A huge misunderstanding
Let's not talk about that anymore. After Huo Bing copied down the real map he had memorized, everyone started to move quickly.
At this time, news came from Yan Mo that he and his men had already visited and investigated the people involved in the moldy sugar pill incident, and the situation was very bad.
According to him, most of the children who took the sugar pills were just feeling unwell. When their parents found out, they stopped them in time. They recovered after lying at home for a few days. Afterwards, they did not show any desire or dependence on the sugar pills. It seemed that this thing was just a marker for screening "medicine materials" and there was no addiction or other side effects.
Out of caution, Yan Mo used some means to "invite" them, who had grown up many years later, to the Zhang family's private hospital for examinations, but no hidden abnormalities were found. It seemed that they were the same type of people as the security guard Li Ge, who were quite resistant and insensitive to the ghost stories themselves. Even if they had a direct encounter, they quickly diluted the influence of the ghost stories and were not contaminated.
As soon as I heard Yan Mo say "most of the time", I knew the key to the question was in the second half of the sentence. Sure enough, I heard him say "but".
"The population of that small place wasn't that large, but the number of missing persons reported around that year nearly doubled. Ninety percent of them were children."
"Some families whose children were missing had never heard of the sugar pills. They recalled that they had never seen their children eat any outside snacks or have any discomfort before they went missing."
The Zhang family has been dealing with strange things related to ghost stories for many years, and they are not unknown in some aspects, otherwise they would not be able to swagger around with helicopters and motorcades. Yan Mo went there to make contact with the locals first, and immediately felt something strange after checking the missing data.
He brought people to the families' homes, using the excuse that an old local case was being reopened and that a cross-regional joint investigation was needed. The families did not suspect him and were quite cooperative, leaving the door open for them to do as they pleased.
But when asked about the details of the loss, the family members became silent, and seemed extremely distressed and puzzled, and just shook their heads when asked in detail.
There was a local guy who was quick-witted. He immediately pulled the man aside, spoke in a strong local accent, and didn't rush to ask any questions. He just stayed with the man, sighing and wiping tears.
After a while, someone in the corner started crying and speaking from the bottom of his heart.
The guy almost recognized two more parents. After persuading the family members to go back and rest in a gentle voice, he turned his head and wiped his face. His expression was normal, and he came over and shouted: "It's not good, there is a problem."
"Those missing children were not kidnapped or deceived when they went out. They were not sneaked out when they were left alone at home. It's really weird."
Yan Mo knew that although this guy was thick-skinned and a veteran, he was brought up by a broker after all and was specifically responsible for secular and external affairs. This batch of experts have always been prudent and would not exaggerate. After thinking about it, he asked him what he meant.
The answer I got was very strange.
Simply put, those children disappeared from their homes out of thin air.
When everyone in the family is present, right under the adults' noses, the child just goes to the bathroom, goes back to the bedroom to get a toy, or even dozes off while watching TV next to the adults, with the distance between them being no more than half an arm's length.
But it was so strange that in the blink of an eye, such a big living person suddenly disappeared from the room without a trace.
This has completely gone beyond a missing case in the ordinary sense. According to the logic of ordinary people, the first reaction would probably be to suspect that the family deliberately killed the child and hid him, and even made up some clumsy lies to try to cover it up.
After all, more than ten years have passed since the incident, and many families have already raised new children. Some of the pain has now turned into unspeakable and inexplicable distress and a conditioned reflex of resistance and self-protection.
Yan Mo understood the concerns and embarrassment of the family members, nodded, and without saying much, he took his people away.
Someone behind me seemed to be relieved subconsciously. After a while, he chased out from the corridor. I couldn't see who it was from across the stairs. He shouted with some shame:
"Leader, there is one more thing!"
"During those days, our child often had some toys and small things from nowhere. He said they were given by other children. Our child has always been very well behaved and would not lie, so I didn't take it seriously. Now that you mention it... yes, there is a toy that I still have."
Yan Mo stopped and looked up. The footsteps above his head quickly disappeared, followed by the sound of the door closing.
He then went upstairs and saw a well-kept box in the hallway, with almost no paint peeling off. When he opened it, he found a crudely made animal doll.
Yan Mo sent the doll for inspection and found that there was nothing unusual about the toy itself, but the place of origin and time were not right and it should not appear here.
