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The person was dressed in a neat and neat black tunic. It was only then that I remembered that he had turned up at my house the day before and the day of my wedding. He claimed that he came uninvited, and because of his name, Er Nengdan, he was willing to take our photos for free.

There was a camera around his neck.

In the mid-1980s, people who could afford cameras were not simple. This made me afraid to look down on him. Furthermore, Er Nengdan was no longer around, and no one could support him, so he was a little nervous inside. I, who wanted to throw a tantrum, couldn't voice it out. I asked politely, "You …. "You are?"

"I'm here to give you the photos!" His face was deathly pale, and behind him was a patch of darkness, which made him look a little scary.

"Why are you giving me pictures in the middle of the night!?" Can't I send you off in the morning? " I suppressed my displeasure, feeling that the man before me was a little nervous.

"No!" I'll send you off now! " Although his tone was neither light nor heavy, it gave off a firm and decisive feeling. The intent to achieve his goal was irresistible.

"Well, since you are here, please come in and sit! It's cold outside! " I opened the door wider and moved out of the way.

The man didn't even bother to be polite with me. He strode into the house.

We sat down at a small square table. The little table was new and covered with red cloth. It's the dowry my wife Xia Lu brought from her parents' home. The stool we were sitting on was new, too, and it was covered with a red cotton cloth that matched the table.

"It's a pity that Jin Yunshan died! He should have been a great figure that only appears once every hundred years! " said the man with the parted hair.

"That's right!" My Second Brother is such a pity! But there was no helping it, he was already dead! Everything that has to do with him will vanish into thin air! " I said with a sigh.

"Heh, you can be considered a university student!" The man looked at me.

I couldn't help but be stunned. "Who the hell are you? How do you know I'm a college student?"

The man with the split hair in the middle didn't answer. Instead, he took out a thick stack of photos from his pocket and threw them on the table. "Look for yourself!" he said.

I picked up the photo and looked at it. The more he read, the more shocked he became. Because the first photo was of me sitting on a winged man, my hair blown in a mess, high up in the air, a shining sun in the distance.

The second photo showed me, wet and frightened, wading along the bank of a river, and far behind me, on the river, a red lion's head with a horn growing on its head and red flames shooting out of its nostrils. Bubbles were visible in the water around the red lion's head, and they were clearly boiling.

The third photo was of a sea of stars. In the full moon hanging in the night sky, there was a giant dragon wildly dancing, opening its bloody maw and devouring a 'black dog'. The dragon's scales were silvery white and its head was a fiery red. Obviously, the lion's head I saw in the river was his. The "black dog" seemed very weak in front of the dragon. A huge python that was just as thick as the mouth of a bowl was facing a small black mouse.

The fourth photo was: Dusk in the evening, in the darkness of East Room. The roof of the East Room shone with the light of the heavens. In front of a Urn Jar, I held a kitchen knife in one hand and a child's head in the other. With a ferocious expression, the bloody scene made me look like a devil.

The fifth photo was that of a sky filled with stars and the full moon hanging in the sky, in San Geda's courtyard. There was a loose quilt next to him. I put one hand over the muzzle of a naked child, my fingers under his chin, the other clutching the top of his skull, twisting the child's head. The child's bulging eyes showed fear and disbelief.

The sixth photo was: It was also decorated by stars. Under the full moon hanging in the night sky, it was located in the courtyard of San Geda's house. There was a loose quilt next to him. I was thrusting an iron rod into the buttocks of a child with his head on the ground and a wicked smile on his face.

The seventh photo was: Stars dotted the sky. The full moon hung in the night sky, but the full moon was very far to the west. The specific location was in the northwest corner of Jin Yunshan's courtyard, next to the latrine. I had already dug a large pit in the ground and placed Xiao Jun's corpse inside it. Beside it was a large, rolled up piece of linoleum.

The eighth photo was of day, but there was still mist. It was obviously early in the morning. In the courtyard of Jin Yunshan's house, I was holding onto a sharp dagger as I walked forward, my face fierce.

The ninth photo was that of Er Nengdan lying on a bed with eyes bleeding in the East Room that leaked out from the roof, while I was standing in front of the bed with my back bent, one hand lifting up the blanket that was covering Er Nengdan's body, while the other hand stabbed a sharp dagger into Er Nengdan's waist.

Seeing this, I no longer had the courage to continue watching. His whole body was shivering, and he couldn't even hold the photos in his hands anymore. His hands were shaking so badly that a bunch of photos fell to the ground. Looking at this quiet man with his hair parted in the middle, my heart was filled with great fear.

"You … Who exactly is it? " My voice was shaking so badly I could barely speak.

"Jin Yunshan is someone great! He didn't even make a sound when you stabbed him! I didn't ask you why you wanted to kill him. "He died just like that!" said the man with the comb.

"Yes!" Yes! I'm sorry! But what can I do! " I nearly broke down and burst into tears.

"Look at this photo again!" The man with the parted hair bent down and picked up a picture from the floor and handed it to me.

I took the photo and looked at it. In this room, I was sitting under the yellow incandescent lamp, looking down at the front, my hands in a pose of holding it. It was as if he was reading an invisible book!

