Chapter 131

The closer to Yu Gang's cemetery, the more inexplicably panicked Shi Dazhuang. This is a very strange feeling, like a brother lying on the ground shouting at him, "don't come here! Don't come here!"

However, the brother was lying there, and the brother's daughter fell into the hands of the thief. Even if there was a sea of knife and fire ahead, how could he not go and have a look?

The skills that I learned when I was a scout came in handy at this time. He soon found footprints and broken branches in the forest. Judging from the soil turned up by footprints and the fracture of broken branches, these people had just left.

It must have run from the back mountain.

Just as he was about to go back and chase after Yu Gang, he saw a stone on Yu Gang's grave. It seemed that there was a piece of paper under the stone, which was blown by the wind.

Intuition told him there was a trap in it. He stopped with his arms, stopped the people in the same trade from approaching, and warned: "there may be thunder, everyone be careful and step back!"

He turned on his flashlight and searched the ground carefully.

A thin silver line lit up among the messy grass, extending from the grave to the root of a nearby tree. As long as any of them takes two more steps, they will encounter this line.

Shi Dazhuang secretly congratulated himself and asked others to step back until they were out of a safe distance. Then he leaned down and looked at it bit by bit along the thin line. He was worried that this line was only part of the trap.

When he saw the piece of bread on the grave bag, he gently scolded: "shit!"

He thought that the end of the thin line would be connected with anti infantry mines, but he didn't expect it to be a piece of C4 explosive. If such a big lump explodes, Shi Dazhuang will have to bury here even if he brings twice as many people. Moreover, muka did not use lower cost, easier to detonate and more concealed mines, but used C4 explosives, which wanted to blow up the whole grave!

Shi Dazhuang carefully lifted the dough and took out the detonator under it. As long as you remove the detonator, it will be safe. This kind of explosive will not explode even if you hit it with a gun.

After checking around again to make sure there was no other danger, Shi Dazhuang moved the stone and took out the paper.

There is a line of scribbled but not disorganized handwriting on the paper. It can be seen that the writer has practiced calligraphy, but he writes in a hurry:

"You haven't died yet. It seems that my brother died in your hands. If you want to catch me, come to Nangou river. I'll cross the border if I'm late."

Shi Dazhuang is thinking about muka's intention to leave this note. Is it to build a plank road or dig a pit for him to jump?

At this time, there was a flash of light in the direction of yuziba, followed by a loud thunder, which startled the sleeping animals in the mountain forest at night.

Shi Dazhuang shouted bad and rushed to yuziba.

The courtyard door of old enkun's house had collapsed, and bricks, tiles and sawdust flew everywhere. Meng Yan and two assistant policemen were lying five or six meters away from the gate. From the scene, someone should have arranged a trap on the door, and there was an explosion when opening the door.

Shi Dazhuang grabbed Meng Yan, held him in his arms and shouted, "Meng Yan! Wake up! Meng Yan!"

Meng Yan struggled to open his eyes from the blood on his face, his chest fluctuated violently, and said weakly, "I've caught a snake all my life, and I've been bitten by a snake this time... Cough, poof..." he gushed blood, "my life was picked up, and today... I'll return it to my brothers... Brothers..."

He finally squeezed out a smile from the corners of his bloody mouth, then his whole body loosened and his head hung down.

Shi Dazhuang gently put Meng Yan back on the ground, checked the other two assistant policemen and found that they were all dead.

Inside the gate lay a corpse, lemao, enkun's son.

Old enkun stood motionless in the middle of the yard with a crutch and a bent back. The expression on his old face solidified, like a statue eroded by wind and rain for decades.

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When Aoki came out of the cave, it was completely dark. The stars are scattered all over the mountains outside the cave, and they are confused everywhere.

He looked up carefully at the sky and the mountain shadow in the distance. He was sure it was not in his dream. He was relieved, leaned against the stone wall and took out the cigarette.

Although the cigarette was a little damp when I was in the hole, I found some that could smoke. Fortunately, the match was not soaked.

The warm and spicy smoke sucked into his throat, flowed through each bronchus, filled the whole lungs, and gushed out of his nostrils, which made him find a bit of reality, more real than the distant starry sky.

Usually, to judge whether it is in a dream, we just need to see whether the distant scenery is real or pasted there like wallpaper. A person's dream expands with mental power and cannot expand to infinity. The so-called starry sky is just a two-dimensional picture created by memory in the dream. No one can create a three-dimensional near real starry sky in a dream, because your spiritual power can't reach so far away.

But Aoki has just experienced an unimaginable group dream. The cave is not only very huge, but also very real.

When many people's spiritual power is superimposed together, it will become very powerful, and the resulting group dream is naturally huge. In theory, if all human beings have the same dream, they can create a near real cosmic dream.

In fact, what evidence can prove that we are not dreaming?

The sky we see is just a picture hanging on it. Human exploration of the universe seems to be getting deeper and deeper, but with the growth of population, isn't it because of the increase of spiritual power that the depth of the dream universe has increased?

However, this problem is meaningless to human society. On the surface, normal people don't think so except neuropathy. In essence, it's because everyone is in the same situation and is fair to everyone, so there's no need to care.

The so-called people do not suffer from oligopoly, but from inequality. What's the difference between everyone dreaming and everyone in reality?

Only when you find that someone can wake up and you can only dream forever will you feel unfair and you will strongly want to wake up.

Aoki threw down his cigarette butts and was ready to walk back along the way he came. However, the smelly gully covered with rotten leaves was gone, surrounded by dense woods.

Aoki always knew that the big dream space in the cave extended to the outside of the cave, but he didn't expect it to extend so far. In other words, after coming out of the back door of the small wooden building and turning over the mountain wall, you have begun to enter the edge of this dream. When I saw the gully, the dream began. The rotten leaves there and the rotten smell at the bottom of the ditch have a hypnotic effect. It will not make people feel inappropriate to integrate with the surrounding environment.

The design of the whole dream is very clever. From the rotten leaf ditch outside the cave to the underground river inside the cave, the original dreamers not only had strong spiritual power, but also were proficient in mountain geography and geomantic omen, and made full use of the local atmosphere environment.

Who on earth is this guy named Kitano Zhenwu? What does he have to do with the mysterious hourglass symbol?

Aoki's mind was confused again. It was like a meteorite suddenly falling from the silent dead lake. The waves swung layer by layer, but the bottom of the lake was more and more blurred because the lake water became mixed.