Chapter 168: Different Observation Angles Present Different Results

The moon climbed from the east to the west, and the time came to the second half of the night.

A disheveled figure climbed over the low perimeter wall by the street and ran hurriedly to the entrance of the town. The dark blue plaid suit was soaked with sweat from the long-distance run; this was Deeply Shen Qingge Shen Qing, who had just escaped from the town.

He came all the way to the southernmost part of Zanju Town. The dilapidated buildings retreated from both sides of the field of vision, and a crooked oil-tea tree came into view. The wasteland overgrown with weeds outside the town was where they had stayed when they arrived, and the production team's car was parked under the tree.

But Shen Qing looked up, and didn't see the tents or campfires set up by the production team, nor did he see the iconic RV. The two modified off-road SUVs were also nowhere to be seen. Only a silver-white van was parked alone under the tree, and the broken glass on the ground by the car reflected scattered light.

Shen Qing's footsteps paused; he knew that the thing he feared most had really happened.

On the way back to the town entrance, he had never given up trying to contact the outside world, but whether it was the call to the production team, his own family's plea for help, or the information sent, even the system's built-in emergency call function had no response.

Because the escape was too hasty, his travel bag was left in the building before and wasn't brought along, so he couldn't get the satellite phone inside. But Shen Qing felt that even if he had gotten the satellite phone, it would likely be in vain; this wasn't something that could be explained by a simple signal blocking.

The moment he saw the already dead Xiao Ke standing in front of him, Shen Qing understood that in this abandoned, deserted small town, there existed some kind of strange phenomenon that he couldn't understand and couldn't describe.

"Ha... ha..."

Shen Qing supported his knees with both hands, panting rapidly. He didn't usually exercise, and the desperate running for a long time made his alveoli feel a burst of burning pain. He tried hard to look up at the silver-white van parked under the tree, and suddenly had a sense of déjà vu.

"Qin-c... I seem to have seen this car somewhere?" Shen Qing muttered in his heart: "Where was it?"

Before he could figure out this question, a rustling sound suddenly interrupted Shen Qing's thoughts, like the sound of clothing rubbing when a person walks. The van parked under the tree swayed slightly, and the coincidental evening breeze sent a thin cloud, covering the moon in the sky, leaving Shen Qing in pitch darkness.

In the darkness, only the phone screen emitted a faint fluorescent light. The rustling sound seemed not to come from the van's carriage but appeared directly in his ears. It seemed that something was quietly curled up in the darkness, waiting for an opportunity to move.

However, the wind came and went quickly. When the dark clouds drifted away, the cold moonlight spilled onto the oil-tea tree again, and Shen Qing saw the silver-white van clearly once more.

And a white hand reaching out from the car window.

Without the slightest hesitation, Shen Qing turned and ran.

But before he had run a few steps, the sound from behind made him slow his pace, half-believing and half-doubting.

"Deeply Shen Qingge? Why are you here?"

A sweet and soft voice, with a bit of coquettishness, Shen Qing was very familiar with this voice; it was one of the streamers who entered Zanju Town with him, Tang Xin.

Shen Qing turned around and sure enough saw the girl's beautiful face. Tang Xin held onto the car window with both hands, struggling to climb out from inside, her dress torn in several places by the broken glass.

She got to the ground and asked Shen Qing: "Where are the others?"

Shen Qing's Adam's apple moved, and he shook his head tentatively: "I, I don't know, I don't know where the others are."

"You don't know either." Tang Xin said, taking a piece of chocolate from her bag, biting off a small piece after unwrapping it, and saying: "The production team doesn't know where they ran off to, and I can't get through on the phone. Deeply Shen Qingge, can you get through to contact the outside?"

Shen Qing shook his head again: "No, can't our phones get through? The signal here seems to be blocked."

"Oh..." Tang Xin was so disappointed.

Shen Qing stared at her chest for a long time, confirming that Tang Xin's chest had the rise and fall caused by breathing, and only then did he feel slightly relieved. He walked close to her and asked: "Where did this van come from, and why were you in this van?"

Tang Xin bit a piece of chocolate and replied: "I had a low blood sugar attack before, and I don't know who took the candy I had in my bag. I almost fainted... Later, I returned here, didn't find the production team, and only saw this van. When I came, the car window was already broken, and there were some daily necessities and instant food inside, as well as chocolate, energy bars, and the like. I was afraid I would have another low blood sugar attack, so I just climbed in and took some."

"As for where this car came from... I don't know either." Tang Xin swallowed the last small piece of chocolate, crumpled the packaging paper into a ball, and stuffed it into her pocket, then continued: "This town is really strange."

"Who says it isn't." Shen Qing sighed, brushing past Tang Xin without changing his expression, his fingertips brushing her forearm.

There is body temperature, it's a living person.

Great...

Shen Qing felt relieved in his heart. At this moment, a buzzing vibration suddenly came from his left palm; someone was calling.

Tang Xin opened her eyes wide and looked at him incredulously. Shen Qing picked up the phone and looked; the caller was—Xia Chong.

"Hello? What's the matter?" Shen Qing answered vigilantly and asked.

The speaker was silent for a moment, and then Xia Yubing's voice sounded: "Where did you suddenly run off to? We've all been looking for you."

"I..." Shen Qing hesitated.

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He actually didn't want to answer this call. After witnessing the strange phenomena on Xiao Ke's corpse, his trust in others had dropped to the lowest point. Under the condition that the signal was blocked and he couldn't contact the outside world, this one call successfully got through. Who could be sure that the person on the other end of the phone was a living person or a dead person?

"It's Xia Chong." Tang Xin heard the voice and felt much more relaxed, but was also a bit puzzled. How did her phone get through?

While Shen Qing was hesitating, Xia Yubing's voice sounded from the speaker again: "Forget it, don't worry about that, can you come to the center of the town as soon as possible? We have something we need your help with, right under the Buddha statue of the Four-Faced Buddha, can you come?"

Xia Chong's statement was even more suspicious...

Shen Qing's hesitation in his heart deepened. Isn't this the routine often seen in horror movies where a ghost tricks someone to a place alone and then kills them?

It was even too routine.

"Okay, I'll go." Shen Qing pretended to agree, thinking he definitely couldn't go.

"If you can be fast, be as fast as possible, sorry to trouble you."

Hanging up the phone, Shen Qing lowered his arm holding the phone, his eyes somewhat dazed, not knowing what he was thinking.

Tang Xin looked at him curiously, feeling that Deeply Shen Qingge looked really strange now, but there were too many strange places, and she didn't know where to start asking.

At this moment, Tang Xin's peripheral vision suddenly caught a tall and thin woman's figure standing motionless beside the trunk of the oil-tea tree.

It was a woman wearing a wide men's windbreaker, with slightly curly long hair scattered on her shoulders. Bright red blood slid down from the woman's earlobe, flowing all the way to her shoulder along her wheat-colored skin.

She seemed to have been standing there from the beginning, just only discovered now.

The woman's mouth didn't open or close, only a hoarse voice drifted from her throat:

"You, stole my things."

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