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Don't go back to the truth of the story. I'm just telling stories about things that aren't necessarily virtual.

Some people say that what we see is true, whether one day we discover that the most deceptive thing is our own eyes.

If you build a plane world of ants, then if you add vertically, build up our three-dimensional world, continue to add time space, will there be real multidimensional space, and when one day your dream happens the next day, is it your real action in other space, and only our time has been displaced?

If we had such a code, we could walk into the space created by the shadow elements. Do you believe it?

Is it possible that we have never understood the earth on which we live, that we are only a tiny species living on the skin of an apple, and that there is such a mysterious world in the apple core that we do not know about?

If you have come with a hasty heart, please release some patience and follow me into a mysterious but not necessarily fake world. Maze forest, strange city on the south island, blood desert in the west, shadow space, let me sink into another world with you, and enjoy being lost!

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"?" The story begins seventeen years ago with a strange event in the virgin forest of DaXing'anling.

"?" In the old days of October, in the Great Xing'an Ridge, large flakes of snow had long ago fallen from the gray sky, mixed with the phosphorescent wind of the knives. That year, nearly mid-November, there was not even a speck of snow to be seen.

"?" A group of people were walking along the path that led to the mountain from Yanzi Tun, a sunny and warm place in the middle of the afternoon.

"?" That pedestrian's appearance could not be seen clearly. From afar, he seemed to be wrapped in charred black clothes, yet he also seemed like a group of fresh shadows that were approaching from afar.

"?" "At that time, I had the feeling that there was something wrong with this passerby. Since the beginning of winter, there has never been a snowflake, so why are there so much snow on their feet and under their necks?" The wine rolled from his tongue all the way to his throat and then into his old bones. It was as if his blood was boiling, and his face, which was full of scars, twitched uncontrollably.

"?" "So what? The deeper parts of the mountains are covered with snow all year round, and the hunters who come from the forests aren't that rare!" Luo Yuan threw his peanut into the air and raised his head to take a bite.

"?" "What do you know? From the color of the snow in the depths of the mountain, I can tell which mountain it is, and which year's Chen Xue. The snow on those people's feet is not the real snow!" The old branch used a pipe pole to knock on the circle of brains.

"?" What's the color of the snow? What's wrong with you? " Erlu blinked her beady eyes and asked anxiously.

"?" That's a dead body's white, when they pass in front of me, the smell of it pours out of my nose! "

"?" Fragrance? By the way, what do they look like, Zhushu, where do you think they come from? This bumpkin of ours doesn't like to use perfume! " Luo Yuan grabbed the peanut and rolled it around in the ashes from the smoke bag before putting it back into his mouth.

"?" That fragrance was not a spice. It was the fragrance of a corpse. How did it look like? I can't even see her face! " After saying this, the old branch family member poured the entire cup of wine into his mouth, turned it around, and spat it out. He then ruthlessly touched his face and continued, "Those people are not human. Where did they come from?"

?? Erlu and Luo Yuan didn't know what Zhoushu meant when he said that he didn't see her face, or was it because she was wearing a veil? Or no face?

"?" They had come from that place, but no one had ever entered it! "And how can anyone walk out of there?" Tun Qiushu raised his head, his vision blurred as the strong aroma of the liquor dispersed, covering his aged face with a layer of murky drunkenness!

"?" "Aiya, Uncle Cough, you're not talking so much, you're hanging a dead man in the capital!" Luo Yuan urged.

"?" "Remember your words, when you are hunting, go to a place where the sun is out of sight and the sky is bright. Don't go any further!" Tsui Shu said as he closed his eyes, two lines of old tears trickling down from the corner of his wrinkled eye.

Tun Shu was an old bachelor and the most powerful hunter in the village. After this round of wine, the crowd next door saw the old man carrying a shotgun as he was walking down the mountain path into the woods on the top of the bungalow.

It was normal for Luo Yuan to go hunting in the mountains. It would take him half a day just to get to the depths of the mountains from the village. It was not unusual for him to be toyed with by a wild rabbit for an hour.

On the third day, at night!

As soon as Luo Yuan came out of his front room, he looked at the silver moon and saw a shadow on it. It's you? " Luo Yuan looked at his body which was shaped like a small book. Plus, he was standing in front of the door of the small book.

The silhouette did not reply, but stood there motionlessly.

?? Knocking on the back window of Erlu's house, the two of them bravely patted on the back of their hands, only to discover that they were stiff like a stone and cold!

?? Also, he still couldn't see his face clearly.

?? The next morning, when the first rays of the sun shone into the small village, half hidden in the sea of trees, the villagers saw a hard carving of human flesh, and not a single human being was to be seen.

"?" Luo Yuan and Ershu finally understood what Zhoushu meant when he said that they couldn't see their faces. The old Zhoushu in front of them was like a shadow standing under the sun. It seemed real and fake, a shadow that could be reached out and touched.

"?" There is a face, but you just can't see the face. Of course, if you touch it, firewood's old eyebrows, stubborn eagle-wing nose, and intelligent thick lips can all jump to your stomach.