"It was a no-name brand that stopped production a long time ago. The manufacturer said that he only had that small piece of land after he started the business. The sales of the puppets didn't even get out of the local area before he went bankrupt."
"We later checked that family and found that they had no connections with the puppet's place of origin. The same was true for their relatives, colleagues and neighbors who were able to interact with them."
In other words, it is impossible for the child to borrow the doll from someone around him.
A thought suddenly came to my mind, and I somehow remembered Pingping's picture book of Lu Xixi.
The story of a little girl who found an invisible dragon in the room, got a dragon ball, and used it to travel underwater, was shrouded in a rather disturbing shadow after I learned about the existence of "medicine". This simple fairy tale, after I obtained different information and different perspectives, was able to read completely different horror meanings.
This was by no means a story that was randomly chosen and handed down to me.
The metaphor in the picture book creates an impossible connection between Huang Yazi, the goddess and Pingping, who are thousands of miles apart.
I felt like Huang Yazi was hinting at something.
It seems that there was some kind of channel that only some children could see and use, allowing them to share and communicate across distance.
But in my experience, the only things that can connect people silently and that most people cannot perceive are ghost stories.
This is a very bad situation, because it means that there are quite a few children who, in a completely ignorant state, may have been inspired by nature or accidentally enlightened by the sugar pills, and saw some strange floating scenes in an instant, and even went deep into them without any defense, until one moment they were trapped in them and could no longer return.
To others, it appears as a sudden disappearance without any symptoms.
What’s even more frightening is that this kind of bland picture from a ghost story must be very lifelike and normalized to prevent children from being alert at all. They take it as normal in their ignorance and therefore never ask questions to the adults around them.
What is it that exists in so many different families and is so common that no matter how it changes or emerges, it never causes any suspicion or uneasiness.
I suddenly felt a little restless and thought of a question.
As for me, I am much more sensitive to strange stories and unusual things than anyone else around me.
If Pingping had once glimpsed that blurry image from the strange story, and somehow, unlike the other children, had come into contact with it without suffering any harm, then it stands to reason that I should have seen that thing at some point, too.
But I don't remember ever having that kind of sudden moment of uneasiness.
Unless it was something that even I was used to and felt safe about. Some of the characteristics of that thing made it really not harm me and Pingping. Or, for some reason, Pingping never triggered its harm.
Or, it should be said the other way around, some characteristic of that thing made it so that it was not blocked by the guard booth and Zhang Tianyi, and did not cause the rules of the guard booth to be alerted and respond.
I got goosebumps and wondered what on earth was this thing? Why did Pingping or Huang Yazi use such a cryptic way to convey it to me? Does this have anything to do with our destination this time?
The more I thought about it, the more my scalp tingled. Yan Mo saw that I didn't look right and asked me what was wrong.
I remembered that he had been working hard for many days and had traveled a long way, and it was time for him to rest. I forced a smile and told him to go to sleep first and we would talk about it when we got back on the road.
Yan Mo looked at me and said softly:
"Advisor, hiding things from others and thinking you can solve them by yourself is something I have done before. You know the consequences."
I smiled bitterly, rubbed my numb cheek, and reassured him.
After seeing Yan Mo off, I took some time to sort out my emotions. I looked around and found Zhang Tianyi who seemed to be distracted and thinking about something in the corner.
After I told him roughly my guesses and doubts, Zhang Tianyi was silent for a moment, frowned and said, "I don't have that impression either."
I was stunned for a moment, and immediately a layer of white sweat broke out on my back.
In this creepy atmosphere, the door opened slightly and Fang Ao pushed the door open. He was immediately frightened by our solemn and strange expressions.
After opening his mouth for a long time, seeing that none of us spoke first, Fang Ao couldn't stand it anymore and asked with a stutter:
"The map is ready. You listen?"
I was still rubbing the goose bumps on my arms that wouldn't go away, and I felt a chill in my heart. I knew that if I didn't solve this terrible problem first, I would not be able to sleep at night.
Seeing Fang Ao asking while retreating towards the door in a disloyal manner, he laughed dryly and said, "Let's talk first." He suddenly remembered that Dongzai was still hungry, and it was his turn to offer canned food to Dong Ye.
I smiled maliciously at him and asked him to come over, saying that I had a story about a "friend" to share.
Fang Ao turned around and ran away.
