Aoba Office

Chapter 1246 Strong Light (3)

I want to lean over and see what the date is now. But the top of the driver's phone only showed the time. It's three o'clock in the morning, almost the darkest hour.

There was no other light around except the light from mobile phones, flashlights, and car headlights.

There was no moonlight or starlight, and no sound could be heard.

The driver used his cell phone to locate his location.

This is Guangyuan Highway.

I have not heard of this path. There are many places called Guangyuan across the country.

I still remember seeing popular science from a public account on a social networking site. So many mountains, rivers and roads are named "Guangyuan" because in ancient times there was a famous person named Guangyuan who liked to travel around the world. When he arrived at a place, he was treated as a guest of honor by the local official and invited to visit the local mountains and rivers. His more advanced point is that ordinary people carving "visit here" on the mountain walls and buildings of tourist attractions are destroying cultural relics. He was invited by the local official to leave a calligraphy treasure and write "I came here for a visit". After signing it, it could be framed and hung in the local places of interest. Naturally, these calligraphy treasures were not left behind, but the places where he left calligraphy treasures gradually changed their names and became "Guangyuan".

Most people don't know this anecdote. You know, I just find it fun.

I only have a general impression of this now. At the end of the long picture, there were lists of mountains, rivers, roads, cities, etc. in China named Guangyuan. There were about a dozen or twenty of them...

I can only write down the name Guangyuan Highway.

If I can't deal with the ghost in the dream and leave 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 found his driver's license and vehicle information and reported it to the person over there. I saw his name - Zheng Motian.

The name is a bit strange and easy to remember.

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

I used this to see the current date.

January 29, 2014.

It has been twelve years since the car accident in 2002.

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

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

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

I don’t know if he is traveling alone or if he is planning to meet someone somewhere.

Some messages popped up in the group. Those group members do not have their names displayed, only their avatars.

A man who used a selfie photo as his avatar laughed at Zheng Motian, "You can't even drive a car, so you still have to go into the mountains?"

Below is a person with a mountain as his avatar, "Who will Brother Moten go hiking with this time?"

Zheng Motian's avatar is a skyscraper. It's not a particularly iconic building. It's a straight square shape, and you can't tell where the building is.

Zheng Motian replied: "A person. There are many people and it makes a lot of noise."

"What are you doing now because there are so many people?" the selfie man laughed again.

"Waiting for the tow truck. I have nothing to do." Zheng Motian was not angry.

The topic in the group quickly changed.

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

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

Zheng Motian was impatient and called the insurance company again.

I just think this scene looks a little familiar.

I look around.

The Yin Qi has not dissipated, it is still like a layer of mist, filling all the areas I can see.

The roads and mountains were shrouded in darkness, without any light.

Zheng Motian became impatient. But impatience cannot conjure rescue.

His mobile phone received a reminder text message saying that the traffic volume exceeded the standard.

When Zheng Motian wanted to join the group chat again, he suddenly found that he could not send messages. The inquiry text message he sent also failed to be sent. Zheng Motian called with a livid face, but the call was not dialed at all.

Machine hanged.

I realize this, and Zheng Motian also realizes it.

"Fuck!" He cursed.

The battery level of the mobile phone also changed from green to red.

Zheng Motian went back to the car to look for the charger. The car charger failed. His power bank couldn't charge his phone either.

"What happened!" Zheng Motian cursed.

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

Losing the means of external communication is often the beginning of the outbreak of supernatural events.

I don't know the logic of this routine. It may be a hint from God. Just like it hints that ghosts cannot expose themselves in front of people or use weird methods to kill people in public, it may also hint that all ghosts must communicate with each other before making a big splash. The facilities were shut down.

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

I thought of the little master who committed suicide.

That live broadcast had already broken this "hidden rule".

During that live broadcast, the live broadcast was going on normally, but the little expert who committed suicide could not use his mobile phone to contact the outside world. In hindsight, it was a phenomenon full of malice and implications.

The victims cannot escape, and bystanders can only watch helplessly as they are killed by the ghost, and watch as the ghost kills.

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

If he was already dead, what was the point of the ghost doing this?

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

Zheng Motian sat in the driver's seat without closing the door. He watched as the phone screen turned black and looked up at the sky.

There were no stars or moon, and no trace of dark clouds. The sky was as dark as the screen on my 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 formed a terrifying scene, but the bright light seemed to give people a sense of confidence.

I sensed Zheng Motian's thoughts.

He is counting. Starting from 1, I patiently counted to 3600, and then started counting from 1 again.

He was calculating time in this stupid way.

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

His state of mind completely changed.

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

Those equipment must be photography equipment, they look very heavy.

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

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

There is an additional figure in the shadow of the tree.

The human shadow is stretched as long as the tree shadow, and overlaps with the tree shadow. It looked like a person was being impaled on some kind of torture device.

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

He walked around some blocking trees and kept going south.

He didn't count anymore, but there was a recording tool on the compass, which kept turning as Zheng Motian moved forward.

Along the way, Zheng Motian would take photos with his SLR to record his progress.

The brilliance of car lights reached its limit a long time ago. Now Zheng Motian relied on the searchlight on his head to illuminate. Equipment-wise, he was well prepared and had no problem walking in the woods.

I paid attention to the Yin Qi around me, but the Yin Qi was just like air, evenly distributed and without any abnormalities.

The initial chirping of insects and birds was gone, but the terrifying sense of oppression was also gone.

I followed Zheng Motian. I didn't feel tired, but I was 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 a dream.

Just as I was thinking this, I saw the light.

There is a faint light ahead.

Zheng Motian was overjoyed and quickened his pace.

In just two or three minutes, the originally seemingly endless woods came to an end.

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

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

Zheng Motian's emotions were conveyed to my mind. He thought he was doing the right thing. If you follow that direction, you can indeed come out.

I looked at the approaching vehicles with a dark cloud hanging over my heart.

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

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

Zheng Motian took three steps and two steps at a time, trying to rush over, but he quickly stopped.

The car turned on its high-beam headlights, making it difficult to see what the car looked like. Only two groups of light could be seen.

Some bad guesses emerged in Zheng Motian's mind. He didn't think of ghosts, but instead took out the saber in his backpack. He was afraid of encountering vicious robbers in this remote place.

The car restarted and rushed towards Zheng Motian.

Zheng Motian yelled and hurriedly tried to avoid it, but human legs were no match for the four wheels of a car.

Zheng Motian couldn't stand it after walking in the woods for so long.

He was hit on the side by the car and continued forward until he hit a tree trunk.

I heard his bones crack.

He hung his SLR around his neck and smashed it on the front hood of the car. He didn't know what button he hit, and the flash light came on twice and he took a photo.

Zheng Motian did not die immediately.

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

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

The car backed up a few meters, the engine roared again, and hit Zheng Motian hard against the tree trunk.

Zheng Motian's upper body was lying on the hood of the car, his head tilted, eyes wide open, staring at the driver's seat.

The headlights went off and it was daybreak.

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

In the distance, the sound of vehicles came.

The trailer pulled up to the side of the road and someone shouted.

Zheng Motian's consciousness disappeared for a second, and the next second, I sat in the moving car with him as he regained consciousness.

squeak--

Zheng Motian stepped on the brakes.