I have a full-time hero system

After much hesitation, she asked the editor-in-chief for leave and went to that small village.

By the time we arrived, it was already dark.

There was an accident.

Tang Mu's car broke down.

She had to stop and open the hood.

Trying to see what went wrong, I accidentally burned my right hand.

In panic, another car stopped.

"Do you need help?" The car window fell, revealing the face of a middle-aged uncle.

Tang Mu was overjoyed.

The middle-aged uncle got out of the car and kindly helped to repair it.

"Are you going to Wuzhen?" He asked casually.

"How far is it?" It was already dark around, and there were no street lights in this area, so Tang Mu couldn't help squinting his eyes.

"A few hours," the middle-aged uncle put the front cover on with a smile, "Be careful when driving."

Tang Mu was stunned.

"Wuzhen, as the name suggests, there is often a lot of fog," the middle-aged uncle smiled and pointed to the front, "If you get lost, you won't be able to get out."

Tang Mu thanked her, and she watched the middle-aged uncle drive away, while she continued on her journey.

Sure enough, it didn't take long, and even with the high beams on, there was nothing but white flowers in front of my eyes.

There is thick fog everywhere.

She had to slow down.

But even so, she seemed to see a figure in front of her in the flickering lights.

A passing figure.

She turned the steering wheel urgently and stepped on the brakes.

The sharp sound pierced the tranquility of this area.

"Boom—" Then the car hit something.

Tang Mu in the car couldn't help taking a breath, the collision caused severe pain.

After a while, she gritted her teeth and opened the car door.

Turn on the spare flashlight and shoot around.

It's all white and thick fog.

Can't see anything.

Tang Mu's face was pale, and she moved cautiously.

But even so, she still made a mistake and fell to her knees on the ground.

"damn it!"

There is a puddle underfoot.

}

The reporters who were going to sleep in the back row of the movie theater all woke up.

The cool tone has a bit of gray color, and there is almost no picture of background music, and the occasional sound from time to time greatly mobilized their adrenal hormones.

Coupled with the inside of the empty and dark movie theater, there is a creepy feeling.

In this world, there are no suspenseful horror movies.

Life is already difficult, and most of the movies are relaxed and positive.

Thick theme, few people go to touch.

Not to mention the weird atmosphere so deliberately created.

The young men and women who came in from behind couldn't help screaming the moment Tang Mu fell.

This made Liang Shuping, who was immersed in the plot, his heart beat faster.

What the hell is going on.

Why can it mobilize the emotions of the audience so much.

Such a thought flashed across Liang Shuping's mind.

However, he didn't have time to think about it carefully, and the plot continued to advance, which made him feel different again.

{

In the vast white world, Tang Mu was alone.

The high beams of the cars next to me flashed meaninglessly.

Seven or eight meters that cannot penetrate the dense fog.

Wherever you go, it seems to be the same.

At the beginning, Tang Mu still had the courage to move forward tentatively.

But soon her cowardice and timidity were exposed.

The sky began to drizzle, and her hair and skirt were completely soaked.

Trembling back into the car.

With the help of the light inside, she shouted together: "Dad, Mom, where are you?"

she murmured.

At the end, when she was overwhelmed by sleepiness, she could vaguely hear: "God... Where is it..."

}

Liang Shuping's eyes suddenly lit up.

The girl on the screen who does not believe in gods is finally alone with no way out.

Shout out the gods!

This movie is not just using horror and suspense to mobilize emotions!

Chapter 348 Faith

The movie continues to play.

{

After all, the sky was still bright, and with the appearance of dawn, the surrounding dense fog became much smaller.

But there is still a faint mist floating.

Tang Mu's car was dented a lot, and he dragged himself to the village.

This village seems to be very remote, and there are basically no people on the road.

I took out my mobile phone, but found that there was no signal, possibly because of the fog.

Fortunately, Tang Mu made preparations, and she came to the only police station in the village.

In fact, it was a small building. When the door was pushed open, two people laughed loudly.

Because there are not many residents in the village, there are no daily crimes.

All the policemen add up, only two people.

They were also indifferent to Tang Mu.

"Have you seen this person? His name is Guo Ziming." Tang Mu handed over a photo.

Two policemen watched, and one of them remembered something.

"A month ago, I met him. He is also an outsider, and he got lost in the village." The policeman did not give much information.

"Later it seemed to be living in a small hotel in the village."

With clues, Tang Mu found the only hotel in the village according to what the police said.

The hotel owner smiled when he saw the photo: "I remember this young man, who is said to be a famous writer, came here to find inspiration.

I can take you to where he lived. "

This one-bedroom, one-living room, the owner said that except for Guo Ziming, no one lived in the back, and the room basically kept its original appearance.

The rent was not expensive, and Tang Mu chose to live in the same house.

She searched the room carefully, but found nothing.

Finally, his eyes fell on the calendar table on the desktop. The date that was opened showed a month ago.

Time seemed to stop at that moment.

Tang Mu didn't think much about it for the time being.

It was just that when she was sleeping that night, she seemed to hear faint crying.

woo woo woo woo--

She got up with a frown and looked out the window, it was a vast expanse of whiteness outside.

Knock on the boss's door and ask about the sound, but the boss is at a loss.

"The wind has been relatively strong recently, perhaps because of that."

This reason is still acceptable to Tang Mu.

She lay back on the bed, and when she was about to turn off the bedside lamp, her hands stopped.

An inexplicable fear filled the air.

She walked around the next day and found nothing but peace and quiet.

In the evening, she came to the calendar table in a strange way, and when she carefully distinguished it, there seemed to be writing on the calendar.

She took out a white paper and pencil, and rubbed the handwriting.

It wrote "Father Jemet" in big characters.

As Guo Ziming's editor in charge, he naturally recognized Tang Mu.

What do you mean?

The writer Guo Ziming has a relationship with the priest.

But it's also a clue.

Tang Mu quickly found Father Jemet's home.

When handing over the photo, the nearly 50-year-old priest only had a kind face.

He said he had never met Guo Ziming.

All threads are interrupted.

Tang Mu could only wander around the village aimlessly.

All I heard around here were people talking about Father Jemet.

The priest is the spiritual belief of this village.

Father Jemet, on the other hand, obviously shoulders this responsibility well.

People said he was amazing.

"It must be the spokesperson of the gods."

Tang Mu didn't take it seriously, she didn't have faith in God.

It is estimated that due to the closure of villages and towns, some simple worship is more likely to arise.

"It is said that the priest will perform a miracle later."