Chapter 891 Snow Mountain
"This is the mountain we are about to climb, Gawu Zhangde Snow Mountain. Among the locals, they call it...the lost place." At this point, the man suddenly lowered his voice.
“It is rumored that every climber who attempts to conquer it will eventually die because their souls are left in the snow-capped mountains, lost and never able to get out.”
"It's because of climbing this snow-capped mountain that my grandson..." The man couldn't help but choked up.
"Old man." The fat man couldn't help but ask: "Your grandson... disappeared after climbing this mountain?"
"No, he is back, but... the person who came back is not him!"
Jiangcheng and the others understood the man's obviously ambiguous words. It seems that his grandson has died here. In a snowy mountain, a certain ghost wandering in the mountain came back disguised as his grandson.
After pondering for a moment, under Jiang Cheng’s eyes, Huaiyi asked: "Old man, it’s not that we don’t believe you. It’s so confusing and scary to hear the truth. Do you have any direct evidence? ”
At present, it seems that this elderly man is the clue that guides the plot.
Hearing Huaiyi's words, the man nodded vigorously and took off the large backpack on his back. Only then did everyone notice that the old man was hunched over, and he was very hunched over.
Opening the backpack, the man took out a cloth bag from inside. He did not open it immediately, but held the cloth bag in his hand with some hesitation. After a long time, he took out a photo and placed it in front of everyone.
The photo shows a man about 25 years old, with a strong build and a hiking pole in his hand. There is a snowfield in the background. His eyebrows and eyes look very similar to that of an old man.
"My name is Shang Mo, and this is my grandson, Shang Zuo." Shang Mo said in a hoarse voice: "There are some things that I can't tell you, but... But it's already like this, so it doesn't matter. "
"My grandson follows me and is a restless person. His parents can't control him. He has been interested in those mysterious cultures since he was a child, and later he hung out with a group of foreigners and did some things. Clean up the warehouse and do some dirty business," Shang Mo said.
"What does it mean to sweep warehouses and do dirty work?" A woman with big beautiful eyes and a beautiful face asked in a low voice.
"It's just tomb robbing." The man wearing glasses sitting on the right side of the woman replied. The man has a calm temperament and it seems that this is not his first time in such a place.
After being exposed, Shang Mo just showed a bitter expression and nodded, "Yes, my grandson is a tomb robber, and to tell you the truth, he is very talented in this industry and is an acupoint expert. , just to find out the location of the tomb, that’s what those foreigners liked about him , so they recruited him into the group."
"Afterwards, they turned their attention to foreign countries as the domestic police tightened their control. They didn't know what news they got, and finally they decided to go to this snowy mountain!" When Mo said this, his face was filled with the bitterness of a white-haired person giving a black-haired person.
Glancing at the snow outside the window, Jiang Cheng turned around and asked, "Why, are there tombs in this snowy mountain?"
"Yes." Shang Mo gritted his teeth and nodded. "It is rumored that there is a tomb of a saint at the top of Gawu Zhangde Snow Mountain, but no one has ever found it, so no one knows whether the tomb exists or not."
"In short, these people disappeared after setting foot in the snow-capped mountains."
"But not long after, late one night, Shang Zuota suddenly appeared at the door of his house, covered in rags and stinking. Taste, how could my son and daughter-in-law pay attention to this? We were overjoyed when we knew our son was back, and immediately called me to inform me of the good news.”
“I was still abroad at the time. After receiving the news, I immediately packed my things and prepared to return to China. ”
“On the way to the result It was delayed for a few days, but during this period, I have been in contact with my son and daughter-in-law. As for my grandson Shang Zuo..." Shang Mo paused, "I am an archaeologist, can you understand, so I and I My relationship with my grandson is not very good. We haven’t spoken to each other for many years. I'm not surprised that he refused to answer my call."
"But in the communication with my son and daughter-in-law, I felt that they were getting more and more strange, and they seemed...like they were panicking on the phone. He also says some very strange things.”
"It all revolves around my grandson Shang Zuo. He doesn't sleep at night and sits on a chair in his bedroom all night long, with his back to the door and motionless."
"I asked him, but he didn't say anything."
"Also, he doesn't eat well either. How should I put it? He doesn't even eat a bite of rice or vegetables. He really likes to eat what his mother makes. Cooking, finished now Not interested at all.”
“He only eats meat, and he eats a lot of meat.”
“Later, my son and daughter-in-law felt something was wrong. He could only eat one meal by himself. He ate 5 or 6 roast chickens and could chew the bones, and his expression was very fierce when he was eating the meat. My daughter-in-law said... yes, she said it was very scary, like a beast, with that kind of protective look in his eyes. ”
"That's not okay. They were worried that Shang Zuo would eat bad food, so they restricted him from eating meat. They either didn't give him food, or they just gave him a small meal. But one night, while my son and daughter-in-law were sleeping, they felt strange for a while. The sound woke me up."
"It was like an animal grinding its teeth."
"They followed the sound and found it was coming from the kitchen. The door was open, Shang Zuo was squatting on the ground On top, with her back to them, my daughter-in-law couldn't help but called him. When he turned around, he found that his two hands were holding a piece of meat, raw meat, the kind they had newly bought for making ribs. Shang Zuo was taking a big bite. Biting, snapping The sound is the sound of teeth biting bones! "
Think about it, in the dark kitchen, with the refrigerator door half open, there is a guy squatting on the ground with his back turned, eating raw meat. .
Is this... really still a human being?
"We managed to survive till dawn. My son and daughter-in-law wanted to take Shang Zuo to see a psychiatrist. They must have been stimulated in some way and there was something wrong with their mind, but Shang Zuo refused to go."
"Later they saw that Shang Zuo behaved normally during the day, that is, I relaxed a little and decided to observe for another day, but I didn't expect..."
The old man who had been relatively calm suddenly covered his face, shed tears, and his voice was choked with sobs. He was trembling. He reached out and took out another photo from the bag.
A few people in Jiangcheng squinted their eyes. This was a relatively dark photo. It seemed to have been taken at night, and the camera was shaking very badly. It seemed that the person who took the photo was in a hurry.
It can be vaguely seen that the background is somewhere like a bedroom. Someone should be standing in the bedroom and taking the photo towards the bedroom door.
The moment they saw it clearly, everyone couldn't help but gasp. There was a figure squatting there next to the door frame, with only half of his face exposed, looking in. (End of this chapter)