Chapter 169: Observing the Observer

Drip.

The cold blood flowed down her cheek to her chin, falling crisply.

A lifeless woman's face occupied his vision. Shen Qing turned his head stiffly and saw the silver-white van parked beside him.

He suddenly remembered where he had seen this car.

In a news report three years ago.

"This is, the car A-Zhen and her boyfriend were driving at the time..."

The thought in his brain hadn't yet formed, and his body, overly frightened, had moved on its own. Shen Qing came to his senses, and the oil-tea tree at the town entrance and the van parked under the tree had already been left behind. He was running for his life along the dusty street, without a destination.

A shrill and long moan came from behind; it was Tang Xin's voice.

Shen Qing didn't know what she had encountered, and didn't want to know. The successive terrifying encounters had made him give up thinking, only knowing how to empty his body and run forward, without a destination.

There was a moment he even felt it would be fine to just die here, at least he wouldn't have to worry and suffer in despair.

But soon such a thought dissipated. He couldn't die; he still had family.

His father was still hospitalized, and the reimbursement limit of medical insurance had long been overdrawn. Now he could only linger on simply because he paid the high treatment fees every day.

His pregnant wife was due to give birth in two months, and his eldest son was still at school age. The livelihood of the whole family depended on him, so he couldn't die here, absolutely not.

Shen Qing dared not imagine what his family's situation would be after he died. Only the heavy chain called responsibility was firmly tied to his neck, forcing a poor person whose will had long since collapsed to continue struggling to survive in despair.

Gradually, a huge face with cracks became clear in his vision. The moonlight projected down, illuminating the Buddha's face half-black and half-white.

Shen Qing's footsteps slowed down, and a bridge appeared in his vision, passing through the dried-up pool to the lotus pedestal under the Four-Faced Buddha.

"Ha... ha... hu... ha..."

His body, on the verge of its limit, panted heavily. Shen Qing supported himself and walked to the bridgehead, sitting down by the dry, rotten wooden railing.

Still arrived here.

Looking around, he didn't see anyone else. Xia Yubing, who had called him to come here not long ago, wasn't here either. The strange atmosphere gradually invaded the quiet air. Shen Qing adjusted his breathing and took out his phone from his pocket, intending to call Xia Yubing.

But perhaps it was the long-distance run that exhausted his body, and the phone fell to the ground as soon as he took it out.

The cracked phone fell to the edge of the pool, only a few centimeters away from falling below. Shen Qing panted and actually laughed: "Fortunately, it didn't fall into the pool, otherwise it would be miserable."

In the confusion and despair with no end in sight, even such a small piece of luck could make him feel overjoyed.

Shen Qing reached out and grasped the phone that had fallen to the ground.

Immediately after, a pale palm stretched up from the deep darkness under the pool, suddenly gripping his wrist.

"Ah—!"

The string that had been taut all along finally broke at this moment. Shen Qing was startled, struggling like a madman to stand up, forcibly breaking free from the hand that gripped his wrist, and while dancing and making neurotic strange noises, he jumped directly into the dried-up pool headfirst.

Crack—

It was the sound of bones breaking, mixed with the sticky sound of flesh tearing. Shen Qing fell to his death in the abyss under the Four-Faced Buddha's lotus pedestal.

The hand he had broken free from still gripped the edge of the pool tightly. Borrowing the railing of the bridgehead, it exerted force, bringing up a tall and thin man's body. Jiang Han climbed onto the ground, picked up the phone Shen Qing had dropped, his expression strange.

"Does he count as being scared to death by me?"

He really didn't expect that Shen Qing, this guy, would be so timid. He just wanted him to help pull him up, and this guy was scared into jumping into the pool and committing suicide...

This town is really getting stranger and stranger.

Jiang Han shook his head, his consciousness somewhat dazed: "Speaking of which, how did I come here?"

He remembered that he had previously... first answered Xia Chong's call to find the production team, but didn't find them, instead seeing a silver-white van, and A-Zhen who popped out from nowhere.

He was scared by A-Zhen and fled into the town in a panic, then saw Tang Xin who had fainted from low blood sugar by the road, so he fed her something to eat, and then...

And then what happened, he didn't know.

Jiang Han shook his head again, only feeling a stabbing pain in his temples. He took out his phone from his pocket, intending to call Xia Yubing again to ask where she was now.

The busy tone of "du du" rang three times, call failed.

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Looking at the red dialing failed interface on the screen, Jiang Han's expression became even gloomier.

It wasn't hanging up after answering, it wasn't no one answering, and it wasn't that the other party's phone was turned off, but that there was no signal, and the number couldn't be dialed out.

It was exactly the same as the situation when calling the production team before.

"What the hell is going on?!"

The cool evening breeze lifted his clothes, blowing his body completely cold. Jiang Han stuffed both phones into his pocket and walked toward the north of the small town.

—Xia Yubing entered Zanju Town from that direction, and her cat also got lost over there. He decided to go there and try his luck.

Jiang Han's footsteps gradually moved away, and the open space in the center of the town returned to silence. Only the stone-carved lotus pedestal still bloomed above the abyss, and the Buddha with four faces sat in the center of the square world.

For a long time.

A burst of hunting wind-breaking sound broke the empty silence and landed on half a small house facing the west side of the Buddha statue.

The reason it is called half a building is that the second floor of this mud-brick tiled house had collapsed, leaving only a few broken walls less than two meters high.

A magpie with black and white feathers landed on the wall, lowered its head, and picked up a phone stuck in the brick seam with its beak.

Immediately after, the magpie turned into a young man wearing an evil ghost mask. Ning Zhe held the phone and sat on the wall, pressing "Recording Ended" in the center of the screen.

The cool evening breeze blew his thin clothes, and Ning Zhe looked up, looking up at the cracked face of the Buddha not far away.

Ning Zhe collected 1 phone each from Xia Yubing and Xiao Ke, plus Shen Qing's backup phone and his own, a total of 4, each aimed at the east, south, west, and north sides of the Four-Faced Buddha.

Jiang Han's corpse was at the bottom of the pool on the west side, so Ning Zhe took this one first, his own phone.

"Okay, then let me see, what can be filmed with this preparation..."

Ning Zhe sat on the wall, gently clicked on the album, opened the video with a third-party video player, and turned on the highest 16x speed playback.

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