After running two steps, I was blocked by Zhang Tianyi. My brother, who was a complete idiot, also laughed and said wickedly, "Let's listen. It's more fun with more people."
We pressed Fang Ao onto the bench in the corner. He was almost in tears and looked at me with a very resentful look.
It took me less than five minutes to finish telling this story, or "accident" that made us all a little scared. Fang Ao's face turned pale as if he had a stroke. He pointed at me with trembling hands and kept saying "you you you" for a long time until his legs became weak.
I patted his shoulder, thinking that at least I wasn't the only one who couldn't sleep today, and shamelessly asked him what he thought.
Fang Ao stood up expressionlessly, and seemed to be trying hard to calm himself, but he was a little unsteady on his feet.
I was very curious and asked him what he was doing. He said that good stories should be shared with everyone, so he was now brainstorming.
About ten minutes later, my room was crowded with people, and they all looked at me with resentment.
Seeing that the largest-scale collective insomnia tragedy in history was about to take place, I finally touched my conscience, coughed, and changed the subject, asking everyone to help think about what other possibilities there were.
Everyone in the room looked at each other with astonishment. One of the guys hesitated and said:
"A TV? The kind that Sadako can crawl in and out of?"
Another clerk was speechless: "It's worse than a mirror. Every household has one. If you don't notice anything extra in it, you won't care much."
"Then why don't you say it's the bed? Who doesn't have a bed at home? If you crawl under the bed, you might as well crawl under the bed instead of the TV!"
"No, no, what is coming and going in the house that doesn't alert people? Of course it's a 'person'! I see a 'person'-like thing moving around, following that family!"
The more they talk, the more creepy they become, and the more they disappear.
After arguing for a long time, an old man couldn't stand it anymore and asked me tremblingly with sweat:
"Advisor, how about I talk to you about the map later on the way?"
Only then did I notice that there was an old man with white hair among Zhang's employees. I started to wonder if the Zhang family was so strict about retirement.
The old man was also interesting. He was so frightened that he didn't forget to explain himself. He said unconvincedly:
"There is a first step in the art. What does age have to do with it? Can't you make contributions when you are old?"
Team leader Zhang Jia was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, and explained to me that this was an old scholar who was famous for his love of studying strange ancient buildings, and he could be considered an outside helper.
The Zhang family was a place where survivors gathered. They were best at picking up abandoned children and taking in fellow travelers who had gradually fallen on hard times. But not everyone was willing to stay and embrace a new name and life. Especially those with families, most of them were sent away by the Zhang family to find a quiet place to settle down. Usually, the Zhang family would not bother them. At most, when they needed some tricks, they would ask if there were other ways to use them and whether they were willing to help.
It is said that this old man is the type who insists on leaving, and he has the most stubborn temper. No matter how many times he is invited, it is useless. But the old man is really good at eating, so he is still reliable at critical moments.
But I didn't expect that this time, after I had finally caught the person to do the work, and when the work was almost done, he was so scared in front of me that he was stunned and didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
I found it funny. A group of tall and strong men in the room were shivering, and it was even more pitiful to see me smiling.
I just pretended not to see it, and shamelessly said that I would escort the old man back to his room to show my respect for the high-end intellectuals. I asked them to stay and think about it carefully. For my sake, and our sleep quality, they must come up with an explanation as soon as possible.
The old man was a man who would not respond to tough words, and his face immediately lit up as soon as I told him what I said, his legs stopped shaking, and he enthusiastically grabbed my hands and wanted to tell me how much he had restored and how many clues he had found based on the two maps left by Huang Yazi.
As soon as the topic was raised, the old man suddenly froze for some time, and his face turned pale.
I was startled and felt the hands holding me very tightly, and I was covered in cold sweat.
"consultant."
The old man swallowed his saliva and said, "What you just said, the story about your friend... is about what kind of thing can be found in every home and make people feel at ease and not suspicious, right?"
Unexpectedly, the situation took a turn for the better and I ended up here with the old man.
I perked up, "What do you say?"
He trembled even more, raised his hand for a long time, and pointed into the house.
Looking in the direction he pointed, I saw a lot of things. Tables, chairs, beds, daily necessities, floors, ceiling lights, curtains... all kinds of things. Which one was he talking about?
“Advisor, everyone’s family situation is different,” the old man said, trembling all over. “You’ll find that many people may still live in a rough house for most of their lives.”
