It was 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 Longxingshan Tunnel.

It seems that because there have been too many missing cases, the tunnel’s reputation among the people is very bad, so I don’t know when the tunnel has been closed by the local road management department. Not only was the whole tunnel black and light, but the entrance was also installed. The gate prevents people from entering.

But this is of course unavoidable for Ren Jianmo, who brought the "opening certificate".

He found the card slot on the gate, inserted the opening voucher into the card slot, and the gate opened automatically with a beep.

Ren Jianmo drove the car into the tunnel, then parked the car in the middle section and waited patiently for about ten minutes.

It wasn't until a little later that Ren Jianmo rang the car horn as stated in the strange urban story.

After three long and two short five horns sounded, Ren Jian silently turned off the fire, got out of the car, and yelled several times toward the empty void, "Follow me."

There was no light in the dark tunnel.

All he could see was a small area in front of him illuminated by the headlights.

The surroundings were terribly quiet.

After Ren Jianmo stopped talking, in the whole tunnel, there was only the sobbing draught that made people feel the flow of air and time around him.

Ren Jian waited patiently for a while.

Then, he noticed that something seemed to be coming from an unknown direction and gathered by his side.

Ren Jian silently closed his eyes and felt it.

Those things could not be seen, heard, or touched, but they followed like a shadow, surrounded by the side, stirring the breeze around him, making him feel their existence.

Then, a little light lit up in the distance.

The light looked very far away, but when it shook the gods, it seemed to be very close. The aperture was large and small, like a swaying ghost fire.

At the same time as the light appeared, many people's overlapping voices sounded in Ren Jianmo's mind.

If someone listens to the legendary recording of the air crash of Taiwan China Airlines that circulated many years ago, they can understand what kind of sound Ren Jianmo "hears" at this time.

Those voices are like the crying, screaming and pleading of many people in grief, despair, sorrow and fear. They are intertwined and influence each other, and finally become a kind of lack of specific meaning and even more inaudible. The bitter cry of any information.

Ren Jianmo was very sure that these voices did not really exist, and now there was no such group of desperate, fearful and angry people in front of him.

However, just as if his mind was affected by these weird screams, just two seconds of stunned, Ren Jianmo had already opened his legs and walked in the direction of the unknown light ahead.

--I see!

——No wonder this "world" has to arrange for the participants to team up.

After only two steps forward, Ren Jianmo trembled all over, recovering from the substantive screams in his mind.

Even the ability of the Mind Control Department, he almost heard the magic sound.

Replaced by other performers, at this time, I am afraid that I have fallen into deep hypnosis, losing myself in a state of instability, facing the light source, and being led into the depths of the tunnel, right?

——So, the first point of conquering this strange place is to see who can wake up in a hypnotized state before things get out of hand, and then wake up everyone else?

Ren Jian meditated and stopped.

Immediately, he felt someone give his back a hard stroke.

The touch and the force-receiving area were clearly a human hand, but when Ren Jianmo turned his head, he was empty behind him, not to mention the human figure, there was not even a ghost.

——Is this urging me to move on?

Ren Jianmo immediately understood the meaning of the "person" who pushed him.

So he opened his long legs again and walked towards the light in the distance.

...

One step, two steps...one minute, two minutes...

Although it was still dark all around, the environment that Ren Jiansil was in had changed since then.

His body is no longer a modern two-lane two-lane tunnel through the mountain, but a narrow corridor full of soot and tar smell.

At this time, as long as Ren Jianmo raises his hand, he can touch the rough and dry soil beside him, and the touch under his feet has changed from solid and flat cement to pitted mud.

The howls and screams in his ears lingered, and the hands that pushed him forward seemed to grow more and more.

In such a dark, closed, deep and completely unfamiliar environment, in an unfamiliar corridor leading to nowhere, Ren Jian silently walked while calculating his own pace.

Then, he finally saw the source of the light.

Immediately afterwards, accompanied by the thunder of the sky and the earth, the corridor Ren Jianmo was in began to shake violently. Lived his arms, clothes corners and trouser legs!

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It's 3:15 in the morning.

Under the arch bridge of Dongsiyong, Ji Lu and others are also in a dilemma that they don't know what to do.

Tonight, after they came to the "Death River", they laid a ground floor under the arch bridge hole in accordance with the urban ghost story they collected.

The arch bridge over the Death River is a very old-fashioned and artistically worthless inverted "hill"-shaped three-door structure. The bridge pier in the middle spans the entire river, and there are two small bridge piers on each side. It forms two small gates that span the maintenance walkway on both sides of the river.

If someone wants to spend the night under the bridge, the only choice is under the two small piers.

