I fell into great confusion, but confusion was of no use. I tried my best to sort out my disorganized thoughts and summarize the bizarre events I had encountered before:

First of all, I took the train today and reached the unknown mountain where my front desk disappeared five years ago;

Then, on the way up the mountain, I inadvertently walked into the woods far away from the mountain trail, and for some reason the time jumped into the middle of the night. Not long after, I encountered a mysterious black shadow man, who was brutally killed by him with a giant axe;

In the end, what happened above was all invalidated due to the mysterious time regression, and I woke up again on the train heading to Wuming Mountain.

I took out my mobile phone to check the date and time displayed on it, and then connected to the Internet to confirm that the date and time displayed on the mobile phone had not been tampered with. Although I did not expect anyone to tamper with my ordinary college student's mobile phone, this was a necessary check.

There is no doubt that I have really returned to the time when I went to the Nameless Mountain. But is this really possible?

In many stand-alone games I played before, players can choose to save and load files in the menu. Even if the character they control falls down in the level, they can start over. Therefore, I have imagined that if it can be done in the real world,

Being able to save and read files freely is equivalent to being invincible. Many challenges with a slim probability of success can be challenged repeatedly until they succeed as long as the probability is not zero. It can be called a super cheat in life. Everything

From now on, it only depends on whether you want to do it, not whether you can do it.

And this cheating device is now in his hands?

If you want me to accept this obscene setting, it is better to 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 seem to have accumulated the afterglow of the previous severe pain until this moment.

, the extreme fear and despair that echoed in my consciousness was enough to make me fall into an ice cave.

Also, at the end, my face... my face and bones were ruthlessly smashed and broken by a giant axe. I once imagined how I would die if I threw myself into some dangerous situations, but as a

How could a person die like that... I later noticed that my hands and feet were trembling uncontrollably. I guess I couldn't even stand firmly now.

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

In my opinion at the moment, this exit is tantamount to the mouth of hell. I don’t want to get off at this station, so just let me go home. I want to have a good sleep at home and forget about this bad day today. But it is extremely regrettable.

Yes, my rationality has completely woken up at this moment, and it is still whispering coldly in my ears: I must get off the car now, and I must confirm some things to truly prove that I have really returned to the past.

I grabbed the metal handle in the middle of the car to support my body, and shuffled out of the car.

After that, I walked all the way through the turnstile and exit, took a taxi to the foot of the mountain, and then entered the last small shop.

I recalled what I did last time, bought a few bottles of water in the store, put them in my backpack, and then walked to the exit of the store pretending to be natural.

As expected, the store owner stopped me "again" and asked, "Do you want to climb Wuming Mountain?"

These words, like an electric current, penetrated into my spine.

"Yes." I said and turned around.

The store owner took out the photo from under the counter and handed it to me, "My friend's daughter, she disappeared in the mountains. If you see me later, can you help me?"

"Okay." I couldn't tell whether I was scared or excited. I first reached out and took the photo from the store owner's hand, and then lowered my head to look at it.

The person in the photo is clearly the one who looks very similar to the one on the front table, the missing young girl.

This is the proof, the proof that I really went back to the past!

I have never encountered anything in my life that destroyed my common sense.

After the shop owner finished checking his "lines" with me like last time, I walked out of the shop with mixed feelings and checked the photos again and again.

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

If I hadn't encountered the mysterious time-travel phenomenon, I would have been judged as an accidental disappearance by the outside world like the first two. So, can we assume that the young girl and the front desk-the two were just like the "last time"

Like me, I inexplicably deviated from the normal time and space. When I came back to my senses, I found myself in the forest at night. Finally, I encountered that terrifying black shadow monster and was killed by him?

After all, what is that black shadow monster? Although I intuitively judged that it was a human being, it was clearly not a human being, right? Could it be that it was an evil monster that haunted the forest described in some country ghost stories? The reason why I

Getting lost in the mountains was also what that guy did?

When I think about the fact that there is such a murderous evil thing lingering in the Wuming Mountain Scenic Area where people come and go, I can't just sit back and watch.

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I once longed to be the protagonist in a story.

Specifically, I yearn to be a hero who punishes evil and promotes good, and I often fantasize about what I should do after having power. When I was rebellious in junior high school, I also became interested in the so-called aesthetics of evil, and I silently agreed with some social Darwinism on the Internet.

However, in the end, I found that I cannot grow a heart of stone. Sitting in front of the keyboard, I can naturally scold Fang Qiu mercilessly, but in the face of tears and cries that are so close at hand, it is really difficult for me to remain calm. If

With superhuman powers, I am more willing to use them in things that make people laugh. Even though that sounds corny and boring, I seem to be suitable for being a corny and boring person.

