It's about four hours' train ride from Beijing to the small town. From the small station without even a square, Mo Cong felt as if he had gone through time and space, back to 20 or 30 years ago. Taxis and rickshaws stop at the door in a mess. When they see a new round of passengers get off the bus, they rush in and talk to each other.

Two people put their luggage in a hotel near the railway station, got into a taxi, and Anjie reported the place name. Mo Cong noticed that at that moment, the man's face showed a mixed look of reminiscence and nostalgia, although it flashed by. The driver looked at him suspiciously and murmured: "so partial..."

The location is really far away. The taxi takes them away from the small town. The road is bumpy, and the houses on both sides are getting lower and lower. Finally, they even become large wheat fields. Anjie seemed to be avoiding people intentionally, so he told the driver to stop from a long distance.

Mo Cong followed him through the field. After walking for more than 40 minutes, Anjie didn't seem to stop. He couldn't help asking, "it's not like there are people around here... Anjie, how many years have you not come back?"

"More than ten years." After a pause, Anjie squinted and looked around, as if a little uncertain, "but after my father's death, this place is really uninhabited."

"Why?"

Anjie shrugged: "it's too far away, the traffic is not convenient, and..." he laughed, "what do you say? Such a big fire, the people inside were burning like coke. The police said it was murder. Up to now, it is still a pending case. Originally, there were few neighbors. As a result, they moved away intermittently. Ah, by the way, it's not far

Mo Cong followed his eyes and saw that there was a lonely grave not far away. There was a bunch of flowers in front of the tombstone, but they were not completely dry. He followed Anjie to the tomb and looked at the kind-hearted middle-aged woman on the tombstone. A woman with a round face, very rich, mouth with a gentle smile, as if away from life and death, also can let the people watching her black and white photos feel good.

"I heard that this is drunk snake's grandmother. I'm too young to remember. It's said that she was my neighbor and a very good person at that time. Drunk snake died when she was eight years old, so my father adopted him." Anjie squatted down, fingers across the flowers on the ground, thinking, "has he been here recently?"

"Who? Drunk snake

"Well..." Anjie frowned, and his fingers beat his chin. "It's said that drunk snake and his grandmother depended on each other when they were young. There should be no other relatives. Who would come except him?"

Mo Cong didn't say anything. I don't know why. After getting off the train, he felt very strange all the way. Sitting in a taxi, he paid special attention to it several times, but didn't find half a person following him, which always made him feel a little unusual. The other side specially made the strange middle-aged man and the wall with mechanism. It seems that they intended to lead them back to this place, but now there is no movement. If the drunken snake really came to see his grandmother's tomb recently, is it waiting for them in front?

What does he Jingming's last "don't go back" mean? He took a look at Anjie, who took out a wet towel and wiped the tombstone. He doubted that this man was not in the state at all. Under the current situation, no matter how careful he was, it seemed that he was alone and nervous, and his leisurely tone seemed to be on an outing.

It's not urgent.

Sure enough, not long after that, Mo Cong saw a small yard full of broken bricks and tiles, just like ruins. Anjie stopped and sighed a few times. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the blackened bricks and tiles, the big trees that no longer had vitality, the stone roads that could not be seen in the yard, and the dilapidated houses——

When I close my eyes, it seems that the sound of four boys' laughter is still mixed in the wind. The handsome and elegant man leans on the doorframe, or sits in the yard to watch them laugh. The bells on the curtain collide with each other. I don't know who's barking from the family. When I was a child, I read Tao Qian's "Taohuayuan Ji" that "traffic in the fields, chickens and dogs smell each other." I thought, Maybe it's just like my own home.

For decades, the memory of that time seems to be made up.

Mo Chuo suddenly burst out laughing and held him on the shoulder: "I'm not here to see my parents, am I?"

Anjie rolled his eyes, and finally brewed all the way. He accumulated some literary and artistic feelings and nostalgia, which made the son of a bitch lose all his words.

"You need to see your parents? I'm enough to be your parent. " Anjie snorted, pulled his hand aside, and along the edge of the deserted courtyard, he managed to build a complete wall, carefully looking for the one with a mechanism.

Mo followed him, lowered his head and laughed: "I used to be afraid of you saying this, but now I'm not afraid."

As Anjie tried the walls with his fingers, he took time to look at him. Mo Cong said: "how old do you love now? How many generations do you love? Anyway, people are mine."

