Lingpingan looked at the time on his phone.
Half past ten in the evening.
The moon was dark and the wind was high, and the street lights on the roadside seemed to be flickering due to their age and disrepair.
The lights flickered on and off.
Deep in the alleys of the streets, there was the faint whimpering of wild cats.
In the distant forest, there seemed to be an owl roaring lowly.
Most of the shops on both sides of the road are closed.
Only a few cracks in the door can still see a faint light.
At the intersection ahead, a rusty road sign hangs on a telephone pole.
It says 'Northern Road' and there are directions.
Lingpingan scratched his head and looked at the sparse buildings on both sides of the road.
"It turns out that this is a place that sells underworld tools..."
The shops on the roadside are basically shroud shops and paper money shops.
At the intersection, you can still see traces of burned piles of paper money.
In many places, there are also incense sticks.
After thinking about it carefully, he understood.
"Probably, this has always been the place where people in the imperial capital buy and sell funeral supplies..."
"That's why the legend of Cross Slope came about!"
He can understand.
Historically, every capital city has a legend of Hades.
Big men live in high houses and are buried in famous mountains.
The most famous one is Beimang Mountain in Luoyang.
It is said that hundreds of emperors and countless famous celebrities are buried inside.
Therefore, it is normal for the imperial capital to also have Beimang Mountain.
that is…
"Why is there no public information on the Internet?" Lingpingan felt a little puzzled: "Isn't this promoting feudal superstition?!"
However, Lingpingan thought about it and shrugged again: "Maybe it was intentional!"
It's easy to understand.
Any city hopes to attract tourists and then happily make money from tourists.
The imperial capital is of course no exception.
Although, as the ancient capital of the Eight Dynasties, the emperor has no shortage of tourist attractions.
But who would think that money is too little
The official system of the federal empire attaches great importance to political performance.
Whether the republicans are in power or the Datong faction is in power.
When they select officials, they give priority to officials with good political performance.
After all, no one wants to see that after working hard and defeating their opponent, they end up choosing a pig, screwing things up, and ultimately taking the blame.
Basically, in an election campaign, once someone is labeled as someone who does not know people well, it will be difficult to turn around.
At least, there is no way to turn around locally.
Therefore, whether it is the Datong faction or the Republican faction.
They all have specialized teams that specialize in studying the files of officials at all levels.
Strive to win and then select an effective official to consolidate your advantage.
Therefore, officials in the federal empire care very much about their political performance and reputation.
It is not surprising that some means are used.
Developing the economy is not shabby!
Thinking of this, Lingpingan slowly walked to an old stone arch bridge.
In front of the stone arch bridge, there are warning lines and blocking wood.
Through the faint moonlight, Lingpingan saw the red warning signs hanging on the blocking wood: Dangerous bridge ahead, no traffic allowed!
He scratched his head and stopped.
Although, in his eyes, this stone arch bridge should be quite solid.
But he wouldn't take any chances, and he wouldn't try the law even though he knew there was a warning.
This is irresponsible to oneself and to others.
If something happens, you have to call someone to rescue you.
Maybe it will put young police officers and firefighters at risk.
Lingpingan has always felt that his own life is life, and the lives of others are also life.
After all, everyone is human and has parents, relatives, brothers and sisters.
Why should you let others pay for your recklessness and impulse
Anyway, Lingpingan won’t.
Therefore, he directly bypassed the blocking wood.
Since this road is blocked, then find a way to find another place.
If it really doesn’t work, let’s not go through with it.
No matter how fun the haunted house is, he will not risk his own life or the lives of others.
This is not cowardice.
But be responsible.
…
Zhang Hui looked at the surveillance camera.
More than a dozen small military rotor drones were hovering at high altitude.
These federal empire's most advanced reconnaissance drones carry the latest cameras with extremely high resolution. It is said that even the activities of ants on the ground can be seen clearly.
At each intersection, high-definition surveillance cameras have turned.
As a result, countless real-time images from different angles were projected on the big screen.
"How did He get here?" Zhang Hui thought.
Cross Slope is considered a top secret of the Federation Empire.
According to folklore and rumors, most of them were smoke bombs released by the black guards themselves.
The purpose is to prevent curious babies from approaching that area.
So far, the effect is still very good.
The vast majority of citizens will avoid cross slopes.
Occasionally, a few people seeking death would be frightened half to death in the fringe area, and then be rescued by the black-clad guards.
These people then further amplified the Cross Slope legend.
Nowadays, except for a few people who are really not afraid of death and those who like to attract attention, no normal person will approach the cross slope without any reason.
only…
Why is this person here
Zhang Hui frowned.
During the surveillance, the cat holding Him was wandering on the edge of the North Road.
