I descend into the world of heaven

Dai Feng and Yao Xianwen walked for a while and saw two people approaching in front of them. They were startled and hurriedly hid in the darkness of the flower bed next to them.

The person who came was wearing a security uniform from a software park. He was flashing a flashlight in his hand, as if he was handing over something...

Dai Feng listened attentively and was a little dumbfounded. The two security guards were talking about New Year's Eve, year-end bonuses and cordial greetings to the eighteen generations of the boss's family.

The steps of the two security guards were steady, their faces were rosy, and they did not have the lifeless aura of ghosts.

Dai Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

Yao Xianwen, who was next to him, lowered his voice slightly and said, "They seem to be heading towards our office building."

When Dai Feng heard this, it was all right. There was a ghost in the building. He still didn't know what the real ghost looked like. He had only seen computer pictures and a few corpses.

"No, you have to tell them!"

"Don't worry, Brother Feng!"

Yao Xianwen grabbed Dai Feng and said, "Brother Feng, you are so kind! So many people died in that building. Only the two of us and the fat man walked out of the building. Now jump out, no matter whether we are suspected or not. There’s no way to escape, you still have a fire ax in your hand.”

Dai Feng had experienced so much and his mind was a little dizzy.

He put down the fire ax and rubbed his face vigorously. He became more awake and understood that Yao Xianwen was telling the truth.

The top priority is to find another cobblestone that fell in the park. With this treasure as a talisman, they should be able to spend the night safely...

But those two security guards...

Dai Feng took out his mobile phone and found that there was a signal on it. Not only that, when he walked out of the building, he found that it seemed that the inside and outside of the building were completely two worlds, and it seemed that the outside was not affected by ghosts at all. He looked back at the building where the company was located, and his eyes twitched. Everything in the building was normal, and even the car that the fat man crashed was missing.

Wait for the two security guards to go away.

Dai Feng stood up and put the fire ax in his belt at the back of his shirt.

This is not one of those medium-sized axes, and the back is wide enough that it wouldn't be obvious if covered with a suit jacket. Although he was afraid of being misunderstood because of the axe, he was even more afraid of not having the sense of security brought by the axe...

The two people quickened their pace and walked in the park, and soon arrived at Building 3. They searched carefully, staring at the ground as if scanning.

The ground of the park is made of cement. If a dent is made, it will be obvious...

They searched back and forth twice.

Yao Xianwen shouted in surprise: "Found it!"

Sure enough, there was a pit with oval-shaped pebbles lying inside. However, the blood-red color of the pebbles occupies more of the space, with only a small amount of white space.

He quickly picked up the pebbles, as if he had found a treasure, and said happily: "Great, with this amulet, we are safe! Brother Feng, let's go to my house tonight. It's safe for the two of us. I have a car. I'm here." Where’s the parking lot?”

Dai Feng said in surprise: "Are you still driving here?"

Yao Xianwen smiled and said, "I definitely have to drive, but my car is quite valuable. I was afraid of feeling alienated from my colleagues when I drove it downstairs to the company, so I parked it in the parking lot for a long time. It won't break down that easily anyway."

The two came to the parking lot, and Dai Feng saw Yao Xianwen's "somewhat valuable" car, which was a Maserati.

Sitting in the car, Dai Feng quickly took out the fire ax from his back and carefully placed it on the floor mat, for fear of damaging the car. Seeing him like this, Yao Xianwen said with a nonchalant look on his face: "Brother Feng, don't be like this, my life is saved by you, why would you care about a car? You just smashed it to pieces today, and even if I frown, it's all my grandson." !

Yao Xianwen started the car.

Dai Feng looked at the night outside the car window and said by mistake: "Let's go to the city and look for that white light."

Yao Xianwen glanced at the rearview mirror and said: "Brother Feng, it's too dangerous outside. My mind is filled with images of dead people. To be honest, I feel like I will never work overtime in my life..."

He turned on the radio.

