"Wait for me twenty minutes."

Harris took a breath and looked deeply outside the mine. Under the deep sky, the stars shone brightly, holding a unique gathering.

To the west, Venus and Pluto have changed from a continuous square to a blunted angle. In another place, Mercury is retrograde, Uranus is retrograde, and the huge Jupiter releases abnormal gravity, messing up the sky.

Harris looked far away, as if under the endless night sky, and saw the rather wealthy two-story building with a pointed roof, a skylight attic and a neo-colonial style porch.

He could even have visions of the furnishings, the interior panels and furniture that adhered to the taste of that era. Because he had stood on that attic countless times and looked at the town and the confrontation with Madras Mountain.

Just like his father's job decades ago.

Gotz leaned against a dirt slope, sat there and asked dejectedly: "What if you never come back?"

Harris's steps were originally steady, but he regained his composure in an instant.

"Then I'll never come back."

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The mine that has not been visited for many years is covered with dust, but time has long abandoned this place, as if neither aging nor new life has anything to do with this place. The only thing worthy of this place is eternal emptiness.

The excavation progressed very quickly that year. Before the disaster broke out, many layers of mines had been dug out according to Old Yorkson's original method. But from the memories of Father Hook, we learned that even during a time when strange things happened frequently,

, and countless desperadoes followed.

Every night late at night, a sneaky shadow would appear at the gate of the plantation, waiting with bated breath for Father Hook to fall asleep and then jump over the plantation fence to escape into the wild forest of Mads Mountain.

After they left, Mr. Hook walked out of the room and watched these uninvited guests slowly away. He silently wrote down the numbers before returning to the room. The next day, there would be reports of the same number of people missing.

information.

Harris greeted these guys hypocritically. Now these greedy guys are living peacefully in the small area of ​​​​the mine, pressed into different shapes and embedded in the cave wall.

The deeper the mine goes, the more deformed the limbs on the wall are. The heads are enlarged, the bodies are shrunken, and they are balled up, with their hands and feet entangled around their bodies. The oldest seniors can no longer be seen as human beings and can only live in the earth.

A frightened face could be seen faintly on the floor.

But Harris is not afraid.

He knew that in this ominous cave, human stumps were the most common thing, and could even give people a sense of relief at seeing each other again after a long separation.

Before the town collapsed that year, there was a chilling rumor spreading.

The panicked miners said that the mine in the lake did not really stop digging after it was abandoned. This terrifying deep pit has developed an independent consciousness, constantly tempting the miners to go forward in confusion, and in the dark

In the cave, he sweated profusely, didn't sleep or eat, and gradually died into a human-shaped skeleton.

Until the end, before the end of their lives, these miners will spontaneously move closer to the wall, which is like flesh and blood crawling, and become the support, partition, load-bearing, and track of the mine, and they will never be able to leave.

The miners believe that even as they talk about these stories, the horrific slavery has not stopped and is still going on underground. This evil mine has never stopped building, and is marching cruelly and resolutely toward the center of the earth.

Such stories are not groundless, and anyone who sees so many bones piled up into a wall will shudder.

Harris walked cautiously in the mine, with all kinds of bizarre stories swirling in his mind. The clothes on his body could not give him any warmth. Only when his fingers touched the solid wood handle of the gun, he had an illusion of peace of mind.

He knew it was an illusion.

Because this gun is not used to kill the enemy, but is used to kill yourself before you completely go crazy.

What guides Harris forward are the traces left by Goetz's walk the day before.

Goetz's shoe prints were deeply imprinted on the ground through the dust, turning into a series of conspicuous road signs. Goetz's footsteps the day before yesterday were also so determined, right? He walked here silently, would he hesitate in his heart?

Harris tried his best not to think about Goetz's failure, but the terrible thoughts grew stronger and stronger.

He thought of Gotz's expression, of Father Hook's expression, of the day when he suddenly awakened his memories, and of the day when he returned to the town in despair.

On that day, Harris was still wearing a police uniform from Western Capital, and a button broke when he took off his ribbon. The hard soles of his boots hit the cobblestone road in a hurry and embarrassment.

"You don't look like a policeman, you look like a hunted criminal."

Dart, who had not seen each other for two years, was still standing behind the bar with a smile, showing no surprise at all about Harris's departure without saying goodbye or his unexpected arrival today.

"Boss... Anzuo... where is it!"

Panting, Harris put his hands on the table and looked at Boss Dart with a fierce look on his face.

Boss Dart cleared the tableware on the table with dissatisfaction: "Officer, if you don't settle the bill from two years ago, I can report you for defaulting on your debt and threatening you."

Boss Dart's young face was extremely quiet, as if he was an enlightened person who has seen through the truth of the world. "If you are looking for Anzuo, she left the town some time ago and went to the city."

Harris' head felt like a lightning strike. As he hurried along the way, he finally remembered that it was two years later.

"Anzuo...is gone?"

Boss Dart nodded: "Dick originally wanted to send her to Xidu to study at university, but she refused and chose another city. It seems that she took a clerk's job."

Harris froze on the spot and asked in disbelief: "She... just... left like that?"

Harris didn't know what he should say. Should he angrily accuse Anzo of leaving the town and start his own life? Or should he accuse her of being callous for a relationship that didn't exist?

Boss Dart poured a glass of bourbon and handed it to him, and said casually: "I don't know the specific situation. Dick didn't let his daughter come to work in my store two years ago, so I rarely see her.

Only on Wednesdays every week, Anzuo will secretly bring a letter and ask me to send it to the same address for her."

Dart's smile was still standard: "But the strange thing is that she never received a reply. After persisting like this for two years, the news came out that she was leaving here. In order to support her life, I heard that Dick sold

A lot of industries.”

Harris suddenly remembered that in the past two years, he had often received an unsigned email in his mailbox at the police station during the time when household bills were mailed.

However, he never opened the letters. He only ordered the cleaners to clean the cabinet regularly. Except for the letters signed by the police station, he threw them all into the waste basket of the police station and disposed of them together with the false letters from home.

An invisible wall was erected in front of him, imprisoning him in a prison called time. No matter how he shouted, roared, cried, or begged for mercy, no judge could pardon his punishment.

The damp and dirty air surrounded him, and a hoarse cry emerged from fantasy into reality. The sound was sharp, long, strong and weak, like the cry of an abandoned soul in a deep well of hell.
Chapter completed!