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Just then, a strong gust of wind blew, sweeping away the surface snow. My mouth hung wide open. It turned out Wang Yi had already been dead for a long time, lying here. His eyes were wide open, staring unblinkingly in death. The corpse was frozen solid like an icicle. He must have been dead for at least three hours. I noticed Chen Ming and Sanda were also looking at me with blank expressions. It was then I realized The Wang Yi who had been with us all along, behind us, was gone. But I was sure We had been a group of four since we started climbing the mountain. It's impossible for three people to have a collective hallucination. Seeing a fourth person who didn't exist. So if the one who died here was the real Wang Yi, Then who was the Wang Yi who followed us from the fork in the path all the way up to this snow slope? Seeing one companion die a violent death, And another torn to pieces, Like the last straw, It completely shattered the remaining sanity of the three of us. The three grown men knelt on the snow slope and sobbed, Making whimpering sounds like puppies. After an unknown amount of time, Like a funeral procession, We lowered our heads with mournful expressions and continued down the mountain. Qingzi's scalp and Wang Yi's corpse, We left them all on that snow slope. Our simple gear was gradually discarded along the way. All three of us had lost the will to survive. We just wanted to lighten our load And get out of this place as quickly as possible. However, As if seeing through our thoughts, Thick fog rose again on the mountain in the afternoon. We couldn't discern the path ahead at all. Affected by the weather, We missed the C1 campsite. All along the way, we saw unfamiliar scenery. We had no idea where we were.

They say that when people encounter avalanches or fall down mountains during climbs, their bodies are often found in pieces. Especially since the human neck is very fragile, it's not uncommon to find them decapitated. But to be dropped all alone on a rocky ledge on a snowy slope, is truly heartbreaking. "I'll take her back. Even if it's just her head, I'll take her back to Japan." Mita said, and then unclipped his own safety rope, walking towards that unsafe, steep snowy slope. However, Chen Ming grabbed Mita by the collar and threw him onto the snow. "We'll go together." Chen Ming secured Mita's safety rope. The four of them walked to the edge of the snowy slope, drove their ice axes deep into the snow, took safety precautions, and then slowly moved sideways across the slope. "Kiyoko, we're going home. Let's go back to Japan together." Mita, with trembling hands, gently embraced Kiyoko's head from behind and slowly lifted it. But then... "Ahhhhhhh~~~~~" Mita screamed on the spot. Because it wasn't a head at all, but the entire scalp with hair attached, which had been ripped off and was hanging on a protruding part of the rock ledge. Chen Ming and I were stunned on the spot. This way of dying is too cruel. Even if it was an untimely death, this is too bizarre, too unnatural, and not how a person should die. There was no dignity whatsoever. "No, no. It shouldn't be like this." I muttered to myself and stepped back. Suddenly, my foot caught on something, and I fell heavily onto the ground.

Honestly, I was terrified too. So scared I didn't dare to look back, Afraid that our party of four Would end up with an unwanted fifth person. Fortunately, there was nothing behind us... Chen Ming pointed to our tracks up the mountain and told me to look. Our original footprints suddenly forked somewhere. This meant someone had followed our route up the mountain And then branched off in another direction here. Although we were all eager to get down, We also felt obligated to rendezvous with the other rescue teams. On one hand, we needed to warn them about the situation, And on the other hand, there's safety in numbers. However, the tracks led to a cliff edge And then disappeared... We were all startled. What if the whole team had fallen? But there was nothing below the cliff. No bodies, No belongings, No signs of a fall. The snow was still thick and white. A chill ran down my spine. It's impossible that the owner of these tracks Walked backward along them to return, right? Or perhaps this cliff was the starting point of the tracks? This is a joke, isn't it? Just then, Mita let out a heart-wrenching cry. Because On a snowy slope not far from the cliff, There was a small rocky ledge. And on that ledge, a black mass was fluttering... It was a woman's long hair... The only woman in the stranded party was Kitai Kiyoko. On that small rocky ledge... Was undoubtedly Kiyoko's head......

