It was four o'clock in the afternoon, and the winter sky was no longer so bright, but it wasn't nearly evening. The brilliance fell on the ground, and the lake wind was blowing slowly, making people feel like returning to the early morning.
The road on the island is indeed as the murloc captive said, the damage is not too serious, but some places have cracked due to the sun and rain, and some parts of the road have a lot of dirt and dust.
For Jiang Baimian, who was riding a bicycle, there was a slightly cold wind that was sobering. On the left was a large amount of farmland that spread to the foot of the mountain. On the right, through the two rows of withered trees, smoke waves could be seen. The vast lake.
The feeling of such a scene made her heart wide open and her spirits relaxed for a while.
If it wasn't for the grenade gun and assault rifle, she would have almost forgotten the purpose of this trip.
"It's a pity that it's winter now, and the farmland and woods are not much green, otherwise it would definitely feel better." Jiang Baimian sighed while pedaling.
Shang Jianyao tried his best to keep his bicycle from rushing too far, and thought about it:
"Autumn may be more beautiful."
"Why?" Jiang Baimian didn't expect Shang Jianyao to really choose a season.
Shang Jianyao answered frankly:
"There must be a lot of fruit on the tree."
"..." Jiang Baimian decided not to continue this topic, and instead said, "It seems that the fish people have all evacuated this island, and I don't know if it was the order of the divine envoy, or because something terrible happened after more than three days. …”
This is one of the notes given by "Pangaeon":
You cannot stay on the island for more than three days.
Shang Jianyao, wearing a monkey mask, thought for a moment and said:
"The question of the prisoner was not asked at the time."
"I didn't know it at the time." Jiang Baimian subconsciously reassured.
When Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong went to inquire about the murloc captives, she was still ill, had not reported the matter to the company, and had not received any notices for exploring the forbidden temple.
And the morning after "Pangu Creatures" called back, Redstone exchanged prisoners with murlocs and mountain monsters.
Trying to control himself, Shang Jianyao, who was riding a bicycle too fast, glanced sideways at Jiang Baimian:
"I think it should be the order of the envoy."
"Oh?" Although Jiang Baimian made the same judgment, he was still interested in Shang Jianyao's inference process.
She felt that it was necessary to learn an alternative way of thinking, instead of being complacent.
After all, many awakened people have certain mental problems, and it is difficult to speculate on their behavior patterns with normal logic.
Shang Jianyao said truthfully:
"He and Song Alerter have made friends. When talking about Lake Heart Island and the Forbidden Temple, he will not fail to say that if he stays on the island for too long, terrible things will happen, unless he doesn't know the specific situation."
"Yes." Jiang Baimian was a little disappointed, because this was normal reasoning.
Jingle Bell!
At this time, Shang Jianyao moved the bell on the faucet with great interest, as if he wanted to use it to play a piece of music.
Unfortunately, the bell can't do that.
"..." Jiang Baimian retracted his disappointment.
The two rode past the abandoned houses by the lake, and after about ten minutes, they finally saw a market town.
Its style is very similar to that of Weed City, with white walls and black tiles, eaves and bucket arches, full of the charm of the old world.
Of course, there are also differences between this and Weed City:
First, there is no city wall; second, the houses are generally not high, with two or three floors.
Inside the market town, there are bluestone slabs, and the withered yellow weeds are pulled up by the cold wind from time to time, and they are lifted into the sky.
For some reason, as soon as he entered this market town, Jiang Baimian felt that the light was dim.
This made her see a scene that was both ancient and quiet, and a little gloomy.
There is no doubt that there is no sign of human activity in the entire market town, and if it weren't for the winter now, it would be a paradise for green plants and wild animals.
- Even now, Jiang Baimian can still see dried animal dung in the corners and ditches.
"No smell." Shang Jianyao took a breath and made a judgment.
Jiang Baimian was too lazy to pay attention to him, turned his wrist and looked at his watch:
"It's 4:16 and we have to get out of this town by 4:42, with or without finding anything of value."
"You made a mistake." Shang Jianyao pointed out.
It's less than half an hour.
Jiang Baimian sneered while identifying the path and looking for the temple according to the confession of the murloc captives:
"It's called a margin.
"The ghost knows if there is any difference between this and the ones the company has found before. It can't be completely in accordance with the precautions given by the company, and the standard must be raised."
"You are very suitable to join the Vigilance Sect." Shang Jianyao boasted.
Jiang Baimian squinted and mumbled:
"I think you're insulting me.
"Can the vigilance of a sect and the vigilance of a normal person be the same thing?"
After confirming the general direction, she rode her bicycle along the roadside ditch to the center of the market town.
According to the description of the murloc captives, the temple is in the alley east of the market town square.
The inside of the market town is the same as the outside of the market town, except for the whirring of the wind and the sound of bicycles, it is so quiet that it makes one's scalp tingling.