The audio hissed twice, and the host's urgent tone came: "Dear listeners, our police have received many alarm cases tonight. Although it is not good to say this on New Year's Eve, I still have to talk to you. Everyone! It has been half an hour since midnight, and there have been more than 4,000 reports of ghosts... and this is only limited to our Ohara City!

I repeat again, whether the case is really a supernatural phenomenon is still under investigation, but friends, please go home, do not communicate with strangers, close the doors and windows, and ensure your own life safety! "

Depend on……

Yao Xianwen patted the steering wheel: "Damn it, I dared to broadcast it for half an hour, how serious must it actually be..."

Dai Feng turned on his mobile phone and started the online live broadcast. He frowned. The New Year's Eve program was still going on, and the live broadcasts of various singing, dancing and basketball games were not interrupted. Logically speaking, it was already very serious when it reached the level of official broadcast. How could there be such entertainment things taking up resources? ?

His eyes fell on the Maserati radio channel display, and he was silent for a moment: "You must be on the F channel."

Yao Xianwen nodded and said, "Yes, I usually listen to something."

Dai Feng said: "I remember that the frequency of our civilian f-band is usually between eighty and one hundred. The frequency of your radio seems to be a little wrong..."

Yao Xianwen glanced at it, his scalp suddenly numb, because 444.444 was clearly displayed on the screen. What the hell frequency is this! Although he doesn't understand the broadcasting industry, he also knows that ordinary people in China cannot see this kind of frequency!

The host of the radio was still broadcasting, but his voice became hoarse and blurred: "Please...please friends...don't come out...lock yourself at home...don't...no, don't let your body be exposed."

The screen starts flashing.

Yao Xianwen looked ugly: "Damn, come again?"

He quickly put the pebbles he picked up in the park into the water cup trough on the armrest. The frequency on the radio began to bounce back and was fixed at a position of more than 90. The car was replaced by the music being played, and the screen stopped flickering...

Yao Xianwen's hands trembled slightly and he said, "I'm going to sleep holding this stone tonight!"

The car had left the software park and entered the national highway. The street lights were swaying and the neon lights of the shops were flashing. Dai Feng took out his own cobblestone, stared at it for a while and said, "Xianwen, let's go to the city first to find the person in that light. I don't know. Why, I have a feeling...we'd be safer if we could find this guy.

You have also seen that the pebbles seem to be consumables. I don’t know how long it can block the supernatural. The people in the light come from the sky just like the pebbles. "

Yao Xianwen was startled by the radio. He had no good solution at this time and said, "Then just listen to Brother Feng."

After driving for about an hour, they arrived in the city. Due to the Chinese New Year, many shops had been closed for the Chinese New Year. Only a few bars and the like were open. The two of them parked the car on the roadside in the city center. Yao Xianwen asked: "Brother Feng, we have arrived, where should we go next?"

Dai Feng didn't know that even in a place as big as the Software Park, his judgment would be off by one building if a pebble fell. This was more than fifty kilometers away, and a five-kilometer deviation would be considered an anthropometric device.

He saw the 24-hour unmanned small supermarket and said, "Let's buy two flashlights and batteries, and two power banks."

Yao Xianwen was puzzled and followed him into the small supermarket and asked, "What are you buying these for?"

Dai Feng took two sets of brand new flashlights with batteries and replied: "I found something that can warn ghosts of their appearance, and that is lights. When I came out of our company, I found that when ghosts appeared, the lights would start to flash. If the frequency of flashing increases, it means that the ghost is approaching quickly or is preparing to attack us..."

Yao Xianwen understood: "So the flashlight is used as an alarm? Why don't we use mobile phones? It will also flash..."

Dai Feng said: "The mobile phone is a relatively important messaging tool. If you don't have to, don't use it to avoid damage. And a flashlight like this is high quality and cheap. Replace the battery when it's out of power. If the bulb is broken, rotate it to replace the lamp bead. It's very Convenient.”

When they came out of the supermarket, their left pocket was full of batteries and their right pocket was full of lamp beads.

It was late at night, after twelve o'clock, but there was no one on the road. For example, the entrance to the bar was still very lively, and there were scavengers carrying large bags rummaging through garbage in the garbage station in the distance.