"In a house, whether you buy it or rent it, no matter if the condition is good or bad, there is only one thing that you will always have, and seeing it makes you feel at ease."
He let go of my hand, raised his arm tremblingly, and tapped with his fingers.
“Boom!”
It's a wall.
What even Zhang Tianyi and I had never been prepared for was the wall in the room.
I stood there in a daze, many thoughts flashed through my mind, and suddenly all came together.
Yes, if there is only a wall, the sentry box will not react.
The rules of the sentry box only protect people who are surrounded by four walls, and the only thing the rules don't include is the distance between the four walls. Otherwise, I would have been in trouble when Brother Li and I were trapped in that small sentry box.
According to the rules, unless the surroundings are completely closed and the people inside are squeezed into meat paste, the rules of the guard post will probably not be triggered before the protected people have a place to stay.
Pingping, on the other hand, is in poor health and has been bedridden at home all year round.
When she was still able to run and jump and was not so weak, she was too young and always fell asleep in my and my brother's arms.
I thought it was a natural closeness and attachment of children, and I never thought there might be a "wall" in the house. She slept with us, was it a kind of unconscious self-protection and avoidance, wanting to avoid touching the wall while sleeping unconsciously.
What was originally certain now has a very terrifying possibility.
If this is the case, is Pingping more profound than what Sanyi, Zhang Tianyi and I can see, so that we can vaguely feel that something exists in the house, but cannot find it or think of what it is.
But she must have accidentally received a kind gift from other children shared through the "wall" at some point.
When she confirmed that the thing really existed and was not just an imaginary thing, perhaps she also tried to pass something through the thing to exchange something, attempting to collect information from other children and get answers.
A completely new story gradually emerged in my mind, which was something that Sanyi, Zhang Tianyi and I had never noticed or known in the past.
It is through this "wall" that Pingping establishes connection with Huang Yazi, Shennv and others.
Pingping's advanced knowledge about strange stories and her vague loneliness and silence now have a complete answer.
For a child who is trapped at home because of illness and must be protected by her home to survive, security comes from the unchanging four walls. Even if she cannot find an explanation for the moment, her dependence on and natural trust in the room will accumulate over the years.
This trust prevented her from placing doubts on the "walls", because the room to her was made up of these four walls that prevented her from leaving.
Even I, having been protected by the post so many times, have never been wary of the things that the post can cover.
But as those sharings that came from nowhere became less and less, the originally enthusiastic and innocent responses and companionship from the other end of the void gradually turned into dead silence. Pingping should have also realized the disappearance of those friends and felt the dangerous loss of control approaching.
That day she survived the pain and opened her eyes to leave, not because she wanted to die.
I was wrong, and Zhang Tianyi was also wrong. We all thought that she must have been exposed to some horrible shadow from the ghost story, which destroyed her sanity, so she chose to escape and end it.
But now, I have to have another guess.
Did Xu Ping, who was weaker than ever that day, also fall deeper into the deep sea of ghost stories than ever before, so that the moment he opened his eyes, he saw the existence of the "wall" clearly for the first time?
So she insisted that we take her to the hospital, knowing that everyone in the family would leave this dangerous place without hesitation.
During her hospital stay, we rented a small room near the hospital and took turns to accompany her in the ward, or just slept on the floor. The biggest change for us because of this incident was that we didn't go home for a long time.
Xu Ping's decisive choice was right.
I realized something extremely scary: the rules at the guard post only protect Pingping and me, but my parents and brother also live in this house.
If that "wall" that even we haven't noticed is getting closer, I'm not sure what will happen to Sanyi and Zhang Tianyi, but my parents may disappear in silence like those children.
Unlike the security guard Brother Li and the families of those who lost their children, although my parents are ordinary people, they seem to have a certain keen intuition about abnormal things. Otherwise, they would not have believed San Yi's judgment so quickly, and they would not have immediately made vigilant actions that seemed a bit extreme to ordinary people after that madman jumped off the building to commit suicide.
For ordinary people, having the talent to see and be sensitive to strange stories means that they are not immune to strange stories.
Even if the rules of the post may have some protection for the parents, that kind of "immortality" is useless. Even Zhang Tianyi needs to completely retreat into the wall to breathe before he can recover. How terrifying it would be for ordinary people to be trapped in the living "wall" but never die, hanging on to their last chance of life.
