I returned to the village and saw the police officers who came to handle the case.

The surveillance footage showed—

In the middle of the night, the village guard slowly walked to the tree with a crooked neck, holding a stone the size of a watermelon in his hands.

Suddenly.

The village guard collapsed on his own, as if controlled by something filthy.

His body convulsed and twisted, crashing heavily to the ground. He raised his hands high and repeatedly pounded his own head with the stone.

Until his brain burst.

Did he actually kill himself?!

The police officers found the murder weapon nearby: a stone.

The blood-stained note he was holding had long disappeared without a trace.

Through comparing the wounds and on-site examination,

It was determined that the village guard died by suicide.

The village chief accepted this fact.

But I was unwilling to believe it.

I quietly approached the police car and told them about the strange incidents at the movie theater.

The police officers looked at me in astonishment, their eyes filled with sympathy and pity.

One of them patted my shoulder and said, "Young man, we can catch criminals and punish offenders. But we're not celestial masters, and we can't really deal with matters involving demons and monsters."

I watched the police car leave the village.

I knew they regarded my words as ravings of a madman.

I returned home in a daze.

My mother sat on the kang wiping her tears.

As soon as she saw me, she hurriedly started cooking hot dishes and comforted me cautiously:

"Gangzi, your father passed away three years ago, and you've never been able to accept it. Your mother has seen it and felt the pain all these years. If you're really feeling unwell, let's take some medicine."

"This time we go to the city, Mom will accompany you to see a psychiatrist. The sooner we discover, the sooner we can treat it. No matter what, Mom will accompany you in your treatment. We won't lose face, don't be afraid."

I sat on a stool and giggled foolishly.

Even my own mother mistook me for mentally ill.

Who else in this world would believe me?

Where is my father after all?

Why are the missing people forgotten?

Who killed the village guard?

Why am I the only one without altered memories?

Could it be because I broke into the movie theater last night and slept at the entrance all night?

I'm going to the mountain village cinema to find the truth.