Yao Xianwen tested the flashlight back and forth, shining the light on the faces of the group of people at the door of the bar opposite.

The group of people looked over one after another, and one of them yelled and pointed at Yao Xianwen: "Look at your mother, are you looking for death?"

This man was wearing a T-shirt, with a strong build, a short haircut, and a loud voice that even echoed, attracting the attention of Dai Feng and the rag pickers...

Ban Cun Tou led a group of people over in a mighty manner. When they arrived, the strong smell of alcohol hit their faces.

Yao Xianwen was a little embarrassed and said with a smile: "I just bought a flashlight to try out the light."

Half an inch of hair had some alcohol on his head, and his speech was a little slurred. He pressed Yao Xianwen's shoulder with his right hand and said, "I just bought a stick, and I want to test its hardness with your face!"

Dai Feng hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Brother, I'm really sorry. Can I buy cigarettes for some of my buddies?"

There is a small supermarket right behind you, so spending a few bucks can save you a lot of trouble.

Unexpectedly, Bancun raised his hand and gave Dai Feng a slap in the face, scolding: "Who are you? Who didn't tighten his belt and exposed you? Why are you pretending!"

Dai Feng's sub-healthy body could not withstand the slap, and he fell to the ground.

When Yao Xianwen saw this, he got angry and said, "Fuck you!" The flashlight in his hand hit the half-inch head directly! He turned around and was about to pull Dai Feng down on the ground. Unexpectedly, he was kicked in the back by an accomplice with half an inch of hair. He stumbled forward and threw himself into Dai Feng...

Ban Cun covered his forehead with a fierce look in his eyes, looking around for something he could find. Suddenly he saw an old man in ragged clothes standing next to him. His face was full of wrinkles like knife carvings, his back was hunched, and he was holding a torn sack on his body. He didn't know what was inside. Packing something. In his left hand, he holds a pair of fire pliers similar to those used to hold briquettes in the 1990s.

He reached out to snatch the fire pliers from the old man's hand: "Damn old man, give me something to use!"

Um?

The old man had the fire pliers in his hand, but he couldn't even grab half an inch of them!

He said angrily: "Give it to me!"

I didn't notice it just now, it was a close encounter.

Bancun Tou noticed that the old man's complexion was gray-white, like that of a dead person. When his hand touched the old man, he also felt a cold feeling. The weather was so cold, ice was normal.

The old man grinned, stretched his left hand forward, put his five fingers together, shook it, and made a motion to ask for something.

Everyone present was confused.

Is this old man crazy about picking up trash?

It doesn’t matter what the occasion is.

The rough sound of sandpaper rubbing against each other came out of the old man's throat: "Bottle... bottle..."

It took Bancuntou a long time to react, pointed at the old man, looked at his accomplice and laughed: "This old ghost wants a bottle from me!"

The old man seemed unable to see their ridicule, and just said stiffly: "Give me the bottle..."

Dai Feng and Yao Xianwen, who were lying on the ground, had already gotten up. They wanted to take advantage of the opportunity and run away, but these gangsters obviously wanted to make fun of the poor old scavenger.

Dai Feng couldn't help but said: "Old man, leave quickly!"

The old man acted as if he hadn't heard anything and said like a donkey, "Give me the bottle!"

His voice was cold, as if he was giving an order.

Dai Feng wanted to punch Half an Inch in the head to make the tiger leave the mountain, but suddenly he noticed something flickering. He looked down and saw that the flashlight switch in his pocket was accidentally turned on. The light bulb was flickering, and the frequency gradually increased...

Ah this!

The street lights were also flickering, reflecting the old man's gray face.

Dai Feng took a few steps back, and he and Yao Xianwen looked at each other heart-to-heart, and both understood the meaning in each other's eyes: "This old man is a ghost"!

They turned around and ran away without saying a word!

"Fuck, bro, they ran away!"

A Huangmao noticed the movement and said hurriedly!

