the others because of his age and riding a tricycle, but he still persevered and followed. But each time, he could only receive a few belated soldier customers sporadically.

On this day, the old man Wang got up early in the morning, in line with the principle that the early birds have worms, he wanted to take advantage of the gap when other colleagues were still at home, and arrived at the assembly point of the troops first, and pulled more people. When the old man Wang, who got up early and hurried at an intersection, he didn't control his speed well, and suddenly he overturned into a ditch on the side of the road with people and cars. It's okay if there are more people on the road later, but the time of his accident happened to be stuck in the early morning, and there was no one on the road, so he missed the time to save his life.

With the death of Old Man Wang, strange things happened frequently near the station. In the beginning, it was a soldier who came to train there, and when he was on duty at night, he would often see an old man on a tricycle walking around the camp with a cart full of goods, and some soldiers wanted to stop him to buy some cigarettes and smoke, but he couldn't stop telling him. After a long time, everyone said that at night, there would be a strange old man riding a tricycle in front of you, but he just wouldn't sell you.

There is no shortage of the first person in the world who dares to eat crabs, and once, when a recruit who does not believe in evil was on duty, he saw the strange old man from a distance, and he took the first step to block the old man's inevitable path. When the old man rode up to him, he shouted.

"Fellow, do you have any smoke? It's the kind of fifteen, I'll take a pack. ”

The old man did not speak, but silently got off the car, turned around and rummaged in his three-wheeled carriage, the recruit saw that there was a play, he reached out and took out a twenty bill, the old man rummaged for a long time, and finally took out a pack of cigarettes from the carriage, only to see him slowly walking towards the recruit.

In the eyes of the recruits, the old man walked more like he was floating in the air, but because it was dark, he couldn't see exactly whether the old man was walking or how. The old man quickly approached the recruit, stretched out his hand and handed the cigarette to the recruit. The recruit saw that it was okay, then reached out and took it, and gave the old man the twenty yuan in his hand, and said.

"Find me five coins, just need it, thank you~ fellow."

The old man hesitated for a moment to take the twenty yuan bill, and then he didn't move, as if he was thinking about something, and after waiting for a long time, the recruit saw that the old man had not looked for his money for a long time, and he was also a little impatient, and urged.

"Fellow, hurry up~ I still have to be on duty, and the leader will come to check the post in a while."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man slowly raised his head and said in a hoarse voice.

"Comrade, I don't have change, I can't find it~~~"

The recruit's eyes glared at the boss and looked at the old man opposite in horror, only to see that the old man's face was covered with blood, and when he spoke, blood was still gushing out of his mouth.

I only heard an exclamation, the recruit turned his back and was unlucky, the recruit did not join the army for a long time, the age is relatively young, and the psychological tolerance is still relatively weak. Soon, the inspectors found the recruit lying thirty meters outside the duty point, and when he was found, the recruit was still holding a handful of branches in his hand.

I listened to this story from a base sentry at the gate at two o'clock in the night when I was on patrol, and I didn't feel anything, but it scared one of the recruits on duty with me. He took a few puffs of cigarette in his hand to hide his nervousness, and when I saw him like this, I stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, and then took out a small bottle of Niulanshan from the pocket of my coat, and handed it to him.

The story is weird, but I don't think it's scary, and even if it's true, it's just a dead man's obsession at work. It wasn't until later, when we were doing a night training, that there was another extremely exaggerated scene that shocked me.

Halfway through the training task, the regiment organized a competition training for the commanders of each company to punctuate at night, that is, to make some special marks in the villages, woods, mountains, and other places near the base. Mark the approximate location on the map, and then let the commander of each company find and write down all the marks before returning to the assembly point, the shortest time is the first place, and each company can also bring four company backbones to participate.

At about 8 o'clock in the evening, all the officers and men participating in the training gathered together, and I, as the company commander's right-hand man, was among them. As the timer began, all of us rushed out of the base, and for a while, flashlights flashed everywhere on the main roads and small roads near the base, and in the woods. The dogs in the nearby village barked wildly, and I smiled while thinking of the scene of the devil entering the village.

Under the command of the company commander, we quickly divided into two groups, the company commander took me and a soldier, and the instructor took two soldiers to find the marking point. I took a flashlight behind the hall, and the company commander and another comrade-in-arms rushed to the front, and we rushed straight up the hill from a path in the woods.

On winter nights, it was dark and cold, and I was in charge of shining a flashlight forward at the rear, and the company commander looked at the map to adjust the route, leaving one person to look around for points that might be marked. Soon, we found the first marker, and when we got it done, we rushed straight down the hill into the woods. The three of us were running fast, five or six meters apart from each other, and I was still at the back.

Just as I was running as hard as I could, I suddenly noticed that something seemed to be running side by side with me, because it was dark and I was running on the road ahead, so I didn't pay much attention to the movement on the side. But the feeling of something running with me was very strong, and I could clearly perceive that it was big, and my curiosity became heavier and heavier.

While suppressing my curiosity, my pace slowly slowed down, and then I turned my head uncontrollably, and at that glance, I saw a very exaggerated and bizarre scene, and I saw an old man on a tricycle in the forest next to me moving at the same speed as me. And he seems to be constantly passing through the tree, causing it to disappear from time to time, but I can see it very clearly.

Originally, I could have endured this situation, but at that time, because of the accelerated heartbeat of crazy running, I was the last in the group of three, and the fear of being left alone at the end "boomed" into my brain. At this time, the distance between me and them had been narrowed, and I gritted my back molars, took a step and rushed forward, and vaguely, I could still feel that the old man on the bicycle next to me had been following me.

In this way, I caught up with them, and then the three of us also ran to the village at the bottom of the hill, and the dog at the head of the village screamed, and the dog in half the village followed suit. At this time, the quiet night was also lively, and there were dogs barking everywhere, and it was not only us who entered the village, because there were also several flashlights in the distance.

I breathed a sigh of relief and looked around again, but there was no trace of the old man, I had heard rumors that the base was haunted, so I immediately thought of the old man Wang who fell to his death, fortunately I didn't have time to go shopping.

After the mission, I forgot to tell the others about it because I was overly excited, and there was an episode that made me laugh, I heard that a group of people was chased by the village dog for three kilometers, and one of the soldiers in the back of the palace was bitten on the buttocks.

After some people die, they will repeat what they are used to doing in life, this is the obsession of the dead, and if we encounter it, we don't bother it, and nothing will happen.