Old-time musicians

Fan Ning, who jumped out of the car, frowned as he watched several soldiers squatting on the ground, illuminating the chassis of the car in front with their searchlights.

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It was the body of an adult male. The whole body had shrunk to a certain extent, and the clothes had turned into the same color as soil. There were no fatal injuries visible at the moment, but the ten fingers on both arms were all pointing in various directions. The stiffness stretches out.

Previously, the man's body was half-covered and buried in the gravel pile on the bad road. After the wheel ran over his abdomen, the external force caused his whole body to curl up a lot, like a boiled animal. Cooked shrimp.

"It must be some trespassing gathering of acquaintances, a lone traveler, or a straggler."

"It's so good that I just happened to fall here."

"Shit!"

These masculine soldiers cursed a few very authentic sayings that are often used in the army to "dispel bad luck". Some people spat at the same time, while others tried to pull off the corpse's face, which was covered with clothes.

"Don't worry about it." Bishop Tukweil stopped.

Everyone got on the bus again.

Tukweil didn't say anything more, but he was secretly reflecting on the fact that there were still some problems with his actions as the deputy captain just now in stopping the vehicle.

Is it possible that a car tire could trip over a gold brick in a ghostly place like this?

The gold bricks are naturally useless. Even if they stumble upon some magical item with spiritual fluctuations, no one will be bored to pick it up.

In adventure stories, picking up things is an adventure; but in real experience, picking things up randomly is courting death.

The next time I encounter such a small movement that does not cause any obstruction, no matter what it actually is, there is actually no need to get out of the car to check. This time it is mainly due to my habit of being a bishop for many years.

The convoy continued to drive towards the wasteland ahead. For a while, the only sound left in the wasteland was the howling wind. The darkness and thick fog that had been briefly driven away once again occupied everything.

The male body was curled up and its face was facing the direction where everyone was leaving. The clothes covering it were removed by the wind, and it vaguely seemed to be the appearance of Bishop Tukville.

"Roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, bang, bang-"

In the distance, the taillight of the last car was quickly swallowed up by the night.

The corpse's eyelids suddenly opened at the next moment, and a pair of bloodshot white eyeballs protruded like lanterns.

After this episode passed, the convoy continued driving deeper.

After entering the abnormal zone for the first time, everyone's nervousness continued, which also led to excitement.

Until nearly midnight, the driver's and passenger's seats of the three cars were rotated, and the people who were replaced did not feel sleepy at all.

"Since Bishop Lavoisier set out, it seems that he has stopped preaching the gospel to us in a teaching tone?" Colonel Alpha, who was sitting in the passenger seat of the fuel transport truck at the rear and had a little free time, tried to ask a question.

"You were also present when everyone was having dinner at Appele, so you should know the truth." Before Fan Ning, who was in the car in front of him, could say anything, Pastor Jacob, who was holding the steering wheel next to him, made a warning.

"The reason at dinner?" Alpha was trying to remember.

“When I came into that land I no longer drank the juice of the grapes, for it is written, Strike the shepherd, and the sheep will be scattered; and for my sake you will all fall, until I am in his kingdom. , and drink the new day with you.”

Bishop Tukville in front repeated what Fan Ning said that night, and reminded all the team members in the three cars loudly: "Colonel Alpha's vigilance is good. Those of us who are responsible for the investigation mission, although we are all doing I have the awareness of "falling", but I also want to witness as many things as possible, and I don't want to have accidents happen prematurely and cause the mission to be aborted. If you feel that something is wrong with you or those around you, you should point it out in time. "

Everyone responded one after another to express their knowledge, and felt the surrounding environment more silently and attentively.

Compared with the daytime when things can be seen with the naked eye, or the cities and villages with traces of human habitation, the night in no man's land presents a blackness as dead as ink, which further arouses the team members' curiosity about the unknown things that suddenly appear. uneasy imagination.

When the mechanical watch on Fan Ning's wrist stayed at 4:30 in the morning, he motioned for everyone to stop and take a rest.

Although no one felt sleepy at all now, their bodies were a little tired and numb after driving for a long time.

Everyone lowered their seats slightly and moved into a more comfortable position, but still maintained a high degree of vigilance to the outside world.

But as time passed by, nothing happened, and I didn't feel any discomfort.

When people have an expectation that their environment should be normal, they will try to avoid abnormal things, but conversely, if they have an expectation that their environment should be abnormal, someone will try to do something about it. Substantive things.

For example, find something and take the initiative to eliminate it to gain a sense of psychological control.

But now this "abnormal zone" is too normal, right?

When the roar of the engine, the grinding of the tires and the vibration of the chassis disappeared, all that was left was an uneasy silence.

In this way, the first night passed without any trouble.

It brings dawn, the sound of birds is heard, and the sun shines through the clouds on the skyline, diluting the darkness inch by inch.

"Bird noises?"

Fan Ning, who had closed his eyes to rest, opened his eyes and was the first to jump out of the car.

The convoy traveled from the wilderness to the mountainous forest area. The air in the early morning was cold and pure.

The Abnormal Zone is just an "uninhabited area", not a "lifeless area". There are still animals and plants. They move and migrate based on their instincts. Concepts such as boundaries have nothing to do with them.

There are already streams and pools in sight. The thick tree trunks are covered with extremely gorgeous pollen of various colors. Slender water plants fall down in the flowing water in patches and float with clear liquid with plant debris.

"There are more and more vegetation, and the rain does not seem to be scarce at least. It is not like the "land of fire and suffering", but it is closer to the original southern rain forest."

"It is a very beautiful and colorful scenery."

"It makes people feel comfortable."

Everyone got off the car and stretched their bodies, holding a water bottle to look around, and ate dried meat, bread and dehydrated fruits and vegetables.

Fanning also raised his head slightly.

But before he had time to make a progressive association with the "bird sound", he felt that there was a sense of something wrong in his vision.

Fanning closed his eyes tightly.

He opened them again, repeated this twice, and shook his head again.

"Why do I suddenly feel like there is something on the edge?"

"Did detergent get into my eyes?"

The people around him started talking.

"You felt it too?" Fanning turned around.

Bishop Tukwell nodded, his tone a little serious, trying to describe this feeling:

"Two or three percent, one or two percent is wrong, just one percent, I feel that the 'peripheral light zone' in my vision seems to be stained by something flowing"

"Or, there is a thin, colorful, film-like thing surrounding the edge of my vision, just like, just like?"

Fanning frowned and took over the words:

"Colorful soap bubbles in the sun?"