One thirty in the morning.
Ren Jianmo walked alone in a dark corridor.
To be precise, this is no longer the same place as the Longxingshan tunnel he entered at the beginning.
About forty minutes ago, he drove to the entrance of the Longhangshan Tunnel.
It seems that because there have been too many disappearance cases, the reputation of the tunnel among the people is very bad, so I don’t know when, this tunnel has been closed by the local road management department. A gate that prevents people from entering.
But of course, Ren Jianmo, who brought the "opening certificate", couldn't help it.
He found the card swiping slot on the gate, inserted the opening certificate into the card slot, and the gate automatically opened with a "beep".
Ren Jianmo drove the car into the tunnel, then parked the car in the middle, and waited patiently for about ten minutes.
It wasn't until a little later that Ren Jianmo honked the car horn as said in the urban ghost talk.
After three long, two short, five horns, Ren Jianmo turned off the engine, got out of the car, and yelled a few times into the empty space, "Follow me."
In the dark tunnel, there is no light.
All he could see was a small area in front of him illuminated by the headlights.
It was eerily quiet all around.
After Ren Jianmo stopped talking, in the whole tunnel, there was only the whimpering draft that could make people feel the flow of air and time around them.
Ren Jianmo waited patiently for a while.
Then, he noticed that there seemed to be something coming from an unknown direction, gathering around him.
Ren Jianmo closed his eyes and felt it.
Those things couldn't be seen, heard, or touched, but they followed like shadows, surrounded him, stirred the breeze around him, and made him feel their existence.
Then, a light shone in the distance.
The ray of light seemed far away, but in a flash, it seemed to be very close. The aperture of light changed from time to time, like a flickering will-o'-the-wisp.
At the same time as the bright light appeared, the overlapping voices of many people sounded in Ren Jianmo's mind.
If someone has listened to the legendary Taiwan China Airlines air crash recording that was circulated many years ago, they can understand what kind of voice Ren Jianmo was "hearing" at this time.
Those voices are like the cries, screams and pleadings of many people in the midst of grief, despair, lamentation and fear, blending together, interweaving and influencing each other, and finally become a kind of sound that lacks specific meaning, let alone audible. A shrill howl for any information.
Ren Jianmo was very sure that these voices did not really exist, and there was no such a group of desperate, fearful, and angry people in front of his eyes.
However, as if being affected by these weird screams, after only two seconds of being stunned, Ren Jianmo had already stepped forward and walked in the direction of the unknown light ahead.
-I see!
— No wonder this "world" has to arrange for the participants to act in teams.
After only taking two steps forward, Ren Jianmo trembled all over, recovering from the substantive screams in his head.
Even he, whose supernatural ability is the mind control system, was almost caught by the magic voice.
If it were the other performers, they might have fallen into deep hypnosis, lost themselves in a state of unsteady mind, walked towards the light source, and were led into the depths of the tunnel, right
—So, the first point to overcome this strange talk is to see who can wake up from the state of hypnosis before the situation gets out of hand, and then wake up others at the same time
Ren Jian meditated and stopped.
Immediately, he felt someone shoved hard on his back.
The tactile sensation and the force-bearing area were clearly a human hand, but when Ren Jianmo turned his head, there was nothing behind him, let alone a human figure, not even a ghost.
—Is this urging me to keep going
Ren Jianmo immediately understood the meaning of the "person" who pushed him.
So he took two long legs again and walked towards the light in the distance.
…
One step, two steps... one minute, two minutes...
Although it was still pitch black all around, Ren Jianmo's environment had changed since some time.
Around him is no longer a modern mountain tunnel with two lanes and two sidewalks, but a narrow corridor full of soot and tar smells.
At this time, as long as Ren Jianmo raised his hand, he could touch the rough and dry soil beside him, and the touch under his feet changed from the firm and flat cement to the pitted mud.
The howling and screaming in his ears kept lingering, and there seemed to be more and more hands pushing him forward.
In such a dark, closed, deep and completely unfamiliar environment, in an unfamiliar corridor leading to nowhere, Ren Jianmo calculated his steps while walking.
Then, at last, he saw the source of the light.
Immediately afterwards, accompanied by the sound of thunder, the passageway Ren Jianmo was in began to shake violently, falling rocks and broken earth fell straight down, and countless hands stretched out from the darkness, grabbing at him desperately. Caught his arms, clothes corners and trouser legs!
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Three fifteen in the morning.
Under the arch bridge of Dongsixong, Ji Thrush and others also fell into the dilemma of not knowing what to do.
Tonight, after they came to the "Deadly River", they followed the routine of urban ghost stories they had collected, and made a floor under the bridge opening of the arch bridge.
