Path of the Dead Prequel: Wings of Silver

The deep tunnel stretched out in front of me, and the mountain wind that often blew from the surrounding hills reached the rocky mountain, and was squeezed into this winding wind tunnel, which instantly turned into gusts of wind that tossed my and Krys' long hair from time to time. Even in the daytime, standing in front of the overgrown railroad tracks, we can't help but be a little scared and worried.

Although the townspeople all said that nothing had happened, even the half-grown children who liked to be funny said so, this is where the old money became, and whether we really had to go through it again? What if we, who are different from the Georgian physique, are particularly in line with the tastes of the filthy? I hesitated, and my grip on Krys' hand tightened again.

A white dot swayed in the shadows, running towards us at a rapid pace, making a clattering sound. When they came to the front and bumped into us, they couldn't help but stop where they were. After a while, I heard a voice in the depths of the tunnel shouting to stop and wait for me, and soon a head appeared again. This is a local black boy and his village dog, carrying some fishing nets, probably fishing for fish in the vicinity.

"What else should I be, even the snotty children are running around, but we are not as bold as others. I let out a long breath and bumped Krys on the shoulder, indicating that I was ready to go.

"Don't worry, I'll call the detective first and let them know. As you know, Van Si's style likes to go it alone, and he proposed to go through the tunnel last night, and he must not have gotten through the old Dai and Old You. She thought for a moment and pulled out her phone.

While Krys was on the phone, I walked over to the black kid to see what he was up to, and by the way, I placed the glass jar he had dropped in the dirt. It turned out that this guy put his fishing rod aside and was busy catching a toad. It is a very small terrestrial toad that likes to hide in grass, lumps and puddles, feeding on moths, maggots and water fleas. In the past, people who loved fishing usually used them as bait and strung them on a steel wire, which was specially used for fishing and catching loaches.

"The shrimp we have here are big and sweet, and there are so many in the pond at the mouth of the black maple that you won't be able to catch them all in a month. When the child saw that I was watching him busy with interest, but he was not alive, he asked, "Uncle, are you waiting for the woman?"

"No, we don't wait for anyone, we just walk around the neighborhood. The tunnel was old and looked a little eerie, and we were discussing whether to go over it all over again to the other side of the mountain. I leaned down, pulled out half a piece of chocolate, and asked, "Do you often run around playing alone?"

"Sometimes it comes, it's a deserted tunnel, what's terrible, but the woman might be afraid, for there are many toads crawling in it, all as big as a fist. The black child was quick with his hands and feet, twisted the hind limbs of the toad, stood up and fell to the ground, the little frog immediately hung up, and then he took out a knife, skillfully chopped off his head and limbs, and threw it into the glass jar after peeling the skin, and it was over. I used to do this kind of thing when I was a child, and my methods were not more civilized than him, but now that I am an adult, I feel a little cruel. In the blink of an eye, he killed a few more, raised his head and said, "My name is Eugene, you just go with me to catch shrimp." "

Krys, who was not far away, raised his hand to me, and after the phone call was over, Lao Dai said that it was okay to go and see it first, and the sun was fierce and there should be no problem. Why didn't Fan Pang tell him when he drove back to Gibson? They are looking for information in five surrounding towns, and a few national detectives will be back soon, because the Four-Eyed Woman has discovered something very interesting, and it may be a big clue.

The black kid saw that we were slowing down and had run into the tunnel, while the village dog was crouching in the grass and watching Krys in a daze. She and I turned on the flashlight, beckoned to the dog, and began to walk deeper and deeper into the darkness.

It is more appropriate to call it a cave than a tunnel, because it is a cave that has been carved out of the rocks, but it has been reinforced and coiled into the wires, and the rocks underneath have been bulldozed and the rails have been paved. The toiling mass work of the last century is so rough and heroic that you have to obey. In the old days, there were no risk assessments and opposition from neighboring residents. Once the land is bought, people are rushed to start construction, which is indispensable for hiring outsiders, and accidents are usually common, and there is no special supervisory body to talk about them.

Some civil rights books like to use rhetorical devices to describe the working people before the construction of the Great Infrastructure, where there is a corpse lying under every meter of railroad tracks, and what black slaves are chained around their necks, and they die in batches under shouting and whipping. In fact, it is not so exaggerated, at that time mechanized work had begun, and the strong laborers who worked were all in order, and if you really want to talk about exploitation, it is that the hourly wage is too low, and no one cares about casualties. Modern concept of construction vehicles has appeared, and there are certainly deaths, but not to that extent. If he dies so much, it will be a huge loss for the mine owner himself, and he will have to keep hiring people to fill it. If you meet some ill-intentioned peers again, secretly stumbling on you or using legal procedures to delay your construction period, it is almost 100% a matter of bankruptcy and closure.

