Chapter 453

Ling Ping An looks at the time on the mobile phone.

It's half past ten in the evening.

The moon is dark and the wind is high. The street lamps on the side of the road seem to flicker because they are in disrepair for a long time.

The lights went up and down.

Deep in the alley of the street, there is a faint whimper of a wild cat.

In the distant woodland, there seems to be owls growling low.

Most of the shops on both sides of the road have been closed.

Only a few cracks in the door, you can see a slight light.

In front of the intersection, a rusty road sign was hung on a telegraph pole.

It says "North Road" and directions.

Ling Ping'an scratched his head and looked at the sparse buildings on both sides of the road.

"It turns out that this is the place to sell funerary wares..."

The roadside shops are basically Shouyi shops and paper money shops.

At the intersection, you can see piles of paper money burned traces.

In many places, there are also incense sticks.

On second thought, he understood.

"Most of the time, this is the place where people in the imperial capital buy and sell funeral articles..."

"That's why we have the legend of cross slope."

He can understand.

In history, every capital has a legend of Hades.

The great men lived in high houses and died in famous mountains.

The most famous is Beimang mountain in Luoyang.

It is said that hundreds of emperors and countless celebrities and poets were buried inside.

Therefore, it is normal for the emperor to have a northern Mang Mountain.

That is

"Why is there no public information here on the Internet?" Ling Ping'an felt puzzled: "isn't this fueling feudal superstition?"

However, Ling Ping'an thought and shrugged: "maybe it was intentional!"

It's easy to understand.

Any city hopes to attract tourists, and then happily earn tourists' bad money.

The imperial capital is no exception.

Although, as the ancient capital of the eight dynasties, there is no lack of tourist attractions in the imperial capital.

But who cares less?

The official system of the federal Empire attached great importance to political achievements.

Whether the Republican Party or the Datong party is in power.

When they choose officials, they give priority to those who have achieved good results.

After all, no one wants to see that he has worked hard to defeat his opponent, and in the end, he has chosen a pig, messed up things, and carried the pot himself.

Basically, in an election campaign, once a hat of unknown people is put on, it is very difficult to turn over.

At least, there's no way to turn over locally.

Therefore, whether it is the Datong school or the Republican school.

They all have special teams, specializing in the study of official files at all levels.

Strive to win, you can choose a competent official, so as to consolidate their own advantages.

Therefore, the officials of the federal empire are very concerned about their own achievements and comments.

It's not surprising to use some means.

It's not too shabby to develop the economy!

Thinking of these, Ling'an walked slowly to an old stone arch bridge.

In front of the stone arch bridge, there are warning lines and blocking trees.

By the faint moonlight, Ling Ping'an saw the red warning signs hanging on the blocking wood: dangerous bridge in front, no traffic!

He scratched his head and stopped.

Although, in his eyes, the stone arch bridge should be very strong.

But he won't have any fluke mentality, and he won't test the law by example on the premise of knowing that there is a warning.

This is not only irresponsible to oneself, but also irresponsible to others.

In case of an accident, we have to call someone to help us.

Maybe, young policemen and firefighters will be put at risk.

Lingping has always felt that his own life is life, and the life of others is life.

After all, we are all human beings, with parents, relatives, brothers and sisters.

Why let others pay for their own rashness and impulse?

Anyway, Ling Ping'an will not.

So, he bypassed the block.

Since the road is blocked, try to find another place.

If we can't, we won't go there.

No matter how funny the haunted house is, he will not risk his own life and other people's lives.

It's not cowardice.

It's responsibility.

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Zhang Hui looks at the monitoring.

More than ten small military rotorcraft hover at high altitude.

These federal empire's most advanced reconnaissance drones, carrying the latest cameras, have high resolution and are said to be able to see the activities of ants on the ground.

And at each intersection, high-definition surveillance cameras have turned.As a result, countless real-time pictures of different angles are cast on the large screen.

"How did he get here?" Zhang Hui thought.

Cross slope is the top secret of the federal empire.

Folklore and rumors are mostly smoke bombs released by the black guards themselves.

The goal is to stop curious babies from getting close to that area.

At present, the effect is still very good.

The vast majority of citizens will avoid the cross slope.

Occasionally, a few people who died were also in the marginal areas, scared to death, and then rescued by the black guards.

Then these people further enlarged the legend of cross slope.

Up to now, except for a few people who are really not afraid of death and those who like to gain eyeballs, no normal person will approach the cross slope for no reason.

It's just

What happened to this one?