As soon as Anjie heard this, he suffered from indigestion. With one hand still on the wall, he turned back and made a distorted expression: "please, can you feel sick again..." with a "boom", Anjie didn't pay attention to a stagger. His hand fumbled all the way from the 15th brick. At this time, it was right.

Mo quickly grabbed him and said with a smile, "OK, uncle an, please be careful not to flash your waist."

Anjie scolded a little. A dark tunnel appeared under the pushed Wall. He took out a flashlight from his pocket and told Mo Cong: "follow closely."

Mo Cong was joking. In fact, a hand in his trouser pocket had not let go of his pocket pistol. He frowned at the hole and followed Anjie cautiously.

The underground cave is very clean and spacious. Don't follow Anjie half a step away, almost side by side with him. Two people's steps echoed gently, Mo Cong felt that he was a little nervous about the tunnel recently, and his palms were soaked with sweat.

Anjie did not speak any more. He seemed to be trying to remember something. The next moment, when he turned a corner, the tunnel suddenly diverged. After a pause, Anjie walked into one of them without hesitation, as if he was very familiar with it. At the end of the road is a study like place with tall bookcases and even lights. However, they have already lost their functions because there is no electricity.

The yellowing and old books were not affected by the fire described by Anjie at all. They were slightly scattered in the cupboard and on the big desk. There was even a Book spread out on the corner of the desk with a presbyopic glass between the pages.

It's like the master never left.

"Well... This is a history book, and I have one at home," said Mo Cong, turning it through the shimmering light. "Where is this?"

Anjie didn't speak. After wandering around, she stopped on a freezer in the corner. Mo noticed the lock on the freezer. He reached out and knocked: "what's this?"

Anjie took out a piece of wire from his pocket, put it into the keyhole, and began to stir it with a very professional action. A moment later, with a slight sound, the reed in the lock bounced open. He took back the wire, hesitated for a moment, and opened the door of the freezer. Both of them were staring at the open freezer without blinking——

A stench came out, and immediately Mo Cong felt the gastric juice jumping up and down in his stomach. He could not help but step back and turned his head: "cough, how long has the refrigerator been off? It's so smelly."

Anjie took the wet towel that had just been used to wipe the tombstone for grandma Zuishan in her hand, and separated it with a wet towel. From inside, she took a small transparent bottle, which I don't know whether it was crystal or glass. It contained some unknown substance that seemed to have been liquid, but had been pasted on the wall of the bottle.

Mo showed a disgusting expression, but he couldn't help but look at it. For a long time, he didn't find out what it was: "what is it?"

Anjie's face looks cloudy and sunny under the dim light of the flashlight. His eyes are fixed on the bottle in his hand. For a long time, his throat seems to be blocked by something. He says: "brain..."

Don't stare.

At this time, Li Jingming, who was far away in Beijing, just got the news that he Jingming had died. He threw the medicine bottle in his hand on the doctor and squeezed out a sentence from his teeth: "what did you say?"

The doctor bowed his head.

"Waste... Waste!" Li smashed the handle of the wheelchair so that it made a "bump" sound. His cheeks were as red as those of the dead. "You just told me about the person who died a few days ago? When he Jingming is dead, there are not all people! Not all of them

"Doctor" pursed his mouth, trying to explain something. Li Shun picked up the ashtray on the small cabinet beside him and threw it like him. "Doctor" didn't dare to avoid it. His forehead hit the hard glass, and the blood immediately ran down his face - he looked a little numb, and he wasn't sure whether the dosage of sedative was enough for the man.

After a while, Li finally calmed down. His withered chest heaved violently. He reached for his forehead and said feebly, "where's the drunk snake man?"

"Someone has been sent to look for it."

"Send someone to look for it?" Li showed a smile that made people look not so comfortable, "born anti bone, born anti bone... He has betrayed all the people who can betray. What a slippery snake - where is anyinhu?"

The doctor was silent for a moment.

Li raised his eyes and looked at him coldly: "say."

"R, the trend of anyihu has always been controlled by the drunk snake..."

Li chuckled softly: "doctor, are you complaining that I believe in drunk snakes?"

"Doctor" slightly lowered his head, silent, but seems to acquiesce. Li sighed and leaned his head on his arm weakly. After a while, he closed his eyes and said, "come to fifteen. Let's go to a place. Since the game is over ahead of time, let's have an end with anyihu. "

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I've explained almost all that I can... Well, I'll give you a piece of waste wood and run away with my face covered