"So, you think that's all nonsense?" Krys asked, looking around, "But the book isn't too wrong, is it?"

"One thing that needs to be corrected, I never said that the employment at that time was not barbaric, the accumulation of primitive capital, the process must have been quite bloody, only you can't think of it, you can't do it without them. But many people die every day must be fabricated. There are only a few hundred people in the nearby town, and most of them settled here during the mining period, which shows that the scale is not large. I don't like the writers even more. I took out a cigarette from the pack and lit it, handed her one, and said with a smile: "What kind of saint do you really think they are? There is a driving force to do everything, and the mine owner is for the money, and the author is famous, which coincides with some trends of the times, and may be able to enter the political circles. It's like those working men and women who sit in the office room, they type on the keyboard with their nails trimmed, and the working people are bleeding and sweating under the sun, and as a result, it is all they who are reported by anchors like Dixie, and they also take the credit, do you think it's fair? And every 50 years, almost two generations of people die, how can you still collect information? Live as if you have witnessed it? That's impossible. Don't take this kind of thing seriously, you can completely look up the debtor or company at the time, and you can know it directly by looking at the data. "

Krys walked to the cave wall and stroked the rocks, taking possession of the black ash left behind by the soot of the small freight train that had been running for a long time throughout the ages. The whole tunnel was very noisy, with the chirping of various toads one after another, mixed with strange sounds, just as the boys by the river said, occasionally swimming a few grass snakes. Except for the cold and irritating you, it feels like it's not dangerous.

I thought the girls were especially afraid of insects, ants, snakes and frogs, but Krys seemed to be an anomaly, and she didn't take the toad seriously even if she jumped on the instep, kicked it far away, picked up a pebble and threw it, and smashed it into a meatloaf. As for the little snakes, she knows more than I do. It is said that all the reptiles where there are snakes and strawberries are basically non-poisonous, they live on snails, beetles, and moths, and they don't grow big, no one will catch them for snacks, and she has seen a lot in Wyoming in the past. As he spoke, Krys picked one up and played with it in his hand, feeling tired of grabbing both ends and pumping his head, and threw it away like throwing hemp rope. It can be seen that when he was a child, he was used to abusing and killing living beings, and his methods were cruel and his demeanor was so leisurely that he didn't take it seriously.

People are always afraid of the same thing or several things, for example, Lin Rui is most afraid of dead rats and just cut off bloody pig heads, and she should be no exception. Tired of walking in the dark, I asked this question, wondering what she was afraid of. Krys asked me to give priority to men, and said she was afraid of things that were not available in the countryside. I thought for a moment, and if I had to name a few, the gecko would probably be one of them, and the second was the Peruvian alpaca, because I had been spat on by them. When I finished, she didn't answer anything, but walked away with a smile.

"Eh, you don't have such a sincere adventure, but I have explained everything from the bottom of my heart, and you have to say a few words. I chased after her, laughing and running away, playing with each other in the dark. However, after all, she hadn't worked out in the dark like I did, and she was caught by me not long after she ran. This feeling was the same as when I was in the shadow at the foot of the lonely mountain, and I had a good time with Miss Lu Kugu, and for a while I was in a trance. Soon I touched her full breasts and smelled the fragrance around her neck, and then I let go of my hand, looking cramped and uneasy. Krys didn't care, though, and leaned over to toss between the rocks.

Looking at her intently back, and the light coming through the exit the size of a mung bean in the distance, this scene is too much like a few months ago. It's just that Krys has long pale blonde hair, which can be distinguished from the purple-haired she remembers. What's wrong with me? Why did I look at her so obsessively? Could it be that I did something worse last night?

"I remember that Lao Qian said that the reason was that he was going to go to the other side of the tunnel because he took the vendor's invitation ticket, can you come to see this?" Seeing me standing still, she waved her hand and gestured forward, holding a page of paper that was torn to the corner, pointing to the word Roulette, and asked: "Since it is printed with a big turntable, it must refer to the casino, don't make a flute, look around." "

It's a good idea, if you had come here a few months ago and been stuck here all night, you'd have left something behind. Moreover, this place has been deserted for too long, and the townspeople have been in and out of the road, and no one walks around on weekdays, and traces can be found. I got busy on the other end, as she said, and soon pulled out a silk glove and a silver flask in the mud, and just as I was about to move on, I heard her call from the other end, as if she had made a great discovery.

"What's wrong?" I fell a few times in the darkness and rubbed my numb knee to her, only to see that Krys was holding a slender feather, which looked familiar. I couldn't help but reach out to her to get a closer look. When she raised her head and crossed her eyes, I only glanced at her, and I was so shocked that I couldn't speak, and my legs went limp and I collapsed to the ground, pointing at her speechless.