Although it is an open-air environment in the wild, this "life-depleting river" cannot be entered and exited casually.

It took the four of Ji Tuan a full ten minutes to find the stairs leading to the maintenance walkway on both sides of the river.

Then everyone discovered to no surprise that the entrance of the stairs was firmly locked by an iron fence, and they needed the opening voucher in their hands to open it.

After opening the door, Ji Xuan, Mo Tiangen, and Fan's sister and brother went down to the east bank of the river, like four shivering quails, huddling their legs under the bridge hole, waiting for the "Jah" who does not know when they will arrive. coconut".

Although it is the most sleepy time for people, first they are now in the southern hemisphere when they are out of the day and night, and they have slept for one round during the day. Secondly, they know that a ghost is coming, which is not nervous, and the whole person is full. The bow is like a string, ready to go at any time?

The four of them were not sleepy, sitting together, with their eyes wide open, staring at each other's surroundings vigilantly, not even daring to take a look at their mobile phones.

Occasionally, a mouse jumps past, which can make them jump up in the same place collectively, draw a bow, draw a knife, draw a knife, copy a folding stool, and even the only dad “slips” and screams. Behind my sister is like a frightened rabbit.

They waited for a full hour, and the surroundings were still calm and there was nothing wrong with them.

Just when the Fan's sisters and brothers began to think about whether they had made a mistake, Ji Lu suddenly patted his thigh and said softly:

"This... can't we just sit there?"

He gestured in a "lying down" position, "I remember that the post said that it was after falling asleep that he dimly heard the singing."

Everyone felt reasonable, so even though they were very reluctant, they still had to lie down back to back in groups of two aggrievedly, then turn off the flashlight, squint their eyes, and pretend that they are sleeping.

This time, the few people did not wait long.

About ten minutes later, the four people in the false sleep sounded all the sounds of "ticking" and "ticking", which seemed to be the sound of water from far and near.

Then, Fan Hemian, who was sleeping on the far left, felt a drop of water falling on his face.

The girl got goose bumps on the spot, she couldn't help her fear anymore, let out a sharp scream, then turned over and changed from lying on her side to lying on her back.

At the same time, she saw a backlit figure.

The man's face was unkempt, his whole body was covered with fishy silt and slippery water stains. The long hair over his shoulders was stuck together in strands, dripping with water.

From Fan Hemian's current perspective, she couldn't see the person's face, but she could clearly see the man's rickety body curve, and a high-raised machete held in her hands!

"Wow!!!"

Fan Hemian only felt that his mind was blank, and he almost stopped beating his heart. Without even thinking about it, he raised his foot and pushed directly towards the person's face. Then, with this momentum, he rolled back one meter away. .

Her feet did not fall to the ground.

But the girl reacted quickly enough, so the machete just wiped her trouser legs and knocked on the concrete floor with a loud noise.

"Fuck!"

The four people present exclaimed together.

Although it was dark here, there was no other light source except a street lamp in the distance and the half-round moonlight in the sky.

But in the first moment, they could see clearly that the foot kicked by Fan Hemian passed through the face of the figure, but the man's machete slashed to the ground firmly, making a clear "boom" Muffled.

——What kind of illogical anti-physical phenomenon is this!

Ji Lu and the others really feel that they are fed up with all the irrationality of the "world" in the context of a spiritual background!

However, it is not the time to make complaints, because the figure already held a machete in his hand, stood up, and while humming a little tune with a weird tune and a ridiculous tone, he slashed towards the nearest Mo Tiangen!

"Rile, you still have the energy!?"

Mo Tiangen immediately raised the folding stool and smashed 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 assailant's blade was able to rub his side waist and opened a **** hole on it.

This blow was really thrilling. If it weren't for Mr. Dagen to dent a sideboard bridge at the critical moment, and get out of the key, I am afraid that he will repeat the same mistakes in the last "world"!

"what happened!?"

Mo Tiangen clutched the wound on his waist, staggered back to his dad, "This thing, really can't hit it!"

The author has something to say:

The recording of Taiwan's China Airlines is a well-known rumor.

Probably: In May 2002, the CI611 of Taiwan's China Airlines crashed into the sea after the air disintegration, and all the crew were killed. Then some people claimed that on the first seven days of the air crash, they received a mysterious recording of a mobile phone message, which was the sobbing, crying and complaining of some people. The screams and the sound of the waves led to the saying that this was a message from the victims of the China Airlines disaster.

Now search for keywords, it is easy to find that recording, but for those who have never heard of it, it is definitely not recommended for curious babies!

Of course this is just an urban legend that has not been officially confirmed!