This is supposed to be a string of human footprints, and the reason why I am not sure is that they are so small that they look like they are long.
It would be very strange if it was left by a child, because it was so late, it was snowing, and there was no one nearby, so what parent would let his child run out It is possible if those lost homeless children are possible, but generally speaking, such children will definitely find a place where there are people, who will run to this abandoned factory, without food or drink, and it is so scary, but this possibility cannot be ruled out.
But in addition to the footprints, there are some other imprints, that is, small round pits the size of walnuts, which appear side by side with the footprints.
These footprints and the small round pit looked messy, as if they had wandered around the door for a while and then left, and I found that one footprint was deep and the other was shallow, and that shallow footprint was closer to the small round pit.
I thought about it, it was supposed to be a little kid watching here on crutches for a while before leaving, or maybe he was secretly observing me.
Judging by the shape of the footprints, the soles of these shoes have no lines, more like those old cloth shoes.
Now I can be sure, just now another old lady with small feet who is not very dexterous in her legs and feet, secretly observed me outside the door for a while with a cane, and then left.
I don't know much of the old lady with little feet, and it's the old lady from the old lake of resentment, the crazy person in the town.
She is in a group with the little boy of the Zheng family, and now the old resentment lake and the ghost species of the Zheng family are under Zheng Ziwen's control, so naturally there is no place for the old lady, is she here to take revenge on me or is there another reason The snow is already getting heavier, and the goose-feather flakes will soon cover the footprints completely.
I decided to follow the footprints to find the old lady, and maybe find clues related to the corpse chaser.
The small footprints stretched all the way to the outside of the lumber mill, and they chased the small footprints all the way, but the footprints did not disappear, and it could be seen that some of them had just stepped on.
I think maybe the other person isn't fast enough, so as long as I pick up my pace, I'll be able to catch up with her quickly.
Thinking so, I started running, because I was in such a hurry that I tripped over a dry branch buried in the snow on the way, and fell into the snow, and I got up and continued to run after the footprints, not caring about the snow falling off my body.
The little footprints walked west along the road for a while, then left the road and turned into the field.
There are no crops in the fields on the outskirts of the city in this season, and they are originally vegetable plots, but if there is no greenhouse, everything planted in such an environment will freeze to death.
The small footprints are getting denser and denser, and I think it may be that the other party's legs are not dexterous and they can't walk anymore, so I speed up my pace.
After about two more miles, the little footprints disappeared, and the ground was white, and no one saw it.
The cold wind was blowing, as if whimpering and crying, a little panicked, I gasped and stood in the cold wind, not knowing where to go next, let alone how the man disappeared.
Because the clothes inside my coat were soaked with sweat, and now I was blown by the cold wind, which made me get goosebumps all over my body, and I shone my flashlight around again, and this time I noticed that something was wrong.
It was as if I had walked into a cemetery, and around me, there were six or seven grave bags scattered irregularly, some of them larger, some of them smaller, and some of them two or three of them were connected together.
It can't be that the ghost brought me here, thinking about it like this, I felt even more terrifying, and I began to retreat, because I felt that Sister Su didn't keep up with me, otherwise the ground was bare, and it was impossible for me not to see her, unless she kept crawling on the ground, but it was impossible.
I always felt that someone was watching me in secret, waiting for an opportunity, so I decided to do this tonight, and I would come here another day to look for it.
I started to walk back, and when I passed a grave, I suddenly noticed that it was very different from other graves, there was no snow on the grave, the soil was wet, but there was no snow.
On snowy days, generally no snow in the place indicates that the surface temperature is higher, commonly found in manhole covers, or places with gas pipes, heating pipes, etc., since this grave does not have snow, it means that the temperature inside the grave is higher than the temperature outside, and it is also higher than the temperature of other graves.
I walked around the grave and found that there was no snow on the ground directly south of the grave, about half a meter wide path, which stretched about ten meters to the south, and then the place without snow was slightly larger, the size of a coffin.
Finally I found a wooden board at the southernmost end of the snow-free path, the size of a manhole cover, but square.
Now I understand the reason why the footprints disappeared because I stepped on a place where there was no snow, and then I looked at the plank, and when I jerked it up, I found a hole in the ground.
Then the man on crutches went underground, which is why the man was able to disappear out of thin air, and the hole in the ground must have been connected to the grave bag without snow.
If it hadn't snowed today, I wouldn't have found this place at all, and God helped me.
I decided to go into the cave to find out, which meant going into the grave, but I couldn't think about it because it was terrifying.
Just as I was shining down with my flashlight, I noticed a thin old man's face appearing in the hole.
I screamed, sat back sharply, crouched on the ground, and almost threw my flashlight away.
This is an old lady, but not the one of the old resentment lake.
Her skin was sallow and sallow, without any blood, like a person who has been suffering from liver disease for many years.
Her gray hair was combed into a bun at the back of her head, but I could only see the top of her head from this angle, and her old eyes were very cloudy, but I could see that there was a fierce light in them, as if a resurrected corpse was about to eat people.
The more I looked at her, the more familiar I became, and finally mustered up the courage to stammer, "You are you" "Who sent you?"
she asked me in a shriveled voice before I could finish the sentence, as if her vocal cords were badly broken.
"What who sent me, I myself came to you" "Don't you know me, ahem."
She coughed slightly, then slowly poked her head out, and I unconsciously stepped back to see her better.
"It's you," I exclaimed, "I'm here to find the old man who drove the corpse, do you know where he is?"
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