"Where's the knock?" Krys pulled me forward, and the face returned to its original shape as she got up. Seeing that I was sweating profusely, she was also frightened and shouted: "Well, I'm afraid of hamsters and lop-eared rabbits, I was bitten by them when I was a child, don't scare me on purpose!"

"No, it's fine. I didn't wait for her to come forward, but hurriedly stood up and snatched the feather from it. Not only did she know it, but I was more familiar with it, because it was the bird feather on the old Dai's Saga wing, which also showed that I had been to this ghost place before. Looking at it, I couldn't help but mutter, "How is this possible?" Georgia, I've never been here, why is Tsubasa Sagasa in the tunnel?".

"Why are you scared like that? Did you see something?" she felt frightened, and hurriedly ran behind me, grabbed her shoulder, and began to look towards the entrance. From time to time I was urged to answer her. When she got so close, her natural milky flavor was stronger, and beads of sweat dripped down her face, making it extremely difficult to control. I waved my hand at her, saying that it was just a dazzle because of the flashlight, and that there was nothing.

"You must have seen something, and you deliberately refused to say it. She puffed my hand away and walked straight ahead, screaming for the tire print. I leaned against the rock wall and lit a cigarette, trying to suppress my panic and calm down. Of course I saw something, but she shouldn't have known it, it was the moment Krys raised her head, and her whole face changed, and that person was Freesia! Yes, although there was only one side, I had seen and hugged her in the shackles of cat blood, and I would not forget her helplessness and loss of soul, and that delicate face, more beautiful than Miss Lukugu, was more deplorable.

Sure enough, Krys, Lin Rui, and her are related to each other, in other words, Freesia is always watching me in another world, and intends to approach me through her, wanting to confide in something. But she is already dead, she is a ghost!So, since Freesia can control Lin Rui in another space-time line to stir up a vacuum blood explosion, it is only a process for her to learn to control Krys. After that, I didn't dare to continue to think deeply, if I couldn't find a solution, I would definitely be trapped for being unkind and unjust, and I would be reviled by all generations.

"The tire mark ran over the track, but it didn't stop and kept going. Krys was still talking to herself, she didn't notice what I was doing, and ran farther and farther away, shouting, "That car should have gone to the other side of the tunnel!"

"Hey, you wait. I blindly reached out to her back, and quickly drooped again. What if you tell her to stop? I'm the one who has the problem. Hopefully, it's all my guess, and maybe it's really dazzling.

Soon, Krys ran out of the tunnel, and I followed her footsteps and began to run, just like that, when suddenly there was a strange sound in my ears, as if there were people around me who were sneering, not singular but a large group, exactly the same as when I was recruited by the old Qian family, except that I didn't fly around like in the nightmare, sometimes blocking the way and sometimes teasing my long hair, which made people feel chilled and frightened.

I hurriedly pulled out the loose items from my soul scythe bag and began to throw them in all directions, the thunderbolts smashing in front of the rock wall and exploding one after another, releasing thick smoke at the same time. However, the scattered things did not help at all, as if the bell had been rung for those things, and more and more whispers seemed to have found an organization, gathering from all directions. I can't stay in this hellish tunnel, and if I continue to sit here, I'm going to go crazy sooner or later! No, maybe I'm going crazy!

I scrambled to my feet, covered my ears and began to run forward without my life, all I wanted to crawl through the darkness and get back into the sun to catch my breath. As I was stumbling, a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of me, and I didn't have time to stop my steps, so I hit my head and quickly rolled into a ball with the thing, and when I was able to retract, I saw myself lying on my stomach in Krys's arms.

"How unreasonable!" I pushed her away and yelled in all directions, "Where are you? Why are you framing me? This is someone else's girlfriend, you keep pushing me towards her, how long are you going to pester me? I don't even know you

at all ".

"I just heard the firecrackers and came over to take a look. Alex, don't scare me! That's not fun!" She took a few steps back, saw me sitting on the ground, and then slowly came over and asked, "Who are you talking to?"

"I think you have a problem too, why aren't you annoyed in the slightest? I've touched you more than once since the morning. If I started the fight I could explain to myself as unintentional, and now that we are bumping into each other, if we continue like this, I will make a big mess sooner or later!"

"When have you touched me?" she said, "Isn't it normal to bump into each other?" she said, blinking at me with big eyes and heading for the tunnel not far away, "Isn't it normal to bump into each other? In the past, I also asked you to lie on my lap and pick your ears, why don't you think it's called a touch? Why don't we go back to the B&B to rest, I'm worried about you, you look very bad. "

"No, you can go anywhere, but you just can't go back to the hotel. I shook my head, shook off her hand, ran out into the sun, took out my mobile phone to dial the number, and as soon as I connected, I couldn't wait to shout at the microphone: "Something is wrong!".