Zhang Hui frowned.

In the surveillance, the cat in his arms wanders around the edge of North Road.

He didn't choose to take a shortcut to the stone arch bridge.

Why?

The omniscient and Almighty, why did he choose so?

Zhang Hui doesn't know.

"There must be deep meaning in it!" Zhang Hui thought, "maybe this can reveal some of his behavioral logic."

Therefore, Zhang Hui focused all her attention and carefully examined the monitoring screen, not neglecting any details.

At the same time, he pressed a button.

It is connected with Li Shouyi, who is on a tour in Kunlun mountain area.

And Li Shouyi has been online, waiting for Zhang Hui's contact.

At the moment when Ling Ping'an walked out of the Luming villa, the governor of the black guards had been watching the situation all the time.

Therefore, Li Shouyi's voice soon spread to Zhang Huier through a special microphone.

"General Zhang What happened to him? "

While staring at the screen, Zhang Hui briefly explained the situation.

Li Shouyi listened. After a moment of silence, he said: "since he is willing to let us see..."

"Then watch it!"

Zhang Hui suddenly woke up.

Yes!

He wants you to see it so you can see it.

If he doesn't want to, no matter how advanced the instrument is, he can't see his shadow.

So

Zhang Huili ruled out several questions in her mind.

In the end, there was only one thought in his mind.

"What does he want to take this opportunity to tell us?"

This is the only truth.

It's the only possibility!

Otherwise, how can these drones and cameras capture him?

So, Zhang Hui thought of the origin of the cross slope, heart plop plop up.

"What do you mean, governor?" He asked carefully.

But Li Shouyi has quietly disconnected.

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Chu Wen drove his car to the alley at the end of North Road.

He looked at the time.

It's ten forty in the evening!

The street lights in the alley flash and go out.

Zizi Zizi

There's a current going on.

In the distance, the wild cat was howling low and shrill.

Vaguely, there seems to be an owl whimpering in the forest.

It's like the moaning of a ghost who died unjustly, just like the wailing in hell.

He opened the car door, took a cigarette out of his arms, lit it and took a deep breath.

"Damn it He shook his head: "I hope that guy didn't come!"

"Or you'll be in trouble!"

As an extraordinary person, he can feel the cold aura gathering slowly towards the cross slope several kilometers away.

At midnight, even standing in the alley of the North Road, you may encounter some unknown evil.

In the extraordinary circle of the imperial capital, there is a legend.

Legend has it that there was once a lieutenant commander who entered the cross slope at midnight.

The next day, his body was found in a basement in qilipu.

There are no scars on the body surface.

He was smiling, but his eyes were full of fear.

It's weird, it's terrifying.

Everyone who has seen the death of that man has encountered unexpected events in the following year.

Therefore, even the extraordinary dare not approach the cross slope.

What an evil way!

Fortunately, there is a black guard. Under the power of the black guard, even the sneaky and sneaky things of shizipo have to bow their heads.

So, as long as you don't enter the cross slope after midnight.Those things don't hurt people.

At most, it's just some kids who come out accidentally.

He walked out of the alley with a cigarette in his mouth.

Shining leather boots, stepping on the ground of bluestone road.

Creak.

A Shouyi shop at the entrance of the alley suddenly opened the door.

A kind-hearted old man with a crutch looked at him with a smile.

Chu Wen bowed his head and arched his hand: "good old man!"

"Young man..." The old man laughed: "it's so late, you go back early You can't come here! "

Chu Wen sighed and bowed: "old man, I can't help it too!"

"A friend came here, and I was worried about his accident..."

The old man sighed: "young man, listen to my advice, take care of yourself!"

Listening to the old man's words, Chu Wen sighed helplessly: "why don't I know?"

"But I can't help it!"

The old man did not answer him again.

Chu Wen raised his head.

At present, there is not an old man, nor a Shouyi shop.

There were only pieces of paper money and white obituaries.

He grabbed an obituary that floated in front of him, looked down, and a picture of the old man appeared on it.

The old man in the black-and-white photo is well dressed and has a brilliant smile.

Under the obituary, there is a text: "unfilial men and women, etc. have no status in serving, and their misfortunes extend to their families. The elder was born on July * * of 2760, and died on September * * of 2841, enjoying nine out of seventy years of life, and serving his last orders..."

Chu Wen felt numb on his scalp, and the boundless terror rose from the bottom of his heart.

"I was just Have you met a ghost? "

Even the ghost advised him to go back.

So

"I'll go back?" He hesitated.

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