My younger cousin, Wu Yan, has been interested in history and culture since he was young, so he worked hard to get into the Archaeology Department of Sichuan University.

After graduation, he successfully joined the Sichuan Provincial Cultural Relics and Archaeology Research Institute to engage in archaeological research.

This was originally a relaxed and enviable job, and he was also enthusiastic about various investigations.

But a month ago, Wu Yan was suddenly put on leave without pay by the institute, and they asked him to take a break.

After returning home, he locked himself in his room for three days without eating or drinking.

My aunt felt sorry for her son and forcibly broke open the door, only to find Wu Yan curled up in the wardrobe, with disheveled hair, bloodshot eyes, and almost madness, writing something.

Because I work in the Forensic Identification Center occasionally involving handwriting analysis, my aunt once showed me those notebooks that were torn apart by the pen tip and stained with blood, hoping to get some clues from me.

But those scribbles composed of messy lines that could not even be called handwriting were difficult to recognize, and I could only express regret.

Later, my aunt had no choice but to send Wu Yan to a mental hospital. Strangely enough, he was discharged after only three weeks.

All the relatives were very happy. After all, Wu Yan has always had good behavior since he was a child and is a typical "other people's child" in our generation.

To celebrate Wu Yan's recovery, my aunt invited relatives and friends for a meal.

After dinner, Wu Yan said he wanted to talk to me about something and took me to his room.

The room had been tidied up by my aunt, and it was no longer as messy as before.

Wu Yan took out a hardcover illustrated version of "Shan Hai Jing" from the bookshelf and casually flipped through it, then suddenly said, "Don't you find it strange? Nuwa with a human head and a snake body, Huangdi with four faces, Nezha with three heads and six arms, and those fierce and evil gods. They obviously look like monsters, so why are they revered as deities and worshipped by people?"

Mythology is just a story that ancient people used to express their understanding and imagination of nature and cultural phenomena. Wu Yan, as an archaeology major, understands this better than I do.

I explained my point of view, but he shook his head and said, "No, it's not imagination, they really exist."

He said it confidently, staring at me with bloodshot eyes, which made me feel a little scared. I couldn't help but doubt whether it was the right decision to take him out of the hospital.

To avoid getting him too excited, I decided to go along with him and said, "Hmm... What evidence can prove that?"

"I saw it." He lowered his voice, looking a bit crazy, "A corpse with three eyes on its face, it's in Dujiangyan!"

This statement piqued my interest.

As far as I know, Wu Yan did indeed go to Dujiangyan for an archaeological activity four months ago, but I don't know the specific details.

Could it be that the investigation at that time caused his mental problems?

"Xiaoyan, can you tell me what happened over there in Dujiangyan?"

After I finished speaking, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the window, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying, and started screaming with his hands covering his ears.

"He's here! He has descended!" Wu Yan repeated this hysterically.

This commotion quickly attracted others, and just as the door opened, Wu Yan glanced at us and then forcefully pushed me aside and ran to the balcony and jumped down.

This is the 21st floor.

My aunt fainted on the spot.