Return 100 days before death

, everything looks extra trance.

Qi Ming: "You look for a broom, I'll get a rag, and I'll clean up the mess first. After working for so long, go to bed early today, and don't look for your mother."

Except for Qi Ming, in this familiar yet unfamiliar place, Qi Yun didn't dare to listen to anyone. He nodded repeatedly, and when he was doing things, he kept looking at his brother from the corner of his eyes, for fear that he would lose his sight in the blink of an eye.

No good dreams all night.

The desert, the yellow sand, the scorching sun, the blazing heat... Qi Yun dreamed that they were still running hard on the journey, never reaching the village at all. He squinted his eyes and pointed at Qi Ming who was walking in front of him with a thirsty voice. With a cry, the latter paused, probably hearing it, but before he could turn around to look at him, he fell straight forward.

Qi Yun was shocked, he could no longer care about his tired body, he threw off all the weight on his body, and wanted to run to Qi Ming's side earlier.

The distance between them seems to be much farther than it looks. The dropped mountaineering bag rolled a few times on the spot. The zipper couldn’t withstand the harsh damage and slid open. Mi Ya’s relic box fell out without any problems. Without showing any weakness, it followed the "everyone" and fell open with a click, and the objects inside flew all over the sky under the action of the strong wind, like a cannon flying into the sky.

The scene was frozen here, and it was fiercely reflected in Qi Yun's head with the few remaining memories. When he opened his eyes again and wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead, it was already noon the next day. .

A false alarm.

Qi Yun said in his heart, compared with the dream, it seems that the current situation is a little more acceptable.

Not far away, a burst of unorganized gongs sounded suddenly, and several pigeons on the eaves were frightened and flew away. The leader might not be able to listen anymore, and yelled with his full lung capacity It stopped with a sound, and then gave some nagging and blind directions. When they played together again, they finally got a bit of a dog-like outfit.

Coincidentally, the Sacrificial Festival is coming soon.

When Qi Ming returned to the room, he was disheveled, as if he had just returned from digging coal. He went to the toilet to wash his hands and head, and then changed a coat from the closet: "While you are sleeping in the morning, I buried Mia."

"Are you alone?" Qi Yun took the water from him.

Qi Ming: "It's easier to finish it early, it's boring to procrastinate, and it's dazzling to watch. By the way, when I came back, I went around the village and observed the situation."

Qi Yun: "Then what's the situation now?"

Qi Ming: "Two kinds. First, our experiences about the end of the past six months are all fake. We both had concussions at the same time. Second, we also had concussions at the same time, and now we are dreaming exactly the same dream."

Qi Yun: "Brother, it's rare for you to make a joke when you talk, why don't you change it to a more lively one next time, this sounds so creepy."

Qi Ming just looked at him directly without speaking.

Qi Yun: "Well, I'm more inclined to the latter explanation, but I definitely don't have a concussion, except for the lack of space in my head, everything else is fine and healthy, except for a nightmare last night, everything else is normal. Brother, what should we do now? Stay here or go back?"

The moment this question is asked, there is no point in answering it.

Just finished the long journey, and returning again, the wear and tear on the body is quite large, let alone whether they can persist, it is fine, but they will definitely need supplies when they leave this time, where will the supplies come from?If you buy in large quantities, it will definitely attract the attention of the villagers, and then how can they explain it?

Said you are too strange and we are a little scared?

Can you speak it?

After struggling for a long time, until the sound of beating gongs and drums outside gradually faded away, Qi Yun came back to his senses: "Why don't we finish tomorrow's sacrificial festival first, so that we can eat some good food, The cans and compressed biscuits along the way, and the tragedy last night, I'm almost starving to death."

In fact, there is nothing special about the sacrificial festival in the village. It is to beat the gongs and drums in advance. Dozens of people in the village gather together and carry the dinner to the white tower, a symbolic building halfway up the mountain. Everyone eats together and joins in the fun.

It will look better at night. In the dark environment, a bonfire taller than an adult man is lit. The red light shines on the face, and the atmosphere and charm are enough.

If this place is really a place where you can escape from the end, staying here is actually a good thing.

They can pretend that everything outside has never happened, they don't know Lu Youqi, they don't know Zhou Yelou, and they choose to forget everything that happened in the past six months. The place where I grew up, as to whether to return to the urban area, it is up to them to decide, and no one can force them.

