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On the second day, just as the sky was getting light, I went downstairs with Old Wu and saw several people already standing at the door, chatting and smoking with two uniformed police officers. He held a cigarette between his fingers, occasionally taking a drag, exuding an air of depression and desolation.
He soon noticed my gaze, said something to the police officer, and walked towards me with big strides. He glanced at the heavy oversized backpack on my shoulders, thinking he was going to help me share the load, but instead said: "Get ready to set off."
A black line emerged from his forehead...
There were seven of us in total, with Old Wu and I walking in the middle. Lüxù and Minjing led the way at the front, while Liang Ge and San Fēngzi brought up the rear. As we approached the mountain pass, we saw a familiar figure standing far off in the distance. When we drew closer, we realized it was Dì Péng, who had a large backpack on his back and a black dog on a leash.
Didn't you say to find a local Yi hunter? But after chatting, I found out that the guide brother is not a Yi, but he is indeed a hunter. He is very familiar with the terrain in the mountain valley, and the black dog he leads is a hunting dog, which is said to be brave and invincible.
Based on several interactions with this big brother, I know he is the kind of person who speaks with a bit of exaggeration. However, since he can lead tourists into the mountains, he should be familiar with the internal situation of Heizigou. Having an acquaintance is better than not being able to communicate with the Yi people, and Big Brother was very enthusiastic, taking the initiative to help me share some water and heavy objects in my bag, suddenly feeling a lot lighter on my shoulders.
Big Brother Lao Tie, doing this line is to make a living, recently there have been continuous incidents, the mountain has been closed, and tourists can no longer go up, it's like his livelihood has also been cut off. So I heard that he wants to find a local Yi ethnic hunter to guide him, and immediately volunteered himself.
It should be a grand lineup, but I feel uneasy for no reason. Looking up at the sky, I attribute it to this overcast weather. This morning when I came out, I found that it was gloomy and seemed like it was going to rain.
Upon arriving at the ticketing location, we found that there were still police lines set up and the scenic area had been closed for several days, with no outside tourists allowed to enter. Fortunately, we had a local police officer leading the way, so we easily passed through the ticket gate. I had heard them mention the Shimen Pass, which should be located not far from here in the depths of the mountain, but after walking along the plank road for quite some time, we still hadn't arrived.
At this time, Old Iron led the hunting dog in front, and I had to lower my voice to ask Old Wu beside me. He said with a flickering expression that they originally wanted to go up the mountain, but the ticket office didn't allow it. Later, they spent money to find a local Yi people to lead the way, taking a small detour to get past, so this main road hadn't been taken before.
It turned out that there were many incidents in this ditch, so overnight stays are no longer allowed on the mountain. Seeing Lao Wu and his team equipped with so much gear, the ticket seller immediately understood that they were another group of adventurers. However, even so, they still leaned towards Hu Shan Xing and took a detour to get there.
It wasn't until 3 pm that we arrived at Shimen Pass, having set off from 7 am and taken almost eight hours. This is still the first day when everyone's pace was fast, I'm worried about what's to come.
In front of the Shimen Pass, there is a vertical scenic spot sign that reads: The area ahead is not open to visitors. For your safety, please do not proceed.
People's psychology is really strange, the more you are told not to go in, the more you want to go in, where it's dangerous, they'll dig in.
He suggested taking a temporary break, and his gaze swept towards me. I immediately understood and walked towards him, and he pulled out a hand-drawn map from his pocket. At a glance, I knew it was an overview of the Black Bamboo Gorge, as there was a large red heart marking the point outside the Stone Gate Pass where we were resting. However, the route inside the Stone Gate Pass had clear markings for the first half, but question marks were drawn for the latter half, indicating that no one had actually ventured deep into that area.
The horror of a place lies in its unknown nature, giving rise to all sorts of speculation. The Black Bamboo Gorge is called the Valley of Death, probably for this reason as well.