So I couldn't sit idly by and ignore the black shadow monster. But, what could I do? First of all, I must admit that there was a mysterious force that reversed my destiny and made me travel through time and come back to life. But so what?

What? Do I know the details of this power? Do I know the principle of activation? What can I do to ensure that I can have a third life even if I die for the second time?

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

This is obviously not a smart person's approach. Unfortunately, I am indeed not a smart person. But I must at least fulfill my responsibility as an insider. Therefore, even if I am regarded as a delirious madman, I can only

Bite the bullet and walk into the reception room of the Wumingshan Police Station, describing the cruelty and power of the black shadow monster.

I have also thought about whether I should provide a more realistic image, such as first finding portraits of some fugitive murderers on the Internet, and then claiming that I witnessed him (or them) on the unknown mountain, but this constitutes a violation of law enforcement.

The person's life was ignored. The speed and strength of the black shadow monster far exceeded that of humans. Judging from the explosive power that can cross a distance of more than ten meters in the blink of an eye, his starting speed was at least fifty meters per second, and his ultimate speed was still

It is unknown, and with enough muscle to provide such speed, God knows whether ordinary bullets can penetrate it.

Sure enough, after only listening to a few words of my description, the man in blue uniform in front of me stopped recording. After listening, he said: "Your name is Li Duo, right? You are nineteen years old and you are still in college.

.”

"Yes."

"Reporting a false police report disrupts public order and requires detention and fines. If the school and parents find out about this, wouldn't it be difficult?"

"I told the truth."

"Okay, okay, I'll let you go this time and go home." He said, "Besides, if there really is such a monster, how did you escape? The story must be able to justify itself."

I didn't mention going back in time because that would make my description even less credible, but I also had other excuses prepared in advance.

The other party kicked me out without waiting for me to continue.

"If you don't do this next time, I will really detain you." These were the last words he said to me.

But I wasn’t going to raise the white flag yet. Because while I was trying to convince the other party in the reception room, I thought of another thing, that is, although this is the first time I have encountered a paranormal event in my life, for the world and the country

So what?

It is really hard for me to think that the incident on the Unnamed Mountain was the first paranormal event in the history of the world, and it happened to be hit by an ordinary passerby like me. On the contrary, if this is extremely rare from a personal perspective, it is extremely rare from a national perspective.

It is not so hard to accept that I happened to be hit by an unexpected incident. Rather, I think the probability of this is higher.

Assuming that the country has a department to deal with such extraordinary incidents, and I call the police everywhere and 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 persist to the end, I am not sure. Maybe I am just carried away by the so-called passion and sense of mission. Once I am really detained, I may regret my naivety.

As a result, I woke up.

Right now, I plan to return to Liucheng, which is closest to Wumingshan, and continue to report the crime there.

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

Looking back, he saw a man who looked to be in his fifties, with gray hair, obvious wrinkles on his face, and a particularly upright posture. The most conspicuous thing was that he was wearing a blue uniform of a law enforcement officer.

Could it be that they are here because of my previous report? My heart is about to move.

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

He put away his ID, turned around and left. I followed him immediately.

I thought he would take me back to his office, but he just found an outdoor table and chairs in a beverage shop and sat down, and then motioned for me to sit across from him.

"Do you believe the case I reported?" I asked as I sat down, "Are you from a department that specializes in handling such incidents?"

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

Does that kind of department really exist? Somewhere in my heart started to itch. The setting of the "national dark side department" not only has many real prototypes, but also has been so enduring in fictional stories that it has become a kind of tacit understanding.

Xuan's romance. I was particularly keen on this setting when I was in junior high school, and it can hardly be said that I have eradicated this complex today.

"You said that the monster-like person was holding an axe." He took out a pen and notebook and asked, "What does that ax look like? Like himself, it is completely black, like a shadow.

?"

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

"No...it's not just black. At least it's different from the black of his body." I tried to recreate the appearance of the ax in my mind. It was a bit difficult. The light was so dark at the time, and I didn't observe it carefully enough.

After looking at the specific details of the axe, "I can't tell what color it is. Maybe it was originally silver, but slowly oxidized to black, and then there are many traces of rust on it, as if... it has been soaked in the sea for many years.

It was only recently salvaged..."

"Have you been soaking in the sea for many years?" He suddenly stopped recording, "Why is it sea water, not lake water or river water?"

His question was full of nitpicking, but I could only answer honestly: "This is just a metaphor, just said casually. It's okay to say it's lake water or river water."

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

I answered honestly: "It's unbearable."

"Before he attacked you, he didn't do anything bad in front of you, right? Why do you think so?"

He is right, my feeling is very unreasonable. If you think that guy looks scary, just say it is scary, why should you say it is depraved? I carefully searched my sincerity, but I can only give this

One way to say it: "I don't know."
To be continued...