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I want to lean over and see the date. But the driver's phone only shows the time above it. It's three o'clock in the morning, and it's pretty much the darkest hour.

There is no other light around except for the light of mobile phones, flashlights, and headlights.

There was no moonlight, no starlight, and not the slightest movement.

The driver used his mobile phone to locate the place he was.

This is Guangyuan Highway.

I haven't heard of this path. There are many places called Guangyuan all over the country.

I still remember seeing the popular science of an official account on a social networking site before. So many mountains, rivers and roads are named "Guangyuan", because in ancient times there was a famous family named Guangyuan, who liked to travel the world, and when he arrived at a place, he was regarded as a guest by the local officials and invited to visit the local mountains and rivers. What is more high-end for him is that ordinary people carve "visit here" on the mountain walls and buildings of tourist attractions, which is to destroy cultural relics. He was invited by the magistrate to leave a calligraphy treasure, write "visit here", and after completing the payment, it could be framed and hung in the local places of interest. Naturally, these ink treasures were not left, but those places where he left ink treasures gradually changed their names and became "Guangyuan".

Such anecdotes are not known to most people. I know, that is, I think it's fun.

I only have a rough idea of this now. At the end of that long picture, there are about a dozen or twenty mountains, rivers, roads, cities, etc., called Guangyuan in China......

I can only write down the name Guangyuan Highway.

If the ghost can't be solved in the dream, and out of the dream, I'll have to find someone from Aoba to check it out.

While I was thinking about these things, the driver had already made the location clear to the person on the other end of the phone. He looked up his driver's license and vehicle information and reported it to the people over there. I saw his name - Zheng Motian.

The name is somewhat strange and easy to remember.

After ending the call, Zheng Motian relaxed and looked through the messages on his phone.

I saw the current date from this.

January 29, 2014.

There are twelve years since the car accident in '02.

At this time, it is even more difficult for me to judge Zheng Motian's identity.

Zheng Motian opened the group and complained that he had a car accident.

The name of that group is very straightforward, it is called "Tianya Travelers". Zheng Motian should be a travel friend.

I don't know if he's going on the road alone, or if he's going to meet somewhere.

Some news popped up in the group. Those group members don't show their names, only their profile pictures.

A man who used a selfie photo as his avatar laughed at Zheng Motian, "It's not easy to drive, and you have to go into the mountains?" ”

Here is a person who uses a mountain peak as an avatar, "Who is Brother Ferris going to climb the mountain with this time?" ”

Zheng Motian's portrait is a skyscraper. It's not a particularly iconic building, it's a straight and straight quadrangle, and you can't tell where it is.

Zheng Motian replied: "Alone." There are a lot of noisy people. ”

"There are so many suspects, what are you doing now?" The selfie man laughed again.

"Wait for the trailer. Nothing to do. Zheng Motian was not angry.

The topic in the group quickly changed.

Several people shared photos and videos they took, saying that they were out together last time. Zheng Motian did not participate.

The time displayed on the phone changed from three to four.

Zheng Motian was impatient and called the insurance company again.

I just think this scene is a little familiar.

I look around.

The yin qi had not yet dissipated, and it was still like a layer of mist, filling all areas as far as my eyes could see.

The roads and the peaks were shrouded in darkness without a glimmer of light.

Zheng Motian became impatient. But impatience can't conjure up rescue.

He received a text message on his mobile phone, saying that the traffic was exceeded.

Zheng Motian wanted to join the group to chat again, but he found that he couldn't send messages. The inquiry text message he sent also turned into a delivery failure. Zheng Motian called with a blushing face, but the phone did not go out at all.

It's downtime.

I realized this, and so did Zheng Motian.

"!" He scolded.

The phone's battery level has also changed from green to red.

Zheng Motian went back to the car to find the charger. The on-board charger is out of order. His power bank also couldn't charge his phone.

"How!" Zheng Motian scolded and scolded.

I feel like the surroundings are getting colder. This should be my psychological effect.

The loss of the means of external communication is often the beginning of the outbreak of those paranormal events.

I don't know where the logic of this routine lies. It may be a hint from God, just as it suggests that the ghosts cannot expose themselves in front of people and kill people in a strange way in public, it may also imply that all the ghosts will cut off the communication facilities before they can make a big move.

There is no way to contact the outside world, which means that there is no way to ask for help. At the same time, it also means that no one knows the true cause of the victim's death.

I thought of being a little killer.

That live broadcast has broken this "unspoken rule".

In that live broadcast, the live broadcast was carried out normally, but the little expert could not use his mobile phone to contact the outside world, which in hindsight was a phenomenon full of malice and hints.

The victims could not escape, and bystanders could only watch how they were killed by the ghosts and how the ghosts killed people.

I came back to my senses and saw Zheng Motian, and suddenly remembered that this person was dead.