Half an inch of hair couldn't grab the tongs from the old man's hand. Feeling that he had lost face, he raised his hand and slapped the old man on the face: "Fuck the bottle, do you want my head?"

The old man received a slap in the face, his body shook a few times, and he laughed in his throat: "If you want...I want anything...give it to me."

He raised his left hand and touched the half-inch head. The next second, something terrible happened. The half-inch head fell off and rolled on the ground. There was no blood, as if the doll model had lost its head...

The old man tremblingly raised his foot and crushed the head into pieces. Then he slowly picked up the pieces piece by piece with tongs and put them into the sack. His expression was natural, as if he were picking up garbage.

Everyone was stunned.

When did the brain become so fragile?

Huang Mao in the crowd didn't believe in evil. He stepped forward and gently pushed the half-inch body. Bang, the body fell to the ground, and blood slowly flowed out from the neck and formed a pool of blood! The crowd suddenly exploded. They usually behaved in a morally corrupt manner, but they had never seen such a scene. It was really outrageous.

After picking up the pieces, the old man stretched out his left hand again and looked at Huang Mao: "Here, give me the bottle."

Huang Mao had goosebumps all over his body, his feet were like lead, and he said with a sad face: "Bottle, I don't have a bottle, uncle..."

The old man ignored it and repeated asking for a bottle.

Huang Maoru woke up from his dream and turned to look at the 24-hour supermarket next to him. Bottles, there were bottles inside! He immediately rushed over and asked to scan the QR code when he entered. He took out his mobile phone and swiped on the screen with trembling fingers. He couldn't find the program to scan the QR code for a long time.

The old man's footsteps sounded, and the tongs were slowly dragged on the ground...

Huang Mao almost cried.

He finally opened the program and scanned the QR code on the door. Click, the lock on the glass door opened...

At this moment, Huang Mao felt something touch the back of his head, and his vision moved upward uncontrollably, spinning around. Then he saw his body standing at the door of the small supermarket, and his head was in a trance: This...I body of?

A foot enlarged in front of him, bang...

The old man slowly picked up the fragments of the yellow-haired head on the ground with the tongs, taking his time.

Some of those people reacted and shouted: "This old man is not a human being!"

There is no way, in this era, there are many people who practice performance art, but it is also relatively peaceful. Two people died in less than two minutes, and it was so outrageous that anyone would feel trapped...

"Buy a bottle quickly..."

"Buy your mother, run away!"

One man wanted to buy a bottle, but was slapped on the face by his companion.

The crowd dispersed, running in twos and threes in different directions. The old man didn't stop him, he just stretched out his hand and counted slowly: "One, two, three, four..." He slowly walked away from one of them with a sack on his back. As he walked in the direction, the blood in the sack seeped out, stained his pants, flowed into his shoes, and left bloody footprints on the concrete floor.

On the way, Dai Feng and Yao Xianwen ran out of breath. They stopped when the flashlight light stabilized.

Yao Xianwen looked back several times and gasped: "It doesn't seem to be catching up, so what the hell is that!"

Dai Feng looked around eagerly: "Look for a convenience store, we need bottles!"

Yao Xianwen was stunned for a moment: "Bottle?"

He said: "You want to give that ghost a bottle?"

Dai Feng felt a little cold when he breathed the air at this time. He forced himself to calm down and said: "I guess the ghosts I encountered tonight have a certain pattern of action. Let's call this pattern a restriction. That is to say, no matter what is in the office building, The gangster, the radio ghost in the car, and the scavenger just now, it’s not that easy for them to kill people. They must meet the corresponding conditions before they can break through the restrictions and complete the murder..."

Yao Xianwen seemed to have caught something and said, "Brother, you mean this bottle..."

Dai Feng nodded and found that there was an unmanned convenience store not far ahead. There were actually quite a few such stores because there were many night owls in big cities, especially in the city centers.

He hurriedly walked over there and explained: "The feeling these ghosts give me is not like those in movies and TV shows where they can kill people at will because of grudges and grudges. They all have restrictions! Just like the old scavenger just now Gui, his identity is a scavenger, and it is reasonable to ask for a bottle, but if he cannot give him a bottle, it is likely to trigger the murder conditions. Although I did not see him killing anyone, there was a scream behind us as soon as we ran. The explanation should be correct.”

