Purple Mountain is divided into five major mountain systems from the inside to the outside, extending from different regions and intertwining together to form the largest primitive ecological community on this land.
Regarding it in textbooks, most people have a romantic vision, imagining that the undeveloped land is filled with countless opportunities. As long as they can innocently own a little, the harvest will flow out like a spring in the paradise.
However, they were wrong, very wrong.
"It was an unknown area that seemed to be soaked in blood."
In 1984, a senior commissioner who participated in many rescue operations wrote in his diary in his later years:
[I am an honest person and rarely deny anything because of personal likes and dislikes.]
[However, my nature seemed to be lost when I stepped into this land.]
[The oppressive environment, the silent wind, we were forbidden to speak, and we could only rely on the most primitive pen and paper to communicate with each other throughout the process.]
[…]
[When I wrote these words, it was as if I was there again, and I finally had to admit that I hated it and denied it. Maybe at some point in the past, it was the noble mother of the people in the surrounding areas.]
[Now, I just feel that it is a devil stalking the world.] - "The Thirty-One Days of Silence"
I always think of this passage and the collector's mysterious tone when telling it.
In Gao Yi's heart, an invisible pressure quietly grew.
As the meat grinder was tracked deeper and deeper into the hinterland, the two of them were not only confused about their origins, but they also had no idea where the Hidden Dragon Pass was and what the direction of the boundary was.
Now, Gao Yi is just relying on a gambler's mentality, holding on to the idea of trying again, hoping to see the dying meat grinder ahead.
The reality seems to be the opposite.
The vitality of the meat grinder is much stronger than imagined.
Although judging from the traces, the opponent is almost out of fuel, but with the breath of survival instinct, it is obvious that even if it crawls, it will not stay where it is and wait for death.
"Mr. Gao, something is not right."
The two of them walked side by side, and Descartes' voice suddenly sounded from the side: "Have you noticed that the deeper you go, the more traces of strange activities there are?"
"Um."
Gao Yi nodded in agreement.
In addition to the meat grinder they were tracking, they also found several traces that may have been left by large biological activities. These traces looked very conspicuous and obviously did not come from long ago.
"Is it left behind by other Siren Heads?"
Gao Yi muttered to himself: "This kind of creature is often found in deep mountains and old forests, and the only place far away from the surrounding cities that meets the environment of Siren Head is Zishan."
Is it possible that all the nearby siren heads have gathered here?
Gao Yi was shocked by his guess.
If this is the case, how many siren heads must there be gathering in the depths of Purple Mountain?
With all the troops coming out, is it possible for the surrounding cities to resist?
Before he could think about it further, the style of the scene in front of him suddenly changed. The vegetation quickly disappeared and was replaced by endless gravel tidal flats.
"I didn't know the forest petrification in Zishan was so serious."
Descartes complained, and the moving figure suddenly seemed to be tripped by something, his center of gravity was unstable, and he almost fell over.
"What the hell?"
Gao Yi also followed the sound.
On the rugged gravel beach, I saw a section of dark railway track lying quietly on the surface, with alternate sleepers on it, like an earthly python with an outline of patterns, winding away into the distance.
"Where did the railway come from in Zishan?"
Knowing that he was destined not to get an answer, Descartes still touched the back of his head and couldn't help but mutter to himself.
Gao Yi's mood was equally complicated.
railway……
All this seems to have been arranged secretly.
That night, the amnesiac soul who was wandering downstairs in his house had said a few words related to the railway.
Cross the bridge.
Take the center line.
Be careful with the crying thing...
Gao Yi still remembers it clearly.
"Is it possible that the so-called taboo in Zishan is related to the railway?"
However, now if we compare the information in the words one by one, what bridge, center line, cry...
The only road ahead of the entire Purple Mountain is the endless stretch of barren Gobi and only one railway track, which continues to stretch into the distance.
Other than that, there is nothing at all.
"I still have my own goals now, so I'd better not worry about the rest."
Those who deserve a headache will naturally have an executive bureau to deal with it. Who calls them the light of mankind?
Gao Yi threw all the extra thoughts behind him and continued to chase forward, following a particularly obvious crawling mark on the gravel.
At this point, even a legendary creature with such powerful vitality as the Meat Grinder has reached the point where it has finally run out of fuel.
Ahead, beside a new railway track, a meat grinder with skin as dark red as blood was lying dying.
Its cervical vertebrae were torn apart by Gao Yi, and large chunks of flesh and blood were removed. The white vertebrae were mixed with burnt black vertebrae, and were exposed in large areas, exuding a burnt smell all the time.
"Finally caught you."
Xiao Di breathed a sigh of relief and pointed in its direction: "You can run well, keep running..."
"Can you stop reading lines like this where villains die from talking too much, and hurry up."
Gao Yi waved his hand quickly, interrupting this guy's meaningless speech: "The environment here is too weird. Let's kill it and retreat as soon as possible. If we delay it any longer, we're afraid the night will be long and we'll have more dreams."
Even though he has now caught up with the meat grinder, Gao Yi still doesn't feel relaxed at all.
The more you know, the more you realize how insignificant you are.
Now he just wants to find a way out of Zishan as soon as possible, and then go as far as possible. In this life... no, at least without a lot of purple paintings, he will never come back.
This copy is obviously beyond the scope of my current capabilities.
Every moment, it gave him the illusion that he was experiencing a "nightmare coming" all over again.
The two put aside their thoughts and quickly approached the direction of the meat grinder.
However, at the same time, an unusually familiar voice sounded from the horizon from far to near.
"Um?"
Gao Yi was stunned for a moment, then looked up and saw white steam columns rising up and down under the dim sky, accompanied by the rhythm of "click, click, click" and the sound of the whistle.
A steam-driven train from the last century was coming from the winding railway track.
Its speed is very fast, even faster than most modern high-speed trains. It is as if the soul is out of the body and has no body. Like a gust of wind, it will pass by Gaoyi in the blink of an eye.
At the same time, Gao Yi suddenly realized an overlooked fact.
Meat grinder...
I saw its big hand stretched out on the edge of the railway track, slowly opening it, and grabbing at the railing of the train that was getting closer and closer.