"Hey, what's going on? Could there be something wrong with the picture? " I couldn't help but feel curious.

"Why did you say there was a problem with it?" The man with the split hair in the middle asked.

"Because I was reading a book. However, this photo does not show the book! " "No," I said.

The man with the parted hair in the middle said, "Yes! It doesn't show the book you were talking about! But this picture must be okay! "

"Then why doesn't it show the book?" I asked.

"I don't know what's going on either! I might as well tell you, when I took this picture of you, my eyes couldn't see the book in your hands! " said the man with the parted hair.

I couldn't help but be surprised. Looking at him, she didn't think he looked like he was lying.

The man with the parted hair continued, "I suspect that you are holding a heavenly book!"

I couldn't help but be stunned again. He said, "Could it be that no one else can see the book?"

"Yes!" Apart from you, of course, there is also the person who gave you the Heavenly Book. No one else can see that book! " said the man with the parted hair.

"Really, don't lie to me!" I couldn't believe it.

The man with the parted hair said, "Actually, the reason I came this time wasn't to let you see these photos!"

"Then why did you come here?" You're not threatening me with these photos, are you? " I worry.

"Of course not! "The main purpose of my trip here is to show you these two photos!" The man with the parted hair pulled two more photographs from his pocket and handed them to me.

I took the photo and looked at it.

The first photo was of a yard I had never seen before. A man with a face like mine, but with a very different figure, was holding a lump of yellow shit on his chest. He was smiling broadly, obviously very happy. In the photo, he looked very low, but what was even more striking was the hump on his back.

"Who is this?" Why does his face look exactly like mine? Also, is there something wrong with this person? Why are you laughing so happily while holding a pile of shit! " "No," I said.

"Look at the back of the picture," said the man with the parted hair.

I turned the photo around and saw a crooked line of words on its back: Jin Shi showed off the Love Cake gifted by the villagers, September 16th, 2006 Lunar New Year.

"This foolish Hunchback, is his name Jin Shi?"

"Yes!" His name is Jin Shi! "

"Is he crazy!?" This is clearly a pile of shit, why is he writing cake behind this photo! "

The man with the split hair in the middle did not say anything, but the expression on his face had changed. It was a very complicated expression.

I looked at the next photo. He could not help but feel nauseous. The picture showed me: in a yard that I didn't know, the man with the same face but a very different figure than me, the one who picked up a lump of yellow shit and put it in his mouth, still smiling, his teeth bared, his smile brilliant!

I turned the photo around again and saw a crooked line of words on its back: Jin Shi showed off the Love Cake gifted by the villagers, September 16th, 2006 Lunar New Year.

"This Jin Shi is really crazy! Eat shit! Could it be that he was playing a prank and this sh * t is just a prop that was purposely filmed like this? " "No," I said.

The man with the split hair in the middle shook his head and said, "It's not a prop in the photo! This is really a pile of shit! "

"Can't he see it's a lump of shit? Why is the cake written on the back of the photo? "

"He really couldn't tell it was a pile of shit! He thought it was a piece of cake! " The man with the parted hair emphasized the words, his deep eyes seeming to be filled with tears.

"Is there something wrong with his brain or his eyes?" "No," I said.

The man with the split hair in the middle sighed and said, "There's a serious problem with Jin Shi!"

"Why does his face look like mine?" I asked.

The man with the parted hair didn't answer. He just looked at me with a complicated look in his eyes.

"His surname is also Jin. He can't be my twin brother, right?" "If he's my twin brother, then why is there such a huge disparity in our stature?"

The man with the split hair bent down to pick up the photos one by one, then took the two back from me, slapped a stack of photos onto the table, lined them up at the edges, put them in his pocket, and got up from the bench. "The photos have been shown to you," he said. My purpose in coming here has been achieved! I should go! "

"Hey!" You are so strange! What do you want me to do with the last two photos? He didn't even tell me the reason and just left like that? "What is it?" I'm afraid that my heart might be filled with doubts and I might be tormented by them, hence I replied in a very dissatisfied manner. However, she didn't dare to stop him.

Although he was always calm, I had the feeling that there was an indescribable danger hidden within him. It was like facing a cripple, who was neither crazy nor talkative and as honest as a log. However, you could feel the ruthlessness in his body, and it was very scary when it erupted. There was a proverb that said you didn't give up your cheetah.

The man with the parted hair left. It left me with a deep sense of doubt that I could never forget. I lay awake tossing and turning in my bed. Xia Lu, who was sleeping soundly, was pushed awake. She looked at me with bleary eyes and muttered, "Why the fuck don't you let me sleep! You even have to turn on the lights, you're f * * king amazing! "

I pulled the book out of the quilt and waved it in front of her eyes, saying you could see what I was holding in my hand.

Xia Lu opened her eyes again and muttered: "I saw you holding your mother's head!"

I gave her a shove and said you'd answer me seriously if you could see what I was holding in my hand!

"You have a fart in your hand!" Xia Lu turned her body and faced away from me, ignoring me.

"Damn it!" What's the use of marrying you! " Gritting my teeth in annoyance, I turned around and lay down on my stomach. I placed the book on the pillow, opened it one page at a time, and flipped open the fourth page.

The contents of page four made me suddenly feel giddy.