What's the point of the ghost doing this if he's dead?

Before the phone was turned off, the displayed time had changed to 5:39.

Zheng Motian sat in the driver's seat and did not close the door. He watched as the phone screen turned pitch black and looked up at the sky.

There are no stars and moons, and there are no traces of dark clouds. The sky was as dark as the screen of a mobile phone.

Zheng Motian began to feel uneasy.

He glanced at the compass and then at the headlights, which were still on.

The shadows of the trees make for a terrifying picture, but the bright light seems to give people a sense of confidence.

I sensed Zheng Motian's thoughts.

He's counting. I started with 1 and patiently counted to 3600, and then I counted from 1 again.

He's using this stupid way of calculating time.

When the second 3600 was counted, Zheng Motian looked up at the sky again.

His state of mind had completely changed.

He stood up, took a few deep breaths, pulled his backpack out of the back seat, and grabbed his equipment.

It was supposed to be photographic equipment, and it looked heavy.

He thought for a while, took only a DSLR, took out a pen and paper from the car, wrote a note explaining the direction he was going, and put it on the window glass.

After doing this, he took the compass and walked into the woods.

There was an extra figure in the shadow of the tree.

The figure is stretched as long as the shadow of the tree, overlapping the shadow of the tree. It looks like a person has been inserted into some kind of torture instrument.

Zheng Motian's footsteps hesitated slightly, and there was a rustling sound on the grass, but soon, the footsteps became calm and powerful.

He rounded some trees that stood in his way and insisted on heading south.

He didn't count anymore, but there were recorded tools on the compass, constantly turning as Zheng Motian advanced.

After walking for a while, Zheng Motian would take photos with a single-lens reflex to record his progress.

The brilliance of the headlights reached its limit a long time ago. Now Zheng Motian is lighting with a searchlight on his head. As far as the equipment goes, he's well prepared, and walking in the woods is perfectly fine.

I paid attention to the yin qi around me, but it was really like air, evenly distributed, and there was nothing abnormal.

The original song of insects and birds is gone, but the terrifying sense of oppression is also gone.

I followed Zheng Motian, not tired, but a little worried that this kind of walking would become endless. Zheng Motian will be trapped in the woods, and I will be trapped in dreams.

Thinking so, I saw the light.

There is a faint light ahead.

Zheng Motian was overjoyed and quickened his pace.

It was only two or three minutes of effort, and the woods, which had seemed to be endless, came to an end.

At the end of the woods is not a mountain wall, but a road.

In the distance, a car was coming. The headlights are dazzling.

Zheng Motian's emotions were transmitted to my mind. He thinks he's doing the right thing. If you follow that direction, you will be able to come out.

I looked at the approaching vehicles and felt a dark cloud over me.

Zheng Motian had already rushed to the road, waving his hands and shouting loudly.

The car seemed to notice someone, slowed down, and stopped in the middle of the road.

Zheng Motian took three steps and made two steps, about to rush over, but his footsteps quickly stopped.

The car turned on the high beams, so that people could not see the appearance of the car clearly, and only two lights could be seen.

Zheng Motian had some bad conjectures in his mind. He didn't think about the ghost, but felt for the saber in his backpack. He was afraid of encountering the most vicious robbers in this remote place.

The car restarted and slammed in the direction of Zheng Motian.

Zheng Motian screamed and hurriedly tried to dodge, but the person's legs could not compare to the four wheels of the car.

Zheng Motian walked in the woods for so long, and he really couldn't bear it.

He was hit by the car and continued to push forward, hitting the trunk of a tree.

I heard the sound of his bones shattering.

He hung it around his neck and smashed it on the front cover of the car, I don't know what button he touched, the flash turned on twice, and he took a photo.

Zheng Motian didn't die right away.

He looked up at the driver's seat of the car.

I stood next to the car and could see more clearly.

The car retreated a few meters, and the engine roared again, slamming into Zheng Motian, who was leaning against the trunk of the tree.

Zheng Motian's upper body was lying on the front cover of the car, tilting his head, his eyes wide, and staring at the driver's seat.

The headlights went out and it was dawn.

In the driver's seat, his own figure disappeared.

In the distance, the sound of a vehicle can be heard.

The trailer was parked on the side of the road, and someone shouted loudly.

Zheng Motian's consciousness dissipated for a second, and the next second, I sat in the moving car with his reunited consciousness.

Squeak –

Zheng Motian stepped on the brakes.

I heard his rapid gasps and saw his pale face and cold sweat on his head.

And, the clear yin qi on his body.

"Hah...... Hehe......" Zheng Motian made a weird sound, trembling and guessing the sweat on his head, looked around, trembled again, and took out his mobile phone.

January 29, 2014 at 2:24 a.m.

"It's a dream...... It's a dream......" Zheng Motian exhaled relaxedly and slumped into his seat.