They said I was crazy for writing about that tomb robbing experience. After all, the expedition team of seven people only came back with me and a pot of weird glowing plants. When the police found the body of teammate Xiao Zhang at the entrance to the tomb, his internal organs had been eviscerated and his body was filled with luminous fungi that had never been seen before, but he had a blissful smile on his face. And when I was trembling and recording my last words, the familiar voice of my teammate who had been dead for three days came from the darkness: "Don't be afraid, come here quickly, we have discovered the secret of eternal life..."
They said I was a lunatic for putting into words the things deep in Heizhugou. The police, the psychiatrist, and even the editor of the newspaper who accepted my thick envelope—holding the edges of the manuscript as if holding something dirty, the pity in their eyes mixed with undisguised fear. They don't believe it, or rather, they don't want to believe it. The appraisal report was written in black and white: acute stress disorder, hallucinations, memory confusion. Such three easy words, like three nails, firmly nailed everything I saw and experienced to the cross of "fiction"!
Thrilling and horror has an immersive feeling.