"I don't feel it in the wild, but when I get here, it really feels weird to have no sound." Jiang Baimian glanced left and right, and attributed part of the reason to the narrow road, the cramped environment, and the depressing atmosphere.
Shang Jianyao immediately sighed:
"It's a pity that Long Yuehong didn't come."
"What will happen when you come?" Jiang Baimian answered casually.
Shang Jianyao said "hey":
"Then I can tell him ghost stories."
"You are really his good friend." Jiang Baimian said sincerely.
As they spoke, their eyes widened, and a small square appeared.
On the east side of the square, there is a half-meter-high platform with nothing on it.
Across the cement platform, you can see a narrow alley, and the mouth of the alley has a stale smell, as if there has been no wind blowing in for a long time.
Jiang Baimian quickly flipped off the bicycle and leaned it beside him.
Their destination has arrived.
Shang Jianyao got out of the car and talked about his worries:
"Would you like to lock it? If you come out and find the car is lost, it's not very good."
"If your car is lost, I'll take you!" Jiang Baimian didn't say where the bikes were stolen from such a ghost place, and responded directly with Shang Jianyao's train of thought.
After more than ten seconds, the two put their bicycles away, picked up their assault rifles, and entered the alley in front of them step by step.
The more you go inside, the more stale the air becomes, and there is a feeling that it is about to freeze, but this does not affect the breathing of Shang Jianyao and Jiang Baimian.
In this alley, all the doors and windows of the houses are closed, unlike other areas of the town, many doors are open, and it seems that they have been searched.
Moreover, the doors here are uniformly painted black.
As he was walking, Jiang Baimian heard the footsteps of himself and Shang Jianyao.
They kept reverberating in the alley, stacked together.
"It's really strange here." Jiang Baimian sighed that the temple had already appeared in front of them.
The temple is located higher at the bottom of the alley, and there is no essential difference from the surrounding architectural style.
Its black door was tightly closed, with black tiles attached to it, and a white paper lantern hung on each side.
Perhaps it was sheltered by the eaves, and the lanterns were not affected by the rain, as if they were hung up last night.
The door of the temple is taller than those of other buildings, and there is a plaque under the eaves with white characters on a black background.
Jiang Baimian just glanced at random and saw clearly the content on the plaque:
"Yan Luo Temple"
"It's kind of like that." She made a fair comment.
This did not affect her progress, and soon, she and Shang Jianyao arrived at the entrance of the temple.
When she got close, she had a strange feeling, which was the fear in her heart.
Jiang Baimian did not hesitate, stretched out his left hand, pressed it on the door, and exerted a little force.
—Before riding a bicycle, she and Shang Jianyao had already put on latex gloves.
At this time, she was cautious and even used her left hand.
In the creaking sound, the black door of the temple slowly opened backwards, revealing the inner scene.
The first thing that caught the eyes of Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao was a patio with a water tank at each corner.
At the end of the patio is a palace with a white curtain hanging from the door.
After crossing the threshold and entering the temple, Jiang Baimian's fear dissipated instantly, but his mind seemed to be covered with a few heavy stones, feeling extremely depressed.
Even the sound of the wind seems to have disappeared here, so quiet that it doesn't look like it's in the real world.
Suddenly, Shang Jianyao asked:
"Can I get the speakers?"
"Ah?" Jiang Baimian, who was engrossed in it, didn't react for a while.
"Play the song." Shang Jianyao hurriedly explained.
Playing songs with speakers in this spooky, mysterious, quiet, depressing, and eerie temple? Play those weird songs? Although Jiang Baimian thinks this can effectively destroy the current atmosphere, he always finds it too strange.
A place that can be "haunted" at any time echoes "you are my little apple" is crazy.
She thought about it and said:
"Not yet, but you can prepare."
"Okay." Shang Jianyao got excited.
The two men with assault rifles then entered the entrance of the main hall at an angle to each other.
After pulling back the white curtain and tying it up, they saw the offering table, the incense burner, the ashes, the futon, and the white candles.
However, there is no god statue on the altar table, and the actual situation cannot be seen at a glance behind the altar table.
At this time, Shang Jianyao suddenly said:
"Have human consciousness, no more than ten meters."
He used a relatively vague description, and it seems that he is not too sure about the specific scope.
"You only sensed it after you came in?" Jiang Baimian asked in surprise.
She remembered that Shang Jianyao's ability had a maximum range of twenty meters.
Shang Jian Yao nodded his head.
Jiang Baimian immediately concentrated, and after a while hesitantly said:
"Indeed, there is an electrical signal, very weak... extremely low biological activity?"
As she spoke, she held a gun, and together with Shang Jianyao, went around behind the offering table.
Then, they saw a coffin, a black one.
The coffin was open and a man lay inside.