Video bloggers in American comics

Zhang Ming stole a car and drove out of downtown London. He didn't know that the pilot who brought him here had unfortunately been killed.

After driving for nearly an hour and a half, it was now 7 o'clock in the morning. If we were in New York, the sun would be rising by now, and the warm early spring wind was blowing on us, giving us an indescribable feeling of comfort.

But in London, Zhang Ming didn't feel the slightest warmth. There was hazy mist everywhere. Over time, his nose and throat felt uncomfortable, his fingers were cold, and his clothes seemed to become damp.

Through the car window, you can vaguely see the faint halo in the sky.

That is the sun.

London is the world-famous "Fog City".

The United Kingdom carried out the Industrial Revolution earlier and achieved productivity beyond that era. At the same time, they also paid an environmental price.

At that time, people had no awareness of protecting the environment. A large number of factories and households used coal, releasing countless amounts of smoke every day. These thick smoke, coupled with London's temperate maritime climate that is prone to fog, caused the city to

Completely shrouded in thick fog.

Ordinary people lack environmental awareness, capitalists and governments are greedy for profit, and no one wants to control the dense fog in London. In the end, the tragedy happened——

In December 1952, the long-standing thick fog killed more than 4,000 people.

This is the "London Smog Incident".

Zhang Ming turned on the high beam, and the dazzling light could barely penetrate a distance of less than two meters. Beyond that, there was a gray mist.

"It was fine in the city just now, but why does the fog get worse as we go to the suburbs?"

Fortunately, Zhang Ming also had a third-angle camera. He adjusted to thermal imaging mode and continued to drive according to the map.

This is a silent journey, with towering trees on both sides of the road, and dark tree branches occasionally protrude from the thick fog, like a pair of thin, deformed arms.

"squeak--"

Zhang Ming stepped on the brakes and the car slid along the wet road for nearly half a meter before stopping. In front of him was a door nearly three meters high.

The door was covered with ivy and moss, and it seemed that no one had taken care of it for a while. Through the gap in the iron door railing, you could see the pointed roof of the castle, shadowy, like a venomous snake that was constantly twisting.

The iron door outside was locked. Zhang Ming climbed over the wall and jumped in. When he arrived in front of the castle, he pushed the door open. The old door shaft made an unpleasant creaking sound, like the devil's shrill laugh.

"It's really a horror movie."

Zhang Ming complained and walked in.

Perhaps because of different cultural backgrounds, Zhang Ming prefers Chinese-style courtyard houses to British-style castles. What's the point of living all the way in the suburbs? Neighbors meet and visit each other when they have nothing to do. It's lively and lively.

The interior design of the castle has a full sense of age. The history of the family can be seen in the small details such as oil paintings, carpets, and chandeliers hung on the walls.

Zhang Ming even saw a pair of silver-white medieval armor.

Coming to the second floor, on the long corridor, two human figures were drawn with white chalk. This is a fixed line of corpse traces left by the police to indicate the location of the body when it was found.

Zhang Ming has a complete autopsy report in his hand. The two people who died were maids from the Dior family. When they were found, they still had weird smiles on their faces. What was even stranger was that they turned into two stone statues.

The forensic doctor tried to dissect the body, but in the end they only found gravel mixed with blood and internal organs on the ground.

The police also doubted whether they were artificial stone statues, but whether it was from the technical difficulty of creating such lifelike stone statues or from the results of laboratory analysis of blood and internal organs, it can be concluded that these two stone statues were indeed living people.

!

"The ability to petrify...magic or superpower?"

Zhang Ming stepped over the white line of the corpse and continued to move, highly concentrated and ready to respond to sudden attacks at any time.

Exploring the castle took more time than he thought. It took nearly an hour to see all the rooms. But except that the fog outside became thicker and the sky got darker, nothing changed.

"Hey, is anyone there?"

Zhang Ming shouted several times, and his voice continued to echo in the empty castle.

No one responded to him.

Before coming, Zhang Ming specially changed his face with a mole effect, and kept taking pictures with his mobile phone. He looked like an ordinary British person who likes to explore such scary castles.

If the guy who attacked Natasha and killed the maid is really hiding here, he will most likely take action when he sees Zhang Ming like this.

It seems there is really no one.

Just when Zhang Ming was about to leave, the absurd lock on his wrist reacted.

It dropped a rope and quickly extended in the direction of the spiral staircase. Zhang Ming followed it to see where it would take him.

"Prayer room?"

The Lock of Absurdity entered the prayer room and rested on the cross directly opposite.

Zhang Ming looked at the bronze statue of Jesus suffering on the cross, and then looked at the Lock of Absurdity.

"You think there's something wrong here?"

As a divine object that once captured the demon wolf Fenrir, the Chain of Absurdity has a vague self-awareness, but it cannot express too complex meanings. It can only rotate in circles around the cross.

Zhang Ming seemed to understand what it was thinking. He clasped his hands together and said "I'm sorry" to the cross. He didn't care whether the gesture was right or not, so he held the cross and twisted it to the right.

Moved!

He continued to turn the cross. When he turned the cross completely 180 degrees and turned it into an inverted cross with a longer top and a shorter bottom, the floor of the prayer room began to move, and a downward underground secret passage appeared.

Why didn't you see it just now?

Zhang Ming had been using a third-angle camera along the way to look at every corner, looking for secret rooms or hidden compartments, but he didn't find any.

After entering the secret passage, he understood the reason.

The entire secret passage, the steps and the walls on both sides almost fit perfectly. When the mechanism did not rotate, the walls closed together to form a solid whole. The third-angle camera scanned it and it was pitch black, so it was not discovered.

“What a clever design.”

Zhang Ming touched the ancient stones in the secret passage and moved downward while thinking about whether there was such technology in the Middle Ages.

The third-angle camera quickly lost sight of the castle, which meant that Zhang Ming descended more than ten meters. He continued walking downward for nearly ten minutes until he came to an underground study.

That's right, the study room.

Before he arrived, he had thought about various weird and terrifying scenes, such as corpses, ghosts, monsters, etc., but when he actually arrived, he found that there was nothing except a wall full of books and a wooden table.

There was an old-fashioned oil lamp on the table. Zhang Ming smelled it, put the back of his hand against the oil lamp, and came to a conclusion:

The other party—not to mention Dio or the "magician" Natasha called him—had just left.

Maybe he hasn't left yet, but is hiding nearby!

Zhang Ming walked to the table and picked up the top book.

"A History of Vampires and Witches".

Turning over a page, someone marked it with a pen:

The price of becoming a vampire is that you can no longer walk under the sun and must drink human blood to survive. After paying the price, the reward you get is strength beyond mortals and... immortality!

Study vampires in the secret room below the prayer room. The condition for entry is to turn the cross upside down.

"Oh, it really suits the occasion."

Zhang Ming turned his head suddenly, put one hand in his pocket, and pointed the other hand forward.

The air behind him twisted, and white light appeared, breaking the darkness.

Barrage salvo!

The milky white light reflected a fair and handsome face that was laughing wildly. His pupils were blood red, his blond hair was dancing wildly, and the fingertips of his hands were shining with cold light.

"Dior!"