The arch bridge over the Daoming River is a very old-fashioned and artistically worthless three-door structure in the shape of an inverted "mountain". The middle bridge pier spans the entire river, and there are two small bridge piers on each side. Small gates forming two maintenance walkways spanning both sides of the creek.
If someone wants to spend the night under the bridge, the only choice is under the two small piers.
Although it is in an open-air environment in the wild, this "deadly river" cannot be entered or exited casually.
It took the four of them a full ten minutes to find the stairs leading to the maintenance walkway on both sides of the river.
Then everyone discovered without any surprise that the entrance to the stairs was firmly locked by an iron fence, and they needed to use the opening certificate in their hands to open it.
After opening the door, Ji Thrush, Mo Tiangen, and Fan's siblings went down to the east bank of the river, and like four shivering quails, they hugged their legs and huddled under the bridge hole, waiting for the coming "Ga coconut".
Although it is the most sleepy time for people, first of all, they are now living in the southern hemisphere time when they are nocturnal, and they have slept for a round during the day. The bow of the string is like a bow, ready to go at any time
The four of them didn't feel sleepy. They sat around together with their eyes wide open, staring at each other's surroundings vigilantly, not even daring to distract themselves by looking at their mobile phones.
Occasionally, a mouse scurry past, making them all jump up on the spot, those who set up their bows, those who drew their knives, those who copied the folded stools, and even the only daddy jumped up to Behind my sister, she looked like a frightened rabbit.
They waited like this for a full hour, and the surrounding area was still calm, and there was nothing wrong with it.
Just when the Fan family siblings began to think about whether they made a mistake, Ji Thrush suddenly slapped his thigh and said softly:
"This... can't we sit still?"
He made a "lying down" posture, "I remember, the post said that he only heard the singing dimly after falling asleep."
Everyone felt that it was reasonable, so although they were very reluctant, they still could only lie down in groups of two and two, back to back, then turned off the flashlight, half-closed their eyes, and pretended that they were sleeping.
This time, the few people didn't wait long.
About ten minutes later, the four people who were dozing off heard the sound of "tick", "tick", seemingly non-existent, from far to near water.
Then, Fan Hemian, who was sleeping on the far left, felt a drop of water fall on his face.
The girl had goosebumps all over her body from fright on the spot, and she couldn't bear the fear any longer, she let out a sharp scream, then turned over, changing from lying on her side to lying on her back.
At the same time, she saw a figure against the light.
The man was unkempt, his whole body was covered with smelly mud and slippery water stains, and the long hair above his shoulders was stuck together in strands, dripping water dripping down.
From Fan Hemian's current angle, she couldn't see the man's face clearly, but she could clearly see the man's hunched body curve, and a machete held high in both hands!
"Aww!!!!"
Fan Hemian felt his mind go blank, and his heart almost stopped beating. Without even thinking about it, he lifted his foot and kicked towards the man's face, and then used the momentum to roll backwards one meter away. .
Her feet didn't land on the ground.
But the girl reacted quickly enough, so the machete just brushed her trouser leg, and slammed on the concrete floor with a "clang".
"Fuck!"
The four people present exclaimed together.
Although it is very dark here, there is no other light source except for a street lamp in the distance and the half moon in the sky.
But at the moment just now, they could all see clearly that Fan Hemian's kick passed through the figure's face, but the man's machete hit the ground firmly, making a clear "dong" sound. Muffled.
—What kind of illogical anti-physical phenomenon is this!
Ji Thrush and the others truly felt that they had had enough of all the unreasonable things in the "world" under the supernatural background!
However, now is not the time to complain, because the figure already stood up with a machete in his hand, and while humming a weird and ridiculous tune, he slashed at Mo Tiangen who was closest to him!
"Jile, are you still in good spirits!?"
Mo Tiangen immediately picked up the folding stool and threw it towards the figure.
However, the folding chair in his hand passed directly through the opponent's body as if hit by a cloud of mist, while the attacker's blade barely grazed his side waist, opening a bloody gash on it.
This blow was really thrilling, if it wasn't for Teacher Dagen's sideways Banqiao at a critical moment, dodging the vital point, I am afraid that he will repeat the same mistake of being disembowelled in the last "world"!
"what happened!?"
Mo Tiangen clutched the wound on his waist, and staggered back to his dad, "This thing really can't hit!"
The author has something to say:
The Taiwan China Airlines crash recording is a well-known rumor.
Probably: In May 2002, CI611 of China Airlines in Taiwan crashed into the sea after a mid-air disintegration, and all crew members were killed. Then someone claimed that on the first seven days of the air crash, they received a mysterious recording of a cell phone message, which was some people's sobs, cries and There were screams and the sound of waves, so it was said that this was "the victims of the China Airlines accident left a message".
Searching for key words now, you can easily find that recording, but those who have never heard of it, definitely do not recommend curious babies!
Of course, this is just an urban legend that has not been officially confirmed!