The mage in the city wants to practice Taoism

"The influence of that unknown thing is getting stronger and stronger!"

The few people who are still conscious can only pull each other, and if someone loses consciousness, they can immediately pull them back. It’s a temporary solution!

Wang Zhoulong looked at the long queue, the light of his mobile phone disappeared a lot, and felt a chill in his heart! But I still came up with an idea after discussing it with everyone.

He stood next to the smiling team that was moving forward in silence, with his back to the direction of travel. Others were pulling him. When someone came, he would pull someone to expand the size of his team.

I don’t know how long it took, but it seemed to be very fast and it seemed to be a long time. The impact became more and more serious. Some people only woke up one second, and then went back again after taking a look at the team the next second.

When there are more people, it is easier to have different ideas. After understanding the situation, some of the people who woke up were not willing to stay here and chose a new direction to leave. As a result, the light in their hands automatically merged into the team before they had gone far. Got hit. Some people thought they remembered the topography of this ecological park, gathered a group of people and walked towards the darkness, and soon they disappeared into the darkness.

"Mr. Wang, have you noticed? A few of us insist on waking up these people, but we are afraid of falling into that strange state, but it is not easy to fall into it. I guess this is a kind of mental influence. As long as we concentrate , if you don’t relax, you can achieve a certain degree of resistance.”

Wang Zhoulong looked at the people walking in front of him, and began to subconsciously dodge, and deliberately walked around his position and moved forward. I didn't know what I was thinking. I was in a daze for a moment. I was woken up by Wen Zongyou from behind, and I couldn't help but take a breath!

Stopping the thought of taking a few steps forward to pull people in, Wang Zhoulong looked at the people he had gathered and saw that they were no more than thirty. When he looked at the strangely silent and smiling team, he felt that there was a steady stream of people from the other side and felt the pain on his shoulders. After being patted again, he said:

"I'm fine... I know a psychiatrist. I heard from her that a normal person can stay focused for fifteen to fifty minutes... Have you noticed? Many people's mobile phones are out of battery. ...How about we go in the opposite direction?"

People would move away but still want to get closer. Isn't that a bit arrogant?

Wen Zongyou looked at his mobile phone and said silently:

"Everyone look at their mobile phones. Are they draining battery very quickly?"

Bai Shifei opened her mobile phone and said with some despair:

"It loses power quickly even when it's not in use."

A middle-aged man's voice sounded:

"It still loses power even when it's turned off..."

"Everyone has seen it, something is not normal here. Even if the power is cut off in this place, you can always see the light from the outside world, but there is no light at all. Could it be that the entire city is cut off from the power supply? Also, we were originally in It should be in the banquet hall, surrounded by tables and chairs, can anyone give me a chair to sit on for a while?"

Another young voice spoke. Wang Zhoulong thought for a while and said:

"There are only a little over a thousand people in total today. The people who passed me just now must have been five or six hundred. I remember that my position is at the back, so there shouldn't be that many people."

The light of mobile phones in the silent and smiling team became much sparser, and the light disappeared from time to time, but the long team could still be seen moving forward.

"It's like making a ghost movie..."

I don’t know who is saying the word that everyone is afraid of.

Bai Shifei resisted weakly: "Can you not say that word?"

Wang Zhoulong smiled silently. There were more than thirty people on his side, and now less than ten mobile phones were still on. Everyone was huddled together unconsciously, as if they were keeping each other warm. Not to mention that since they were huddled together, this There was not a single person in the group of more than thirty people who fell into the state of moving forward in silence and with a smile.

"Tell me, are we actually dreaming - ah... Ouch! Why are you pinching me so hard?"

Wen Zongyou smiled helplessly:

"Look! If it hurts so much, you must not be dreaming... In fact, everyone should have tried pinching themselves, right?"

"My mobile phone is about to run out of battery. If you haven't turned on the flashlight or turned on the phone, please turn it on and check the battery. There is no light at all. It's not comfortable."

Wang Zhoulong rubbed his pinched arm and looked at his cell phone.

