Chapter 167: I Think Therefore You Are

Carrying the cat corpse with its head blown off, the bright red blood dripped along the way.

Passing through a long alley overgrown with weeds, the front suddenly opened up, and a three-meter-high lotus pedestal came into view. A four-faced Buddha with four faces on its head sat on the lotus pedestal, eight arms forming eight different Zen seals, the common point being that all palms were facing the sky.

The lotus pedestal was located in a dried-up pool, a square deep pit dug by hand surrounding the base of the Buddha statue, like an ancient moat surrounding the lotus pedestal in the center.

Xia Yubing walked across the bridge to the bottom of the lotus pedestal, looking left and right but not seeing Jiang Han's figure, so she took out her cracked phone and sent him a message:

【I've arrived under the Buddha statue, where are you?】

Jiang Han replied in seconds:

【I'm under the bridge, in the pool】

Xia Yubing looked back at the bridge she had just walked over in confusion, and while walking back, typed and asked:

【What are you doing running down there?】

Jiang Han:

【I'm afraid that what's waiting for me isn't you, but a ghost】

That's true... in this ghost place of Zanju Town, people can't even rest in peace after they die; who knows what kind of thing will be standing in front of you the next second?

Walking to the bridgehead, Xia Yubing put her phone into her bag. At this distance, shouting could also be heard, so there was no need for the phone: "Jiang Han! Are you down there?"

"Here!" Jiang Han's voice came from under the bridge: "Below!"

Xia Yubing looked around, not seeing any steps or ladders or ropes to go down, and couldn't help but feel confused in her heart: "How did this guy get down there..."

At this moment, a soft hand gently rested on her shoulder, and Ning Zhe's voice came from behind: "What are you doing here?"

"Jiang Han is down there." Xia Yubing looked up somewhat puzzled: "Didn't you hear him shouting just now?"

Ning Zhe shook his head: "Didn't hear it."

Xiao Ke on the side also shook her head: "I didn't hear it either."

"Eh?" Xia Yubing was stunned: "Only I heard it?"

"Looks like it." Ning Zhe's face was hidden behind the mask, and his expression couldn't be seen.

"Maybe you were standing far away just now, so you didn't hear it." Xia Yubing tried hard not to let herself think wildly in the direction of ghosts and gods, and shouted toward under the bridge again: "Jiang Han! How did you get down there? Hurry up and come up!"

This time Jiang Han didn't respond.

Under the old wooden bridge was the dried-up pool, pitch-black, deep, and empty. The moonlight didn't shine in this direction, and standing at the bridgehead looking down, one could only see a piece of sticky pitch-black, and deathly silence.

"Did you hear him answer you?" Ning Zhe asked.

Xia Yubing shook her head stiffly: "No..."

"I see." Ning Zhe grabbed Xia Yubing's arm, pulled her up, pushed her behind him, and then took out a high-intensity flashlight from his bag—this was equipment Shen Qing had left in the stairwell, which Ning Zhe had brought along, slung around his waist together with his travel bag.

The specially made high-intensity flashlight didn't scatter light as easily as an ordinary flashlight. When the lamp bead lit up, it was a thick beam of light projecting straight forward, the focusing effect somewhat like an enlarged and thickened version of a Jedi lightsaber, branding a bright white light circle on the pitch-black pool bottom.

The round bright light, accompanied by the rotation of Ning Zhe's wrist, swept smoothly over the pitch-black under the bridge, illuminating a piece of dried-up pool bottom. At the bottom of the pool, a broken palm lay crookedly, stretching toward the sky. The wrinkled skin was like white jade—no, not like, it was white jade.

One after another, the flashlight beam swept slowly, illuminating humanoid stone statues lying in disarray at the bottom of the pool, some missing arms and legs, some paralyzed, some simply headless, and some with only one leg left.

Countless humanoid stone statues filled the dried-up pool, spreading out a piece of silent cleanliness.

In a piece of cleanliness, Ning Zhe captured a touch of vibrant, bright red that was out of place, appearing out of place and exceptionally striking under the support of the desolate white atmosphere at the bottom of the pool.

That was fresh blood that hadn't yet coagulated. The bright red color showed no signs of dimming. Ning Zhe moved the flashlight along the direction of the blood spray, and a corpse with eyes wide open in death appeared before everyone's eyes.

That was a naked man lying in a "big" shape at the bottom of the pool, with no cloth on his body at all. A white stone arm pierced out from his abdomen and pointed straight to the sky, bringing out a series of pink-white intestines wrapped dryly around the hard arm bend.

The strong light shot from the flashlight splashed on the surface of his lifeless body like mercury, spreading a circle of silver-white halo. Jiang Han's corpse arched upward, surrounded by countless broken stone carvings carrying and clustering his naked corpse, the strange posture making one's scalp tingle.

But in this strange atmosphere, there lingered a taste that couldn't be described or understood, called "holiness."

Yes, holiness, or to change an adjective—divinity.

Ning Zhe frowned, took out his phone, adjusted the zoom ratio of the camera to the maximum, acted as a telescope, and carefully observed this corpse with a strange death posture. He remembered some very bad things.

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"Are you sure you heard Jiang Han shouting at you just now?" Ning Zhe said indifferently.

Xia Yubing, who was shocked by the terrifying scene under the bridge and couldn't make a sound, woke up like a dream, her two legs trembling, and she nodded repeatedly, trembling: "Right... I, I am very sure, I really heard him shouting at me, he even replied to my message just now..."

"Give me the phone." Ning Zhe reached out behind him: "Tell me your experience just now in detail."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." At this moment, Xia Yubing was unprecedentedly obedient.

Taking her phone, Ning Zhe quickly read the conversation between the two in the chat box just now. It was a very normal conversation, nothing suspicious, and it did sound like something Jiang Han himself would say.

After listening to Xia Yubing's narrative, Ning Zhe pondered for a moment and said:

"Just now Xiao Ke and I were behind you, only two steps away. You said you heard Jiang Han's voice at the bridge, so why couldn't we hear it, and only you heard it?"

Xia Yubing shook her head blankly: "I don't know..."

"That's right, because you didn't know he was already dead, so from your perspective, Jiang Han was still alive. A living Jiang Han can of course communicate with you."

And after being called out and reminded by Ning Zhe, Xia Yubing realized in her subconscious that Jiang Han might have died, so she could no longer hear his voice.

Ning Zhe stood up, returned the phone to Xia Yubing, turned to look at Xiao Ke beside him, and continued: "You went to play One, Two, Three, Wooden Man with the stone statues because someone tipped you in the stream.

But as far as I know, after 18:00 on the afternoon of July 10, the streams of all 5 of you were interrupted, and they were interrupted at the same time."

That is to say, under the condition that the signal was blocked, why were there still bullet comments and gifts refreshing in Xiao Ke's stream? And it could even incite her to go play games with the stone statues in the courtyard?

Because the streamer herself didn't know the stream had been interrupted.

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Because the streamer themselves did not know that the live broadcast had been interrupted.

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