For the small villages deep in the mountains, people, strange deaths, did not cause much of a ripple, because their ancestors had dealt with the beasts of the mountains for generations, with the most primitive and mysterious forests.

"?" Every hunter had an endless stream of strange things going on in their stomachs. The incident with the old branch book was just one of the most common oddities that people were used to.

With the sun and wind, no one dared to bury a shadow, and they couldn't move it either. It was as if their feet were stuck there.

Half a month later, the first snowfall of winter finally arrived. Night after night, the entire village was covered by a thick blanket.

All over the mountains and plains, in the Mantuan house yard, a clear and pretty white.

Only, there was an extra line of footprints.

When Erlu's mother saw the footprints in the snow, she was completely dumbfounded. Covering her left ear, she said, "Those are the hard soles I made for you last year. He never had a wife in his life, and I even secretly made a wish.

"?" Snow like pine cotton, row after row of keng qiang forceful footprint, each pair of footprints has a pair of blooming plum flowers, flowers, a row, under the winter sun slant light like the blossoming of the snow plum from the ground, eye-catching too eye-catching.

"Aren't you just standing there? Mother means, 'I'm not dead'?"

"Mom, I don't know. It's just that after your uncle met with trouble, he sat in the same dream for several nights. In his dream, he stood in a bright place, as if he was looking for something. Always, always looking!"

That plum blossom shoe was the wish that her mother had made for her. As the old saying goes, after death, dream about giving it to the people closest to her, as well as the bright and bright land, wasn't that the last wine, the place mentioned by the old book? There was no sun, only snow. No one had ever entered that place before!

Erlu was a very manly girl. She had not seen her father since she was young, and after asking him a few times, her mother kept sighing. On the other hand, grandpa Qiushui had always treated her as her daughter. "The three families were like a family, relying on each other, taking care of each other. A pot of stew, a table for dinner, and a kang chatters. All that was missing was a bed. Now, one person had left, and the sky had fallen by a third.

The entire village had dozens of families with scattered houses, because they were all hunters, all of them had large courtyards filled with cold deer, yellow fox, wild boar, and black skin. These three families were at the front and back of the house, and as soon as Erlu opened the back window, he could see what they were doing in their yard.

Luo Yuan also had something to do as he leaned on the window and shouted.

From then on, Erlu lay on the back window and stared at the statue for a whole day, thinking about how the old man had been good to him, good to his mother, thinking about how, finally, when he had been drinking, Erlu's hair had turned a little white, but, man, gone, there was a corpse, crying and sending off, man, living, breathing, even scolding himself for calling her a silly girl, what was this?

One night, her mother was talking in her sleep in the East Room. Why, why don't you look there? You're a dead man after all, and that sort of thing. You woke up the dewy dewdrop, so you put on your jacket and got off the kang.

On that day, the moon was a shaggy crescent. Faint gray dust sprinkled down from the sky. It was a gloomy silver color.

She suddenly realized that something was wrong. She remembered clearly that the statue's shadow had been struck with her left hand. Why did she suddenly open her arms?

He didn't sleep for the entire night!

The next day, the big rooster on the east side of the village had only half a squawk when the dew had pushed open the door of the circle.

"I swear to my beady eyes, the old man's left hand was spread out in the middle of the night!" Erlu bent his body and paced back and forth around the hand. Daybreak had arrived, and the old man's left hand was still clenched into a fist.

"?" Neither of them spoke any more, and when it was another midnight, the two of them did not sleep, but squatted on the bungalow and looked down. The bungalows in the village were all steepled and tiled, and the bungalows they stored were just what we call bungalows, with flat roofs above them. They could dry the grains and squat on the bungalows and look down at the doorways.

"?" For a moment, the two of them saw with their own eyes the stiff shadow move his left hand. He slowly opened it up and Er Lu almost jumped up. In the end, it was Luo Yuan who calmly pressed on her shoulder, calmly continuing to watch.

"Lu Zi, why is there something in that hand!?"

"Where?" Why can't I see anything! "

"Change the angle and come over to my side to take a look!"

"?" Lu Zi was just about to move her body when she was suddenly pushed back by the crowd. She used both hands to cover her eyes and kept mumbling, "Don't look, don't look, don't look —" When she realized that the sound of the circle was almost dug out from her throat, she instinctively broke away.

The old shadow's left hand, spread out in the direction of the moonlight, shot out a bright white light straight at the deep old forest behind them. The old trees, which had once covered everything, were now covered by a white house, which hung like a mirage above the forest of the Great Hingan Ridge. Countless shadows busied themselves within it, as if people from another world had suddenly broken into this ordinary world.

It stayed still for just a moment, and there was nothing to be seen anymore.

Within half a minute, she was like a piece of charcoal, struggling silently under the pale moonlight with a ferocious expression. Everything happened too suddenly, and the dew almost suffocated as it rushed into her sight, and the circle used its last bit of willpower to grab onto a line of symbols on her arm. The pain in her arm caused her to continue to suffocate under the mysterious shock.