Later, in the same spot, we found a notebook belonging to someone named Sato. It contained diary entries up until a few days before the accident. However, the last few pages were written in very messy handwriting, saying: I was wrong. We were wrong. It's too late to go down. They're coming. Help me. Darkness is falling. Can't escape. Help me. I don't want to die. Help..... And then nothing....... This diary should have been at the C3 campsite. Why was it found in a tent at C2? Also, in Sato's diary, the last few pages with those creepy messages seemed to be written in extreme fear, the handwriting distorted and difficult to read. Some parts were illegible, and a few other pages looked like they had been torn out. Mita quietly put the notebook into his backpack. No one commented on its contents. At this altitude, the oxygen is very thin, and it wouldn't be surprising for even an experienced mountaineer to lose their mind. If we hadn't encountered so many unexplainable strange occurrences along the way, I think we could have explained how the climbing team met their fate in a scientific and rational manner. But now, the four of us don't want to discuss related issues anymore. We just want to get off this mountain as quickly as possible. No one could stomach lunch. While it's true that appetite is naturally low at this altitude, being at the site of the C2 ruins made it even harder to eat anything. So, we began to retrace our steps, following the footprints we left on our way up. About halfway back, Chen Ming suddenly stopped, his face looking very grim.

Dying in an avalanche Is the worst nightmare that every mountaineer challenging the world's peaks Doesn't want to encounter, yet it lingers. It will follow the mountaineer's mind like a shadow, Preparing to mock their insignificance the moment their spirit breaks. The four of us searched around the area that was originally the C2 camp, Hoping to find some items that belonged to the large tent. But at the same time, we prayed Not to pull on the corner of a dead person's clothing, Fearing we wouldn't be able to handle the shock. In this tense atmosphere, the four of us Searched for suspicious traces without a word. Just then, Wang Yi raised his hand, Indicating he had found something. The other three came closer and saw A corner of blue waterproof fabric buried in the snow, Immediately reminiscent of a mountaineering down jacket. "There was no one at C2... Right?" I said in an almost self-talk voice. The other three offered no comment. Even during the briefing, It was determined that the 17 missing people had all spent the night at C3. But there were too many strange things on this mountain. Even though the four of us had participated in mountain rescue more than once, And had experience carrying the bodies of the deceased down the mountain, After so many unusual incidents had occurred, We suddenly all became unusually timid. The four of us looked at each other, And finally, all turned our gaze to Chen Ming. He was the leader, after all. Chen Ming could only take a deep breath, With his numb scalp, he pulled hard on the corner of the blue fabric. It turned out to be a false alarm. It was part of a tattered large tent. All four of us breathed a sigh of relief on the spot.

Or perhaps I should say The original location of C2. Because when we arrived at the C2 position, There was nothing here but a vast expanse of white... Looking up at the slope where C3 should have been, It was also a sea of white. Not a single trace of human presence. Seeing this, We could already guess the fate that befell the first team. The Sino-Japanese joint expedition team, originally scheduled to stay overnight at C3, Likely encountered a massive avalanche in the dead of night. In a single night, 17 people, without even a chance to resist in their sleep, Met such a sudden disaster and were wiped out. All buried beneath this heavy snow, Who knows if they will ever see the light of day again. Seeing this scene, the four of us were all bewildered. This joint expedition team had nearly ten experts who had climbed peaks over 8000 meters. Why did they choose to build C3 and C2 on such a dangerously high-risk slope for avalanches? Because no matter how skilled the mountaineer, If attacked by a sudden avalanche in their sleep, There is absolutely no chance of survival. Before they could even display any survival skills, They were engulfed by the rolling white snow, And in a state of immobility, Slowly awaited death to creep closer. Allowing the despair welling up in their hearts to slowly consume them, Listening to their heartbeats gradually slow down, Their blood slowly turning cold, And then suffocating to death in the snow.

"After all, if we just turn back without any results, we won't be able to give a proper explanation to the base camp, and the families of the victims won't forgive us." As a search and rescue team, it's already a regret if we can't bring back the living down the mountain. If we don't make the utmost effort to reach the highest possible altitude, or fail to recover the bodies or belongings of the deceased, it would be a dereliction of our duty. If we descend now, we might face public condemnation. So, we left our large tents and cooking equipment at C1, took only basic gear and dry rations, and after contacting base camp at 10 AM, we began ascending towards C2. Although no strange incidents occurred along the way, the four of us didn't exchange a single word. Except when absolutely necessary, we tried not to make any noise, as if we were afraid that making a sound would alert whatever exists on this mountain to our presence, and invite something that doesn't belong in this world. But I know, this is just our way of deceiving ourselves. Whatever is on this mountain, it knows we are here. Even if we make no sound, and hide behind rocks, it would be of no use. Yet, even though we all knew this, we could only lower our heads and keep moving, praying that no more strange things would happen. Otherwise, our already strained nerves might snap at any moment. Fortunately, nothing unusual happened on the way up, and we successfully reached C2.