Yao Xianwen touched the pebbles in his pocket. He had already taken them out of the armrest box when he got off the car. How could he forget such a life-saving thing in the car.

He said: "Brother Feng, we have this amulet, just run."

Dai Feng walked into the convenience store and bought more than a dozen bottles of various large, medium and small mineral water. He poured out the water and tied them together with transparent tape to make two bundles. He carried one pile for himself and gave another pile to Yao Xianwen. , said: "The origin of this amulet is unknown. Although it can protect us, it is also consuming at the same time.

It's exhausted, what if a ghost comes?

This amulet can only be said to be an insurance, but in the face of the threat of ghosts, it is ourselves who really play the role! "

Yao Xianwen was inspired by what he heard. He felt that the biggest gain in his life was that he joined a third-rate company and met Dai Feng, a good friend who was kind-hearted, brave and strategic!

Alas, but he seems too kind and easily influenced.

He secretly made up his mind to correct this situation in time to prevent Dai Feng from dying in kindness.

At this moment, the flashlights on their waists flashed like crazy. Yao Xianwen turned his head and his hair stood up. The old scavenger was actually standing next to him! He scolded the old man a dozen times in his mind. The villain in the building took his time after all. For an old man like you, you can teleport with such nimble legs and feet. What a fool.

He thought of the mineral water bottle hanging on his body and immediately wanted to take it off and give it to the old man.

"Wait!"

Dai Feng shouted loudly, which startled Yao Xianwen. He added: "Don't move, wait for his request!"

Sure enough, the old man slowly stretched out his hand and said: "Give me...the bottle."

"Oh oh oh, okay, okay, I'll give it to you right now!"

Yao Xianwen was about to hand the pile of bottles to the old man.

Dai Feng's eyelids twitched and he quickly shouted again: "Give them one by one!"

Yao Xianwen had long been mentally prepared to see a ghost, but just because he was so close, his heart, hands and feet were trembling unfavorably. He hurriedly pulled off a mineral water bottle and put it in the old man's hand: "Here you go."

The old man opened the sack, and a fishy smell suddenly filled the air. He put the bottle in, stretched out his hand and said, "Give me the bottle!"

Yao Xianwen almost cried, this is not satisfying.

Dai Feng was sweating on his forehead and reminded: "I'll give you one!"

He didn't know why the cobblestones didn't work. You know, over there in the office building, the security ghosts turned around and walked away when they came in front of them. Why could the old ghost still get close? Could it be that the old ghost was his real body?

Yao Xianwen gave him a bottle, and the old man took one, stretched out his hand again and said, "Give me the bottle!"

Damn...

How many should be given...

Yao Xianwen began to worry that he didn't have enough bottles, so he put another bottle in the old man's hand.

The old man finished collecting this time, turned around slowly, looked at Dai Feng and stretched out his hand: "Give me the bottle!"

There is indeed a pattern! This old ghost's killing limit is to kill someone if he fails to ask for a bottle, and he only needs to meet his condition of asking for a bottle three times in a row!

Dai Feng prepared the bottle. The old man would give it to him once he asked.

The old man stood between the two and paused for a long time, turned around and left slowly, and disappeared when he passed a street light...

Yao Xianwen's legs went weak, and he gave a thumbs up to Dai Feng and said, "Brother Feng, you are like this! From now on, even if Qin Shihuang asks me to take the elixir of immortality, I will take it, so I will take it from you!"

Dai Feng was also covered with sweat on his chest and back. His eyes suddenly stung, blood flowed from the corners of his eyes, and his eyes were scarlet. In a trance, a bright light seemed to appear in the sky from the black sky to the nearby ground...

this……

Are you having visions?

He wiped away the blood with his clothes, feeling very tired: "Let's get out of here first."

Yao Xianwen said with a crying voice: "Brother Feng, I'm afraid we don't have enough bottles..."

