The road to the school playground is more difficult than Yan Zheng imagined. The playground is slightly lower than the campus, and the water is as deep as you. The water is up to Yan Zheng's chest. It is difficult to wade through chest-high water, and there seems to be something in the water.

Countless baby hands continued to pull Yan Zheng's body, making Yan Zheng, who was already struggling to walk, walk even slower.

The wax figures behind him seemed to have no end, and they jumped out of the window continuously and almost formed a line. The wax figures that fell into the water stood up instantly and staggered towards Yan Zheng.

At this time, the wax men's movements were more like zombies... Although they walked swaying, they were not slow, as if they were not affected by the pull in the water.

The distance between Yan Zheng and them kept getting closer again. In desperation, Yan Zheng imitated the beggar's behavior and lay down on the water, half walking and half swimming towards the courtyard wall.

Not to mention that the beggar's bastard swimming method really works. He can jump out a few meters with his feet in the water, which is many times faster than the turtle crawling just now.

The distance between him and the wax people gradually widened. It took Yan Zheng about five minutes to swim to the edge of the courtyard wall and look back at the wax people before he walked to the center of the playground.

Yan Zheng climbed over the courtyard wall and looked for the beggar's footprints in the overgrown loess. The east courtyard wall of the school was an undeveloped wasteland filled with soil. Construction had already begun here when Yan Zheng was a senior. It was said that a building was built.

School.

In my memory, I only have the deepest impression of the loess slope here. So this is what it originally looked like. That’s because I had to look at this place countless times every day from my freshman year to my junior year.

You actually copied the most profound thing in my memory without any reservation. Your ability in the dream was not that powerful. How could you maintain the original appearance as time passed?

Yan Zheng scoffed and became even more confident in catching the mastermind behind the scenes.

Yan Zheng did not stop looking for traces of the beggar even as he deduced. Soon Yan Zheng found the footprints left by the beggar on the back of the slope. The footprints were of different shades, and occasionally he could see a few scratch marks. Yan Zheng

You can imagine how embarrassed the beggar was when he ran away here. He even slipped and fell six times while climbing up a slope!

To run so far and still be so panicked, he is clearly an ordinary person with extremely poor psychological quality.

How could such a person become the leader of the incident? Could it be that he is not in the same group with the people behind the scenes? Could it be that I am overthinking that he is also a victim.

Judging from the origin and development of the whole beggar incident, he is inseparably related to these wax people. If he is not the person behind the scenes who deliberately released the bait to mislead me and lure me into the trap, then who is he? I seem to

Where have I seen him? I have a very vague impression of him in my memory. Either he looks very different now, or I haven't seen him many times.

No matter what, I'm sure I've seen him, but it's a pity that I can't unlock more memories otherwise I'd be able to recognize him at a glance.

The closer to the truth of the matter, the more frightened Yan Zheng became. There was an inexplicable fear lingering in Yan Zheng's heart.

As if something bad was going to happen next, Yan Zheng dismissed his messy thoughts and prepared to follow the footprints left by the beggar. He rushed up the slope for a few steps and then fell into the mud.

"Fuck! It's so frustrating to have a dream!" Yan Zheng didn't know if this was the first time he had cursed or if the dream should be so real.

The difficult dream made Yan Zheng feel like he was about to collapse. He climbed to the top of the slope using both hands and feet, constantly telling himself that this was a conspiracy of the people behind the scenes, in order to use these trivial annoyances to make him confused and lose his train of thought.

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Standing on the top of the slope, you can see the scene in the campus. The entire playground is filled with black heads. The densely packed people are slowly moving in the direction of Yan Zheng like carps crossing the river. The closest thing to Yan Zheng is only a wall.

Under the pressure brought by the wax man, Yan Zheng did not dare to waste any more time and hurriedly followed the footprints left by the beggar. When he reached the wasteland, the footprints suddenly disappeared.

Yan Zheng was like an ant on a hot pot, spinning around in circles. How could the footprints disappear out of thin air? The originally soft soil under his feet was turned into a quagmire by Yan Zheng. Just when Yan Zheng was stuck in the quagmire and couldn't pull his legs out,

On a nearby grave-shaped mound of earth, weeds were pushed up. The beggar's Thieves poked his head out from under the weeds and shouted to Yan Zheng in a low voice: "Come here quickly, they will catch up soon!"

The rain-wet bangs clung to Yan Zheng's forehead. Yan Zheng narrowed his eyes and smoothed his sticky bangs, which made his eyelids itchy. He asked without thinking, "How did you run down there? Why are there no footprints of yours!"

The beggar didn't say anything but pointed behind Yan Zheng and waved anxiously to Yan Zheng. Yan Zheng looked in the direction of the beggar's finger and saw that a wax figure had already climbed onto the wall and was about to jump down.

The wax man seemed to feel Yan Zheng's eyes looking at him from a distance, and just one glance made Yan Zheng tremble.

He now began to believe the beggars' words. If they caught him, they would tear him into pieces, and they would eat them while tearing him apart.

Think about yourself being torn apart and eaten like a roasted chicken, having your stomach ripped open and the internal organs pulled out to grab food while you are still conscious...

Rather than die in such pain, Yan Zheng would rather follow the beggar, even though he knew in his heart that the beggar had no good intentions.

Yan Zheng took three steps at a time and rushed to the weed pile. The beggar quickly opened the hole for Yan Zheng to get in.

After getting into the cave, Yan Zheng found that the cave was wider than expected, but the cave wall was a bit unexpected.

The wall of the cave turned out to be like a cave. Yan Zheng clearly remembered that these piles of soil were the backfill soil turned upside down when digging trenches. How could a cave be formed?

Cave?

A picture suddenly flashed in Yan Zheng's mind. He was standing on a cracked boulder at the bottom of an empty mountain pit in the dark night, looking towards the black hole at his feet...

The wall of the black hole is exactly the same as the wall of the hole we are in now.

At this time, the beggar next to me said gloomily: "You finally came to my house!"

Yan Zheng felt like the world was spinning and countless memories poured into his brain like a tide. When his memory recovered, Yan Zheng looked at the beggar and exclaimed: "Shi Xingyan!"

No wonder the beggar he saw before was both familiar and strange at the same time. It turned out to be Shi Xingyan who had carefully looked at the photo and it was deeply ingrained in his mind. But why did Shi Xingyan get involved with Wang Fugui.

Shi Xingyan seemed to have read through Yan Zheng's thoughts and explained with a silly smile: "I am here to atone for my sins! I am guilty. You are also guilty, let us redeem ourselves in hell together!"

Then there was a round of spinning. This time the spinning was not the mental topsy-turvy feeling when Yan Zheng's memory was restored just now, but the intuitive feeling of the whole cave being turned over.

Yan Zheng hurriedly grabbed the two walls of the cave. When the cave turned from horizontal to vertical, Shi Xingyan threw himself on Yan Zheng and dragged Yan Zheng down to the deep cave bottom.

Yan Zheng yelled angrily: "No!" His hands were helpless and he clawed in the air, hoping to grab the wall of the cave to stop his falling.

Everything was in vain, even though Yan Zheng's fingernails were broken and three nails were broken, it could not stop the fate that followed.

As if he had been falling in the air for a century, Yan Zheng raised his neck and saw a figure blocking the light at the entrance of the cave. It was Wang Xinlong's head with a blood hole.

A drop of cold rain fell on Yan Zheng's face, like a farewell bell from the underworld.
Chapter completed!