As we approached and opened the tent flap, Chen and Wang let out startled cries, As if they had seen a ghost. Only when they realized it was us did they let out a heavy sigh of relief. Breakfast time. The four of us sat facing each other, Silently drinking coffee. No one spoke of what happened last night. Everyone was thinking the same thing. Whether to descend and leave this problematic magic mountain. Chen Ming, the team leader, spoke first. "I know everyone wants to go down, But we are only half a day away from C2. If we leave now, We can be back this afternoon. I suggest we go with light packs. Once we reach the altitude of C2, We can observe the C3 campsite. And decide whether to continue upwards based on the observations. After all, we've passed the most suitable time to descend the glacier, And the weather forecast indicates clear skies for the next two or three days. There's no need to risk rushing down the glacier. Rather than staying put here, It's better to go up to C2 and get a better understanding. What do you all think?" Chen Ming's proposal was actually very reasonable. It wasn't very safe to descend the glacier at this time. On the contrary, the C1 spot, Although some unexplainable phenomena occurred, According to mountaineering principles, It was a relatively safe location. As for ascending to the C2 position, Everyone harbored the same doubt. Fearing that the deeper we ventured into the mountain, The more unexplainable phenomena we would encounter. It could no longer be simply explained as altitude hallucination. However, San Tian and I had no choice but to agree with Chen's plan.

But then, a sharp roar echoed from outside the tent. The strong wind, blowing from all directions, surrounded Camp C1. It felt as if countless wails, cries, anger, despair, and resentment were mixed within the sound of the wind. They roared and complained at us again and again. The fierce wind squeezed our tent. It contorted into all sorts of bizarre and strange shapes. It was like countless hands, claws extended, trying to drag us into another dimension, not of this world. Or like a human face pressed against the tent. Showing all sorts of extremely twisted and pained expressions. In all my years of mountaineering, I've never been this scared. Though I have no religious beliefs, I kept praying in my heart. God, please, don't let them take me. And Mita, who was holding me tightly, kept murmuring the Rosary while crying, pleading, "I'm not ready yet. Please don't take me at a time like this." Both Mita and I stayed huddled together, embracing each other. We tried hard to maintain our sanity and not break down. Until it was almost dawn. This wind finally stopped. The figures outside had long since vanished. But Mita and I didn't have the courage to open the tent door. It wasn't until around 7 AM, when the sun illuminated the entire campsite, that Mita and I, with trembling hands, pulled open the tent zipper. My heart was praying, "Please, don't let us see anything not of this world outside." Fortunately, There was nothing outside the tent..... And about five meters away, Chen's and Wang's tent was also in its original position.

『Could you get off me now?』 After an unknown amount of time, I realized I was still sitting on Sanda's body. So I just gave an awkward laugh and prepared to go back to sleep. But the moment I got off Sanda, Sanda and I were both frozen by the sight before us. At some point, the wind had stopped, and the bright moonlight hung high in the night sky outside the tent. And right outside the tent door, there stood a figure...... Illuminated by the moonlight, the silhouette of a person was cast very clearly onto our tent. I wanted to ask if it was Chen or Wang, but Chen is over 180cm tall, and Wang is fat. The shadow outside the tent, no matter how I looked at it, was that of a petite figure, only about 160cm tall. It was silent outside, and inside the tent, it was just Sanda and me, our hearts pounding rapidly, making a thumping sound. Is it alive? At a time like this, in a place like this, would the figure that appeared be alive? Or not alive? What exactly was standing outside the tent? I'd been seeing strange illusions all along the way, but this time, both of us saw it together. Sanda and I remained frozen in that pose for I don't know how long. Perhaps it was actually a very short time. But to both of us, it felt like a lifetime of long, agonizing moments. Neither of us had the courage to open the tent and see what was standing outside. We could only pray desperately that it wouldn't open the tent from the outside and come in.