Even if Pingping and I survived, all the adults in the family had lost their lives. How could we survive at that age?
It sounds ridiculous, but the protection of ghost story rules probably does not take into account secular economy and survival.
By then, I don’t believe in the morality of those relatives. There is a high probability that Pingping and I will be forced to leave this home, wandering around in lodgings, and become a hot ball.
But leaving home and losing the protection of the post, things returned to the harsh origin. For Pingping, two terrible choices led to the same ending.
This is a dead end. Even if it were me, at that age all I could do was give it a try, choose to leave home first and keep everyone safe.
I think Xu Ping should have been relieved when he found out after we left that the "wall" had not reached our new rental house.
I was too arrogant. Pingping was not the poor child I thought she was. She didn't need to wait for me to regret not protecting her.
She is a silent and brave little protector.
Thinking about Huang Yazi's message, it seems that Pingping passed on so many secrets to me because of her love for me. Maybe when I didn't know, Pingping had also been thinking quietly and helped Huang Yazi and even more children with similar experiences through the "wall".
Yes, if I can be a “consultant”, why can’t Pingping?
But how much has Pingping done? Has the “wall” reached the hospital and Pingping’s ward?
I didn't have an answer at the moment.
Her condition deteriorated so quickly after she lost the protection of her job that perhaps even she herself did not have time to verify this.
What’s more troublesome is that the “wall” doesn’t seem to be the same as the “wall” that Zhang Tianyi uses to catch his breath every time he retreats, otherwise he should have reacted.
The latter is a metaphor I created using the concept of a sentry box to describe Zhang Tianyi's escape from the edge of the world and his wandering on the borderline, while the former is real.
In fact, in this sense, the sentry box gave me shelter but also unexpected interference.
In the few years after Pingping passed away, my brother and I left home one after another. My parents also found another place to live because of their heartaches. They left the house empty and only went back every week to clean our small bedroom.
Therefore, I am not sure on what basis the "wall" chooses its targets, whether it has dissipated now, or is staying at home waiting to get out of control again, or whether it has caught up with me before.
The protection of the sentry box made the "wall" something harmless to me to some extent.
The people around me who might be affected are the Zhang family members who are severely marked by the pollution of Yishu. In the past, they have been running to Xueshan Town every now and then, gathering under Yishu's nose, taking the underground palace amniotic fluid as life-saving holy water; or they are in a hurry to reincarnate and fall into some strange story, or they simply make a nest in Zhang's hospital. If the "wall" wants to take action against them, I'm afraid they won't even be able to get a number in the queue.
In fact, I still don't understand why the scene in the Yishu Underground Palace was so similar to Zhang's Hospital. I guess there are stories behind Zhang's Hospital that I don't know. A place specially built by the Zhang family to treat those who are seriously polluted and deformed may have natural resistance to certain pollution.
From this point of view, it is difficult to judge whether the "wall" has ever been to them.
What we have to consider now is what happened to those children after they were trapped in the "wall".
Was it eaten? Or was it trapped inside the wall? Or was it taken out of the wall and moved away?
Those wanderers, and their possible followers (for example, Wang Yongfu gave me a very strange feeling, as if he only had a vague understanding of many inside stories, was not completely an insider, and did not seem to be able to survive), did they know about the existence of this strange wall, and did they play a role in fueling the incident?
I was thinking so hard that I had a headache, when Zhang Jia's tone became strange and he asked me anxiously:
"Master, you said the wall... But didn't Zhang Tianyi just say that he was in the wall? This, this is not the same thing?"
I came to my senses and explained to him briefly that Zhang Tianyi's so-called man in the wall was just a metaphor for our convenience, and it was not the same as this thing, and this blame had nothing to do with that bastard Zhang Tianyi.
Before I finished speaking, I was stunned for a moment. I realized that there seemed to be some misunderstanding that had not been resolved.
I heard a familiar voice. It should be one of the guys who survived with Zhang Jia in the caravan at that time. He asked me a question uncomfortably, "Master, then... before in the caravan, you asked us to smash the wall of your grocery store. What was in the wall that day?"
"Isn't it Zhang Tianyi?"
"Oh, that's him." I said honestly, still wondering in my heart what the thought that just flashed through my mind was, when I saw Zhang Tianyi suddenly looking at me with a strange look.
