Anjie's first reaction was to bring a group of people to the place where the gray haired middle-aged man disappeared.

The blind alley kept going in, getting narrower and narrower. At last, it could only allow one or two people to pass through at the same time. Then, the vision was slightly broadened, and at the bottom, the mottled and old walls were blocked in front of us. Some bricks were badly worn, and the cracks were covered with moss, damp and cramped. A group of crows standing on the wall, startled by the crowd, rushed to the sky. It's a dark place. It's a very bad feeling.

Anjie almost pasted on the wall, fingers carefully looked through the bricks one by one, the expression on his face became more and more confused. Mo Cong put his hands in his trouser pockets, followed Anjie's eyes, and frowned: "why do you think he Jingming will come here well? And one person is furtive? "

"This place is weird." An Jie did not answer the question. He checked the wall from top to bottom and murmured, "strange..."

"He Dong disappeared after tracking him that day. Now we have no clue at all. We can only go through the road again." Bai Zhihe said in a low voice, holding Zhai Haidong to one side, his eyes also chasing Anjie, "how about Mr. an?"

"I suspect the man we chased that day was tuxingsun." Anjie said that with his height, his feet can just reach the top of the low wall. "Otherwise, you say a big man turned over here without stepping on any moss. Is he a hydrogen balloon?" He walked down the corner from one end to the other, his fingers resting on his chin. "This wall looks familiar."

"All the dead alleys in Beijing look like this." Don't say it in a hurry.

"Screw you." An Jie gave him a white look and began to measure with his feet along the corner of one side of the wall. "Twenty one, twenty two, twenty three, twenty... Almost twenty-three and a half steps." He looked up at Zhai Haidong.

The old blind man listened in a daze, and suddenly grabbed Bai Zhihe and asked, "is there a brick empty in the upper left corner? Just to make one eye look out through the wall? "

Bai Zhihe narrowed his eyes and looked at it carefully: "it seems that there is..."

"Then in the middle, under the foot, under the foot, there is a mouse hole, isn't there? Is that right? "

It's frightening. People look at the old blind man like hell, only to find that there is a kind of nostalgic smile on his withered face, although it's worse than crying. Zhai Haidong says gently, "I remember, how can I not remember?" He asked Bai Zhihe to hold him close to the wall and gently touch the moss on the wall. "When I was a child, the wall in the backyard was like this. There was a small mouse hole under it. In front of it was a small yard that nobody took care of. I caught birds there. There was a medlar tree outside the wall. It had been a lot of years, but it was not thick. Then the gem like fruit fell everywhere and nobody picked it. It was eaten by birds."

"It's a pity there's no big wolfberry tree here." Anjie smiles.

"When I was a child, the drunken snake went to the room and fell from it, breaking its leg." Zhai Haidong said to himself, "the pain made him scream, and his father was very angry."

"He went to the wall to climb trees and catch birds for me. Later, my father punished me for standing in the corner all afternoon. When there was no one, they secretly went from one end to the other... At first it was 32 steps, then it became 28 steps, and then it stopped at 23.5 steps. At last the wall is no longer narrow

"It's not that the wall is narrow, it's that you are big."

"Who knows?"

"Wait, wait, wait." Don't shake your head, "where did your family live when you were a child? Is this your backyard

The smile on Anjie's face disappeared. He slightly looked up at the old wall: "no, this wall..." his index finger knocked on it, and he paused, "who deliberately made it... But why? It's strange. That strange old man disappeared here that day. Can he pierce the wall? Tudun? invisible? Or pole vault? "

Zhai Haidong stood by in silence.

Bai Zhihe thought, "Mr. an, why don't we walk again on the way back that day? Maybe there's a clue on the way?"

Anjie hesitated for a moment and looked at the wall again, as if the broken bricks had some magic.

"Wait a minute." Zhai Haidong grabbed Bai Zhihe. His lips trembled and he said in a low voice, "the brick on the far left, you clean the moss from top to bottom. Go

Several people who were still in a daze immediately came forward and wiped the moss of the leftmost row of bricks with all hands and feet. Zhai Haidong said: "count from top to bottom, the 15th brick, press down." The brick is very hidden, just when the arm of an adult man of ordinary size is bent to about 90 degrees, it can touch the position. It feels no different from any other brick, but when he presses it hard, he can feel the movement of a tiny position inside.

"Big brother? And then what? "

"Then press the 15th brick all the way, along the leftmost one, and push forward." Zhai Haidong's voice has a trace of imperceptible dryness, but no one noticed, and everyone's attention was focused on the incredible wall.

The brick wall is like a door, with the right side as the hinge, slowly opening from the left side to the outside, a long narrow road is exposed——

In the face of this mysterious narrow road, silence spread. Mo Cong slipped half a step to the side imperceptibly, just between Anjie and the narrow road. This slender and dark place gave him a bad memory. He didn't want to experience the experience of being thrown out in the face of danger again.