"Everyone is dragging me to order. Let's take two steps this way without getting close to their scary queue. I remember the service desk is over here. There is a storage room behind the service desk, and there are several boxes of cigarettes in it. There should be a lot of lighters in the box..."

"Can it be done?"

"Let's try it!"

A few minutes later, more than thirty people hugging each other actually found the service desk and got cigarettes and lighters.

Then, dozens of people smoked together, no matter whether they smoked or not, they all choked, no one else, everyone was too close, the smoke was too strong!

However, everyone's anxious hearts were finally relieved for a moment.

Bai Shifei held a lit cigarette and did not smoke it, but looking at the burning red dot seemed to bring some reassurance, she frowned and asked:

"Xiao Shun, if you can find the service desk, can you find the way out?"

Wang Zhoulong pulled the debris under the service counter, tore up the paper boxes and plastic bags and put them together. He took out a bottle of wine, looked at it, fiddled with it and made a simple and crude Molotov cocktail, lit it on fire, and threw it out with all his strength. go out.

"Bang!" The Molotov cocktail exploded violently. Unfortunately, the alcohol content was not high, so it only burned for about ten seconds before gradually extinguishing.

"You see, there was supposed to be a stage next to it, but it's gone now; the Molotov cocktail I threw should have been thrown at the dining table, and the dining table and chairs are gone too!"

"It was a pure luck that I found this service desk! I was able to find it because of this electric wire on the ground. When I delivered cigarettes and alcohol in the morning, the skin of this wire was broken. It was scratched by the small truck I used to pull the goods. , I also wrapped it with tape, and I just stepped on the tape."

While Wang Zhoulong was talking, suddenly everyone's mobile phones ran out of battery, including the silent and smiling team in the distance. Only the lit cigarettes were left in the darkness, and fiery red spots flashed in the air!

Someone quickly took out their mobile phones that had been deliberately unused or simply turned off. They were all the same, dead. Everyone's mobile phone has different power levels and consumes power at different rates, but at this moment it was all out of power at the same time, as if something was draining the phone's power proportionally out of thin air.

Everyone seemed to have thought of this and fell into silent agreement.

"Pah!" Wang Zhoulong lit up the lighter. Everyone reacted and quickly picked up the lighters and lit the fire with a crackle.

"Hey! I said, don't do this. What should you do if you burn out the gas in the lighter?"

"Come closer, we don't know when we will be rescued. Let's dismantle the service desk later and light a fire!"

About thirty people held hands and formed a circle. A few strong ones were selected from the middle and smashed the wooden cabinets at the service desk. They took out all the things that could be used as fuel in the storage room and scrambled around in the storage room. A fire was lit at the door, and it was kept as light as possible. I didn't dare to make the fire too big for fear of wasting the extremely limited materials.

Everyone huddled together in the storage room again, and no one dared to talk about sitting around the fire. Finally, a "U" shape is formed, with the bottom of the U leaning against the innermost part of the storage room to ensure that everyone can see the firelight.

The crowd became quiet again, and a strange atmosphere gradually rose.

Wang Zhoulong sat outside the storage room and looked at the mechanical watch on his wrist by the light of the fire. It was just after ten o'clock in the evening. After working for so long, the time had only passed by so little. Looking back at everyone, they all stared blankly at the fire.

Something is wrong at this time! It feels like so long ago!

At least everyone's state shouldn't have occurred in more than two hours. At least they had to struggle for a day without any hope to achieve this kind of numb state! Isn’t there some saying about the golden 24 hours for rescue, or is it related to the psychology of the trapped people?

Wang Zhoulong only vaguely remembered some sayings he had heard at some time.

"Mr. Wang, don't you seem very afraid of this situation?"

Wang Zhoulong turned his head to look at Wen Zongyou who was speaking. This man was considered to be relatively calm and reliable among the group of people.

Everyone brushed up on this topic several times, but none of them went into the strange situation they encountered. The most direct one only mentioned the word "ghost film", but this situation seemed not to be explained by modern science at all. The phenomenon seems to be inseparable from the word "ghost". There is at least one "ghost hitting the wall", "ghost covering the eyes"...