And there will be many unknown dangers on the way back...

During these two days, Qi Ming felt that his head was like a bullet on the eve of the explosion, and he was unable to make a satisfactory judgment at all. Everything in the outside world made him uncertain and made him stop. But time waits for no one, he must find a good home before the next doomsday, otherwise the only thing waiting for the end of the two brothers is death.

He definitely didn't want his brother to die.

Qi Yun always likes to dangle in front of him, asking questions, and Qi Ming always thinks that he will always give him the best advice or answer, and help him remove all obstacles, so that he will never have to worry about what will happen next. what to do.

Is he wrong?

In fact, I don't have such strength at all?

"Hey, what are you thinking, young man? Do you want to have a drink together?" At the bonfire meeting of the sacrifice, a drunken strong man suddenly hooked Qi Ming's neck, interrupting his thinking and forcing him to look away from Qi Ming. Leaving from the figure, because of the unstable gravity, the two staggered at the same time, the wine in the glass spilled out, and the chest was soaked.

Qi Ming: "..."

Drunk man: "Hi'er..., I'm sorry, young man, my eyes are blurred, do you want to go back and change a dress? It's cold, it's not good to catch a cold hahahaha, hiccup."

Qi Ming was too lazy to argue with the drunk, so he pushed him away, went over to inform his younger brother, and prepared to go home.

Behind it was a buzz, and the drunk lunatic sang runaway, getting a lot of jeers from the little girls.

And when he walked down the hillside and returned to the village again against the cold wind, his whole body froze suddenly, all the previous hesitation dissipated immediately, and the piercing fear spread from the soles of his feet to his tingling scalp .

In front of you is a rubble.

Past No.20 Three

The drunken man's voice suddenly came from behind: "What are you doing here? Haven't you seen it?"

Qi Ming turned his head abruptly, and the darkness behind him swept his vision, and he couldn't see any figure at all. It seemed that he was the only living person under the mountain, and the words just now seemed to be just his hallucinations. Followed by blurred.

All the houses in the village have collapsed, and there are hideous cracks on the road surface, which are bottomless and indistinguishable from the outside world.Obviously, when they left in the afternoon, everything was still fine. He didn't hear any noise, and there was no accident in the past few hours, so it wouldn't have been destroyed when they went up the mountain. Thoughts, then there is only one possibility left—it is what it looks like.

It seemed that the protective film that was glossy and beautiful had finally been torn off, revealing the filth at the bottom of its essence.

Is this what the village really looks like?

What exactly is it?What is fake?

Qi Ming walked to the door of his house based on his memory, and stopped in front of a pile of ruins. The spirits on his clothes had completely evaporated. , carefully pulled out, wanting to find clues.

He bent down, regardless of the pain, his hands began to frantically turn over the bricks and tiles.

Qi Ming wanted to find that hiking bag.

Halfway up the mountain, the enthusiasm for the sacrificial feast was still rising. Qi Yun had never drank so much wine. He slumped on a chair, ignoring all the noise, holding an empty magnum in his arms, with a flushed face Looking at the white pagoda covered in flames, he saw the reflection on the bottle as his elder brother who looked exactly like himself, and murmured to him inarticulately: "Brother..., you look good!" stupid."

As soon as the word "stupid" was blurted out, Qi Yun laughed for no reason, hahaha, and no one cared about him, but after laughing halfway, he was choked by the cold air, and felt that his internal organs were about to be choked. All the six internal organs were coughed out, and I couldn't laugh anymore.

He picked up the wine bottle, looked directly at the "brother" inside, and said seriously: "Brother, no, look at this place, this is not our home, we must have gone to the wrong place, you are blind and led the wrong way That's it. Hey, forget it, let's go back, go back to Lu Youqi and the others, I won't make trouble anymore... absolutely obedient."

The White Tower was burning red, as if it was about to overflow with blood.

The night is still long.

Between twin brothers, it may be because they have stayed together since the birth of their mothers, so there is always a little more tacit understanding than ordinary people.Qi Ming breathed out a trembling heavy breath, and was just about to take a break, when an answer inexplicably popped up in his head, "Okay, that's what you said."

So he continued to act again, lifted the last piece of wood on the ground, and clapped