"Sleeping lion..."

Zhai Haidong waves his hand and interrupts Anjie's words. He steps forward two steps and touches the entrance of the narrow road and the sliding wall: "don't ask me. I don't know why there is such a corridor here. The secret is told by the poisonous wolf." He hesitated, slowly, and said in a very low voice, "that day... That day, he asked me here to secretly plot against you..."

Mo chuckled: "this place is very suitable for this kind of thing. Tut, Anjie, didn't you walk back and forth on the wall of your backyard so many times that you almost stepped out of the ground like Marx? This kind of mechanism didn't find out. It's time for someone to plot against you. "

Anjie was in a daze. He couldn't tell what kind of expression he had on his face. He was a little sad and a little dim. He shook his head: "I see, I see..."

So what? He didn't go on. This is a place full of memories and countless friendships. After such a thing happened, Anjie still doesn't understand. Who is responsible for this? When he looked at Zhai Haidong, he felt that the old blind man's eyes were empty, but there was a kind of unspeakable sadness, which was more than his own feeling.

"So, he Jingming probably found out here, and then sneaked back to check it secretly?" Don't rush to pick eyebrows, "why did he..." he suddenly thought of something, and swallowed the second half of the sentence, with a kind of inexplicable taste in his heart.

Why he Jingming didn't tell anyone and why he wanted to come back alone.

Maybe he has no face to face Anjie, or this place hides too many feelings and memories that others can't understand. Or... Don't shake your head: "let's go in." He took Anjie by the wrist, pulled him aside, and went in first to block the possible rampage of Anjie.

Down a few steps, then turn, down a few more steps

A crow, who was startled, fell on the edge of the steps. His whole body was as black as charred. He looked at Mo Cong with round eyes, opened his mouth, which symbolized the unknown, and called to him twice. He suddenly wiped his side and flew to the sky. Mo Cong clenched the gun in his hand at the moment when the bird came, and his palm was in a cold sweat.

This place is weird.

Anjie seems to have intentionally or unintentionally said: "Why are there so many crows?" Mo Chu raised his head. They were already half of the body underground. On both sides of the wall were huge walls. On the wall stood a circle of black crows, looking at them coldly, as if they were in a funeral market.

"Animals, leave them alone." Mo Cong gently holds Anjie's hand, and the chill gradually rises from under the ground. The summer vacation seems to disappear here. Then the field of vision suddenly widened, and Mo suddenly stopped and widened his eyes.

In front of me was a copper threshold. Leaning against the wall, there was a man sitting. His open eyes were pierced by sharp weapons, and two lines of blood and tears poured down on his face. He just looked at Mo Cong. He was naked, and most of his body was pecked by crows. In the hot summer, there were signs of decay. But even so, Mo Cong recognized the man at a glance.

"He Jingming..."

Into the depths of the forest of vengeance, the earth cracked, and there was a copper threshold in the cracked hole. There are many winding paths leading there. This cave is an entrance to the underworld - the gate of hell, the ultimate destination of Oedipus.

Mo Cong's eyes grew wider and wider. The scene before him made him feel strong malice, mixed with unspeakable strangeness. The middle-aged people who died miserably, crows in groups, and the ancient absurd myth ending: "this is too abnormal."

Anjie walked past him without saying a word and squatted beside he Jingming's body. He Jingming's blood spilled on the ground, his mouth open, and his fingers made a long mark. He couldn't tell what he felt. He hated this man for most of his life. Every time he thought about it, he wanted to get rid of him. This man seemed to be the source of all his negative emotions, the fear of claustrophobia, the pain of betrayal, and the disappointment of the letter of human affairs

He described the death of he Jingming in his mind for many times, but when he saw it, he didn't know why. What he remembered was not the three years of Darkness - but that he was punished by his father when he was a child and secretly gave him food; That speech is not much, but always with some kind of pure gentle eyes staring at their own people, that memory is the most shallow, but also the most sincere smile, that the dark people trembling crazy, and crazy behind the top like sadness.

"Brother is Jingming of" Chunhe Jingming ", which means sunshine."

After wandering around, she even thought about him. Anjie was puzzled to think that she didn't hate this person as much as she thought. Unconsciously, he gently put his hand on the back of he Jingming's hand and tightened it. His palm was cold.

Sin and hatred are too superficial to pass through death... And decay.

Anjie was at a loss.

After a while, Bai Zhihe sighed: "let's carry out He Dong first."

Mo Cong picked up Anjie and retreated to one side. Several people carefully squeezed out of the narrow corridor and raised he Jingming's body. Mo Cong unconsciously looked down, suddenly squatted down and fell on the ground: "look here, his body is blocking."

Gray corner, stained with blood to write out a few crooked handwriting: do not return

He didn't have time to write the last word, leaving a long trail.

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