He did not choose to take a shortcut and go through the stone arch bridge.
why is that
Why did He, the omniscient and omnipotent, choose this way
Zhang Hui doesn’t know.
"There must be a profound meaning in this!" Zhang Hui thought: "Perhaps, this can also reveal some of his behavioral logic!"
Therefore, Zhang Hui concentrated all her attention and carefully examined the surveillance images, not missing any detail.
At the same time, he pressed a button.
Connect with Li Shouyi who is patrolling the Kunlun Mountains.
Li Shouyi has also been online, waiting for Zhang Hui's contact.
The moment Lingpingan walked out of Luming Villa, the governor of the black-clad guard was online and paying attention to the situation.
Therefore, Li Shouyi's voice quickly reached Zhang Hui's ears through a special microphone.
"General Zhang... what happened to him?"
Zhang Hui briefly explained the situation while staring at the screen.
Li Shouyi listened, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Since He is willing to let us see..."
"Then just watch!"
Zhang Hui suddenly woke up.
Yes!
He wants you to see so you can see.
If He didn't want to, no matter how advanced the instruments were, it would be impossible to see His shadow.
so…
Zhang Hui immediately eliminated several doubts that he had in mind.
In the end, he only had one thought in his mind.
"What does He want to take this opportunity to tell us?"
This is the only truth.
It is also the only possibility!
If this is not the case, how can these drones and cameras capture Him
Then, Zhang Hui remembered the origin of Cross Slope, and his heart jumped.
"Captain, what do you mean?" he asked cautiously.
But Li Shouyi had quietly disconnected.
…
Chu Wen drove his car and parked it in the alley at the end of Beifang Road.
He looked at the time.
It's ten forty at night!
The street lights in the alley flickered on and off.
Sizzling... sizzling...
There was a sound of electricity.
In the distance, wild cats howled low and shrilly.
Faintly, there seemed to be an owl hooting in the forest.
It was like the low moan of a ghost who died unjustly, like the wail in hell.
He opened the car door, took out a cigarette from his arms, lit it and took a long drag.
"Damn it!" He shook his head: "I hope that guy didn't come!"
"Otherwise we'll be in trouble!"
As an extraordinary person, he could feel that the cold spiritual energy was slowly gathering towards the cross slope several kilometers away.
At midnight, even standing in the alley of North Road, you may encounter some unknown evil spirits.
In the extraordinary circles of the imperial capital, there is a legend circulating.
Legend has it that a lieutenant colonel once entered the cross slope at midnight.
The next day, his body was found in an underground darkroom in Qilipu.
There are no scars on the body surface.
He had a smile on his face, but his eyes were full of fear.
Extremely weird and terrifying.
Everyone who saw that man's death encountered accidents one after another in the next year.
Therefore, even extraordinary people would not dare to approach the cross slope.
How evil!
Fortunately, there are black-clothed guards. Under the power of the black-clothed guards, even the evil spirits and ghosts on Cross Slope have to bow their heads.
Therefore, as long as you do not enter the cross slope after midnight.
Those things can't hurt people.
At most, you just encounter some little ghosts who accidentally wander out.
Holding a cigarette in his mouth, he walked out of the alley.
Shiny leather boots stepped on the ground of the bluestone road.
Crunch.
A shroud shop at the entrance of the alley suddenly opened its door.
An old man with a kind face and a cane looked at him with a smile.
Chu Wen quickly lowered his head and raised his hands: "Hello, old man!"
"Young man..." The old man chuckled: "It's so late, you should go back early... You can't come here!"
Chu Wen sighed and bowed his hands: "Old man, there is nothing I can do!"
"A friend came here, and I was worried that something might happen to him..."
The old man sighed: "Young man, listen to my advice and look after yourself!"
Chu Wen also sighed helplessly after listening to the old man's words: "Why didn't I know?"
"But there's nothing we can do!"
The old man did not answer his words.
Chu Wen raised his head.
There was no old man in front of him, and there was no shroud shop.
There were only pieces of paper money blowing in the wind and a few white obituaries.
He grabbed an obituary that floated in front of him, looked down, and saw a photo of an old man appearing on it.
The old man in the black and white photo is well dressed and smiles brightly.
Under the obituary is the text "Unfilial male/female servants serve without status, bringing disaster to the family. Mr. ***, the boss was born on July **, 2760, Republic Era, and died in winter, September, 2841, Republic Era* On the * day, he lived to be seventy-nine years old, according to his will..."
Chu Wen suddenly felt his scalp numb, and boundless terror rose from the bottom of his heart.
"Did I just... meet a ghost?"
Even the ghosts persuaded him to go back.
so…
"Should I go back?" He hesitated.