I asked him why. He had warned me that day, and I was almost scared to death. Later, I asked him by the lake if he was the man in the wall, and he admitted it. He wouldn't deny it until now, right?
Zhang Tianyi seemed to want to laugh but felt awkward. "You asked me if I was a person in the wall."
I said, yes, what else is there to doubt, I'm in a hurry to think about something, don't make things more complicated. You can't have too few or too many pots.
Zhang Tianyi took a deep breath and said, "You just said that I, the man in the wall, is a metaphor that is easy for us to understand."
I froze for a moment, suddenly understanding what he meant. My scalp tingled and I uttered a swear word.
Damn, this is a joke.
Therefore, as a guard, Zhang Tianyi has indeed been protecting me in a state of "non-existence" and has also reminded me in this state.
But, but, it seems that this is the logic. He has no need and no reason to bite the bullet and drill into a real wall! The security guard Li Ge didn't drill into the glass or iron door! Didn't Xu You just sleep on the floor at most?
I was so shocked that I walked around the room several times, asking blankly:
"Then you weren't behind me at that time? Dongzai kept scratching the wall, but he wasn't scratching you?"
What a coincidence! I clearly heard the voice behind me at that time, and the whole grocery store was right in front of me and I could see it all at a glance. There was no one standing there.
No, Zhang Tianyi was like Dongzai at that time. Xu You couldn't see Dongzai without my reminder. I should have understood Zhang Tianyi at that time as invisible.
So two things happened at the same time:
First, Zhang Tianyi did appear beside me, and reminded me vocally in a similar "non-existent" state as the little fat cat.
But for me, I could see in an instant that there was no one in the room. My mind was stretched to the point of almost going crazy, and I could only accept that there was someone behind me.
When I talked about similar topics with Zhang Tianyi many times, even if I said "you are in the wall, you are doing this and that behind me", because we often use metaphors and allusions, it is indeed the case for Zhang Tianyi and he fully accepts it.
Second, there was indeed a person standing upright in the wall at that time.
The packaging bags in the wall, the footprints on the packaging bags, the dead mice in the wall, those are all traces left by that person. Dongzai scratched the wall anxiously to remind me, because the little fat cat couldn't speak, I always assumed that he was reminding Zhang Tianyi's arrival.
I had a terrible intuition, warning myself not to open the wall and not to let people around me see inside the wall. It was not until I vaguely felt that the person had left that I felt relieved a little. Because I was too scared, I chose to break the wall to vent my anger.
That creepy feeling wasn't fake.
After all, now I know that Zhang Tianyi's anonymity is to avoid exposing his coexistence with Sanyi. It is not like morning dew that will evaporate once it is discovered. If he hides, what will happen even if he is discovered? It is not the first time he has given up.
In other words, there really is a wall that can replace any wall around us at a certain moment and appear in our room. There is some kind of humanoid or humanoid thing moving inside it.
They need to eat.
It had been here before, behind me, and none of us knew it.
I suddenly realized that I seemed to be touching upon a very huge mystery.
Huang Yazi guided me to think about the relationship between her and Pingping. Was it just to imply the existence of the wall?
She chose Taizai as a trap and led me into it step by step. Was it really a random choice?
When Taizi went to Shilin, he said he was looking for a room or a wall.
When I was young and deformed, and was picked as some kind of ripe fruit, I also had an illusion that I was built into a narrow wall. Someone outside was greedily chiseling and peeling off the murals, accidentally releasing my face and eyes, and I fell into fear and madness.
After that hallucination, I fell into the phantom changes of the cave, and since then I have always believed that it was a kind of empathy brought about by the perspective of the insect eggs.
Is it possible that the wall that Taiwanese people have been talking about is this thing?
He said that there must be someone watching the wall at all times, and that the rats inside the wall must not be allowed to come out or see the outside world. Could it be that he meant it literally? Was the construction of the Rat Temple really just to trap the wall?
Because of our special experiences, Zhang Tianyi and I are used to using metaphysical metaphors to convey information. We have always regarded "wall" as some kind of rule concept. As a result, we have been talking at cross purposes all along?
Perhaps it was precisely because our misunderstanding was getting deeper and deeper that Huang Yazi, who had been reminding us bluntly that "there was something inside the wall", had to show up in person to remind us again after the intercom, the rattan box and the table, so as to prevent us from going in the opposite direction.
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