I wanted to get in and see the current date. But the driver only showed the time above his phone. It was three in the morning, and it was almost the darkest moment.

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

Without moonlight or starlight, there is no movement at all.

The driver used his mobile phone to locate his place.

This is Guangyuan Highway.

I have never heard of this road. There are many places called Guangyuan all over the country.

I still remember seeing popular science on a public account on social networking websites before. There are so many mountains, rivers and roads named "Guangyuan" because in ancient times there was a famous scholar named Guangyuan who liked to travel around the world. When he arrived at a place, he was regarded as a guest of honor by local officials and invited to visit the local mountains and rivers. What he was more high-end was that ordinary people engraved "Go Here" on the mountain walls of tourist attractions, which was to destroy cultural relics. He was invited by local officials to leave calligraphy, write "Go Here", and put a note, and then he could be framed and hung in local famous places and historical sites. These calligraphy treasures were naturally not left behind, but the places where he left calligraphy gradually changed their names and became "Guangyuan".

Most people don’t know about such an anecdote. If you know it, you just think it’s fun.

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

I can only record the name Guangyuan Highway.

If the ghost cannot be solved in the dream and the dream is out, I will also look for Qingye’s people to check it out.

When I was thinking about these things, the driver had already explained the location 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.

This name is a bit strange and easy to remember.

After finishing the call, Zheng Motian relaxed and looked through the news on his phone.

I saw the current date.

January 29, 2014.

Twelve years have passed since the 2002 car accident.

This time makes it 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, called "Tianya Hiker". Zheng Motian should be a Hiker.

I don't know if he is alone or is going to be able to get along with others.

Some messages appeared in the group. Those members did not display their names, but only showed their avatars.

A man who used selfies as avatars to joke with Zheng Motian, "It's not easy to drive, and you have to go into the mountains?"

Below is a person who uses the mountain peak as his avatar, "Who will Brother Motian go hiking with this time?"

Zheng Motian’s avatar is a skyscraper. It is not a particularly iconic building, but a straight quadrangle, and there is no way to tell where it is.

Zheng Motian replied: "One person. There are many people who are noisy."

"What are you doing now if you think there are too many people?" The selfie man laughed again.

"I'm waiting for the trailer. I have nothing to do." Zheng Motian was not angry.

The topic in the group changed quickly.

Several people shared their photos and videos, saying that they were taken together last time. 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 familiar.

I looked around.

The yin energy has not dissipated yet, but it is still like a layer of mist, filling all the areas where I see it.

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

Zheng Motian became impatient, but he couldn't even turn into rescue.

His mobile phone received a prompt message saying that the traffic exceeded the standard.

Zheng Motian wanted to join the group to chat again, but suddenly realized that he could not send a message. The query text message he sent also became a failure to send. Zheng Motian called with a dark face, but the phone was not dialed at all.

The machine is down.

I realized this, and Zheng Motian also realized it.

"Fuck!" he cursed.

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

Zheng Motian went to the car and looked for a charger. The car charger failed. His power bank could not charge his phone.

"What's going on!" Zheng Motian cursed.

I feel that the surrounding environment is getting colder. This should be my psychological effect.

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

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

Without being able to contact the outside world, it means that there is no way to seek help. At the same time, it also means that no one knows the true cause of the victim's death.

I thought of a little expert in dying.

That live broadcast has broken this "unspoken rule".

During that live broadcast, the live broadcast screen was normal, and the slaughtered expert was unable to contact the outside world with his mobile phone. In hindsight, it was a phenomenon full of maliciousness and suggestion.

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

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

If he is dead, what's the point of that ghost doing this?

Before the phone was turned off, the displayed time had already become 5:39.

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

There are no stars and moons, nor traces of dark clouds. The sky is as dark as the mobile phone screen.

Zheng Motian began to feel uneasy.

He looked at the compass and looked at the headlights that were still on.

The shadow of the tree forms a terrifying picture, but the strong light seems to give people a sense of confidence.

I felt Zheng Motian’s thoughts.

He was counting. Starting from 1, he counted to 3600 patiently, and then counting from 1.

He is using this stupid method to calculate time.

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

His mood changed completely.

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

Those equipment should be photography equipment, which looks very heavy.

After thinking for a while, he only took a SLR, took out paper and pen from the car, wrote a note to explain his direction of moving forward, and put it on the window glass.

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

There was a figure in the shadow of the tree.

The figure is pulled long like the shadow of a tree, overlapping with the shadow of a tree. It looks like a person being inserted into some kind of torture instrument.

Zheng Motian's footsteps were a little hesitant, and he made a rustling sound on the grass, but soon the footsteps became calm and powerful.

He bypassed some trees blocking the way and insisted on walking south.

He did not count again, but there were recording tools on the compass, which kept turning as Zheng Motian advanced.

After walking for a while, Zheng Motian would take photos with SLRs and record his progress.

The light of the headlights reached its limit a long time ago. Now Zheng Motian is illuminating with the searchlight on his head. As for the equipment, he is well prepared and walking in the woods is fine.

I paid attention to the yin energy around me, but these yin energy are really as distributed evenly as air, without any abnormalities.

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

I followed Zheng Motian, not feeling tired, but I was worried that such walking would become endless. Zheng Motian would be trapped in the woods, while I would be trapped in the dream.

Just as I was thinking about it, I saw the light.

There is a faint light ahead.

Zheng Motian was very happy and quickened his pace.

It took only two or three minutes to reach the end of the forest, which originally seemed boundless.

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

In the distance, a car was driving. The front lights of the car were dazzling.

Zheng Motian's emotions were conveyed to my mind. He thought he had done it right. He walked in that direction and could indeed get out.

I looked at the vehicle approaching, and my heart was covered with dark clouds.
To be continued...