Dai Feng tensed up and turned around stiffly. He saw the old man ghost who had just left appeared again, still in the same appearance. This time he stretched out his hand to him and said dryly: "Give me the bottle..."

Grass! ! !

His good qualities suddenly collapsed, but he did not dare to curse out loud, but said: "Okay, okay, I'll get it for you."

The old man ghost took away the bottle three times, asked Yao Xianwen for another bottle, turned around, and left just like that time...

Yao Xianwen still had nine bottles left, and Dai Feng himself had seven bottles left.

They looked at each other. Yao Xianwen looked ugly and said: "Brother Feng, we seem to have encountered an unscrupulous ghost. He is blocking us like this. Even guarding the bottle warehouse is useless..."

Dai Feng made a quick decision: "Then use this free time to run!"

The old man took away the bottle three times and would leave for a while. Perhaps it would be safe to leave its range of activities at this time...

They immediately started running. The old man was really a scumbag and couldn't afford to play. He appeared again and again, except for the two times just now, and then three times and four times!

Dai Feng only has one bottle left, and Yao Xianwen has three left. No matter how hard they try, one of them is destined to fail to fulfill the bottle requirements.

Dai Feng's eyes hurt again and blood flowed out. He saw the thick white light in the sky again. When he realized what it was, he knew what it was. This was the trajectory of the white light falling...

Very close...

Just a few hundred meters away.

The old man ghost appeared, and this time he looked for Yao Xianwen first. Dai Feng had tried his best to slow down Yao Xianwen to buy time for the bottles, but the three bottles could only move for more than ten seconds no matter how slow they were. They were running wildly, and the old man stood there like a game character panning. The distance never changes...

Hurry, almost there.

Dai Feng's eyes were very painful, as if thousands of roots were stuck in his eyes.

The closer you get to the white light, your eyeballs seem to explode at any moment! Veins popped up on his forehead, and he finally came to the place where the light fell, which was the parking lot of a hospital. The white light suddenly disappeared, and there was a person standing there motionless.

Yao Xianwen also saw it: "Damn, what is that? There won't be another one."

Dai Feng's mind was in chaos. In his eyes, the figure was very distorted, sometimes enlarging, sometimes shrinking, sometimes white light, sometimes colorful, sometimes completely dark, like an existence that could not be seen directly, just like... just like the West What kind of novel is this? The setting of Cthulhu is like that...

Come come come.

There aren't enough bottles for two people, so let's give it a try.

His eyes were covered with blood, and he walked over bit by bit with his hands.

The old man ghost had already come to Dai Feng, stretched out his hand and said: "Give me the bottle..."

Dai Feng stuffed the bottle into his hand and continued walking. The old man ghost seemed to realize something and appeared instantly: "Give me the bottle..." Dai Feng gave him the last bottle and ran forward two steps. The old man ghost again Appearing is still the same requirement. But he has no more bottles...

He was very close to the figure. The vague figure seemed to be a young man.

Yao Xianwen's heart was in his throat: "Brother Feng!"

Dai Feng gritted his teeth, lay down on the ground, knocked his forehead on the ground, made a thud, and said loudly: "Although I don't know who you are, please save us..."

In Yao Xianwen's eyes, there was a dazed young man with a somewhat attractive face standing in the parking lot. There was nothing special about him at all. Why did it cause such a big reaction from his brother Feng?

The old ghost couldn't wait for Dai Feng's bottle, so he bent down and reached out to touch his head.

Dai Feng endured it all night, and his psychology was almost at its limit. Tears welled up in his eyes. He really didn't want to die here. He had not yet fulfilled his filial piety to his parents at home, he was not married yet, and he had not yet had children!

At this moment, I shouted with all my strength: "Please save us!"

At this time.

The young man's pupils moved slowly.

The old ghost suddenly raised his head, as if he had seen something huge and terrifying! There was a look of fear on his old face. He turned around and was about to leave. Before he could take a step, his body was instantly turned into ashes. The sack he was carrying fell to the ground, with a large amount of blood flowing out and more than twenty mineral water bottles...