Sleepless Mountain (14)

What's more, the ridgeline where those five people were doesn't belong to any of the three glacier routes. Normally, they wouldn't go to that place. Even with suitable equipment, it wouldn't be easy to climb to that treacherous mountain ridge. Just as I was pondering all sorts of issues, the first of those five figures suddenly fell. I couldn't help but cry out on the spot. Then the second. The third. The fourth. The fifth. One by one, in sequence, they fell to the other side of the mountain. In my many years of mountaineering experience, I've seen fellow climbers slip and fall off cliffs more than once, and I've seen many cases of people being blown into valleys by gusts of wind. But the way these five people fell was too unnatural. It was like how I saw on TV a few years ago, in a certain Central Asian country, after the people's revolution overthrew the dictator, when they pulled down the dictator's bronze statue, their bodies maintained a straight posture and fell forward in a direct, toppling manner. Sanda heard my cry and hurriedly caught up from behind, asking what had happened. I was stunned for a moment, unsure whether to tell him what I had just seen. Looking up again at the position of the peak, it was once again surrounded by clouds, just a vast expanse of white. Let alone any figures, I couldn't even see the mountain's ridgeline. I waved my hand at Sanda, signaling it was nothing. However, Sanda clearly didn't believe me, and he had a look of suspicion on his face. Finally, Sanda came up to my ear and said in an extremely quiet voice.