Shadow Code

" A year ago, Widow Wang's grave was lost, but after that, the village was unable to find it. Another piece was added, and the name I found on it was not 'Wang Xiuyun', but Li Xiuyun! "

" "F * ck, what do you mean by that?"

" That word doesn't seem to belong to a human. It seems to belong to the claw of some kind of animal.

" "What do you mean, animals in the forest stole Widow Wang's inscription and changed her surname?"

" "Yes!"

" F * ck, did you not eat your fill in the morning? Are you trying to make fun of me? What animal in the woods has a mental illness? Do some silly, hairless things? "

" "You are the impatient one. Do you know that in the past, there were people who claimed that Widow Wang's father was not her father?!"

" "The more you say it, the more confused I am. Her father isn't her father, could it be her mother?"

" There's no way for me to chat with you any longer! Your brain won't budge! Wang Xiuyun's father shouldn't be Seventh Brother Wang, but Li Fugui! "

" Ah, ah? What do you mean, there are animals in the mountains that know about Widow Wang's mother and Li Fugui, and they came over after a few lifetimes to change their surname from the widow's grave to the grave? Is that what you're trying to prove? "

" You're finally saved, that's what I meant, but this matter, we have already agreed upon, no matter what, do not tell the third person, I have buried that grave, because after Widow Wang died, I only had one child, I do not want my child to be innocent, and to be looked down upon! " There were several small forks in the road in front of us.

" "Could it be that someone prepared the buttons for the animals?" Sometimes, other hunters would bury a fox or a rabbit or something like that. If you were blind and stepped on it, you could break it with your foot and neck, but you never heard of anything else that could be hunted with grass buttons.

" "This is for blind donkeys, do you have a lack of intelligence? What can you hunt with this kind of button that can even be seen with one eye?" The pockmark kicked me. "This is a signal that hasn't been used for many years!"

" "Signal?" I seem to remember something.

In the past, the old branch book seemed to have said something like this, saying, if one encountered a very strange place to hunt, just do it well and not let the hunters fall into it, then they would tie it with the grass on both sides of the road. Of course, as long as one saw the knot, anyone would understand and stop entering those places for the time being.

" "That must have been last night, because I came here at noon yesterday, and it's just that we haven't entered the deep forest yet, so why would we use such an easy signal?" The pockmark muttered.

There are almost no flaws in this logical reasoning, but the biggest one that doesn't work is, pockmarked, I can't believe that pockmarks would go through so much effort to scheme against me.

However, this thought appeared inexplicably when I saw these knots. I even felt that I was very dirty, thinking like this about someone who isn't close to me.

Sometimes, people are hard to change. For example, one of the habits of their life is to be talked about every day and you can't change it. Sometimes, people can change, quickly, simply, you can go from one extreme to the other and only need the speed of light.

As for me, I'm not a very suspicious person. I hate people who think that they are smart and suspect this, but in the end, they are smart and wrong. However, after going through a matter that I can't figure out and can't find an answer to, I became so quick.

" Then we won't go in? Or a few days? " I pulled at a knot. It was strong, and dead.

"Can you see what's written there?" The pockmark pointed at one of the forks in the road. It was not far away, and at the end of the knot was a stone slab. There was indeed a line of characters written in blood on it.

" It looks like a date! "

" "That's right. Take a look at the final days. What is it?"

" "Like an 8!"

" Today's the 9th, that's what happened yesterday! "

" "What do you mean?"

" This sort of knot, do you think, if it was tied like this last year, wouldn't it be a waste? So near these knots, the knots had to leave a date of blood to inform the newcomers, when it started, and then you counted the knots, and if there were too many, you wouldn't be going in for ten days or half a month, and if there were only a few, it was usually some kind of ferocious animal that came out, and that was a moment of danger, and when that guy was far away the place would be safe, and the bold one would be, so the knots would go in, look at the numbers of the buttons, and roughly estimate, but there would be, like, knots, between 12 and 14, and if you saw 13, you'd be dead. The pockmark said.

"Did you count the ties? Look, there are a total of three forks. The first one, two links, the second one, seventeen, the third one, and the twenty-three. It seems like the first one is safer! "

If it was before, I would not hesitate to follow the thoughts of the pockmarks, but I am calculating on my own. Firstly, these knots were made by the pockmarks, and were even left behind by a hunter who had risked his life to survive. If it was the former, there must be a reason for the pockmarks to do so, I cannot listen to it.

" Then let's go to the first fork? " I tried to find out what pockmarks meant.

" But, the plum blossom shoe mark is not at the first fork in the road, if we were to take the first, we have to take a detour! "

" If the danger is too great, I can't guarantee that I can save the victims in danger. What do you think, besides, this method of binding is not very accurate, it's a person's assessment of the danger, and as long as it's man-made, it's not a small horse crossing the river. Listen to the rat, fox, hedgehog, you don't have to walk into it yourself, right? "

"That's fine, but remember, little San, no matter what happens, remember to protect your life and don't worry about me!" I feel a little guilty about that.

We really took the third fork in the road with the most knots.

At first, every step was as if he was stepping into a bottomless pit. He was extremely careful as he almost wiped, landed and carefully lifted his foot once more.

Afterwards, after half an hour, without even seeing a grasshopper, he relaxed his guard, but he was still worried.

The pockmarks were in front, and I was behind.

"Little San, don't you think it's abnormal?"

"There's no danger. For now, what's wrong? There's not even a autumn grasshopper! "

"Isn't it abnormal if he doesn't even have a f * cking minimum of grasshoppers?"

" "Bam, pockmarks!" I called for the pockmarks to stop and they stopped and turned back.

" "What's wrong?"

" If you go any further, let's keep going! "

" "No, why did I hear the footsteps of three people?"