Center for the Protection of Human Civilization

"Is there something wrong?" Chihanha

frowned, but even so, she still felt a hint of something strange.

The rules below have been blurred and illegible due to the rain, and that's all you can see now.

"It's hard to say, don't you think the rules are a bit of a thing... I can't say what I feel, I want to cover it up.

Sachiko Nishikawa scratched the damp handwriting with her fingers, and with a single touch, a small slice was torn off from the paper.

"Hmm... I know, the rules that have been popular before are weird, maybe it's a parody here.

Shota nodded, carrying his heavy marching bag.

"It's a pity that there are no games like this... I still like it.

Nangong Meng quickly began to recall her grandmother's notes, because she was often exposed to all kinds of strange talks, she naturally also knew some about the rules and strange talks.

Many ghosts act inexplicably according to a certain "rule", such as drowning ghosts will subconsciously drown people crossing the river, hungry ghosts will frantically devour those tributes, but can never satisfy their hunger, ghosts who jump to death will try to make people jump to death, and so on.

But it's all based on the fact that someone "died", and only ghosts can affect reality.

And the range of ghosts that can affect reality is really short, except for some rare, native and strange creatures, most ghosts will be bound in place and follow a certain medium.

Although there is a carload of dead people on the road here, what impact does it have here....

Originally, because I stopped taking the car, I was relieved, and I lifted it

again, "Or... Listen to it, it's also respect for others.

Nangong Meng muttered uncertainly, and Qian Hanye turned around and rubbed her face with a smile.

"Little fool, of course you have to respect it, the first element of the Psychic Society is to respect the local culture, even if it's fake, you have to abide by it. The

four of them walked into the booked hotel, which was decorated in a style similar to a foreign mansion, with a two-story hall in the center, which was once estimated to be a splendid hall, but now it cannot be said to be dilapidated, but time has left a gray imprint on it.

The carpet was spotlessly cleaned, and at the front desk, a young woman in a suit stood behind the counter, her head bowed, not knowing what she was doing.

"Hello, our room.

Sachiko Nishikawa quickly stepped forward and waved the QR code in her hand, and the woman just glanced casually and nodded.

"You booked three rooms, 201, 203 and 205, and here are the keys.

Chihanye insisted on living in a room with Nangong Meng, and Sachiko Nishikawa and Shota each had a room, but unfortunately there were no two rooms that were completely next to each other, only one next to each other.

"Huh, how do you know..."

Before Shota could finish speaking, the woman suddenly raised her head, and there was no emotion or anything else in her black eyes, only one.... Calm, a calm that doesn't match the abrupt movement.

"You're the only ones who booked a room recently.

"This, this—"

Shota was startled, Nono nodded, and he didn't know where he had provoked someone.

The woman's neck turned mechanically, and she looked at Sachiko Nishikawa, who was frowning, and then at the remaining two women, and the former's voice continued:

"Also, there are no even-numbered rooms in this hotel, and there are no even-numbered things, the accommodation area is on the second floor, the first floor is the dining area, and the third floor is the work area, so please live in the accommodation area.

"It's 8 p.m., please be before 10 p.m."

"Your ticket includes accommodation and meals.

With that, the woman lowered her head again and returned to her original form.

"....."

The three of them looked at each other, and the atmosphere became a little weird, only Sachiko Nishikawa silently retreated, grabbed Shota, who was standing at the front and wanted to ask questions, and walked back with the three of them.

"She does whatever she says, let's go to the accommodation.

"Isn't it two hours, don't worry, go to the restaurant area first."

Qian Hanye pondered for a moment, stopped the other three, and gestured with his eyes, and several people quickly gathered at the door of the restaurant area.

The restaurant area was unexpectedly luxurious, and as far as the eye could see, dozens of chefs were doing their best to make food, and looking at the three people who came in, a man in a chef's uniform came over.

But it was very strange, he smiled and stood at the edge of the door of the restaurant area, and the four of them stood one meter away from him, as if there was a transparent wall blocking him, so that he could not see the four of them.

"Hello, miss, do you need to eat?"

"We don't..."

At the moment when Nangong Meng was about to speak, he was strangled by Qian Hanye from behind, and he forcibly held the words in his chest.

"Shhhh

"Don't you have a black suit?" Chihanha

said softly as she stood alone in front of the man in the chef's suit.

"Who would wear a black suit in the kitchen? Miss, you're too uncommon-sense. The

man chuckled quietly, gloomy and eerie.

"Okay..."

Chihan Ye took a deep breath, nodded, turned and slowly retreated, retreating into the crowd in the man's almost distorted eyes, he didn't seem to see anyone, but he scanned everything.

"We will always, always welcome you.

"Whew... It looks like something is really wrong..."Shota

gradually fell silent when he saw such a strange scene, and he didn't know if it was the boy's stubbornness or natural boldness, he actually raised his camera and took pictures of the entire Western-style restaurant.

Click.

Boom....

The crisp sound of the camera sounded with a flat thunder, and the light rain outside, which people couldn't feel at all, increased almost instantly, and even came from afar.... The sound of a car?

"Hehe... It's too late for us to go back now.

Shota was so frightened that he froze directly in place, and he didn't take the camera in his hand, barely squeezed out a smile, and looked at a few people stiffly.

"It's too late... See what's going on.

Qian Hanye quickly grabbed Nangong Meng, who was pale, suppressed his hand that wanted to touch the cross, and looked at the door where the voice gradually became louder.

The sound of the car was very fast, and it didn't seem to feel like stopping at all, and it rushed straight to the door of the Western-style restaurant, and then stopped abruptly without even braking.

Knock, ding, dang....

It seemed to be someone unloading the cargo, filled with strange sounds, bone rubbing, minced flesh rubbing the ground, and... A silent wail.

"Close your eyes, don't go... Don't go and see..."

Nangong Meng trembled and whispered to the other three.

Encountered....

I still encountered it.

The last train from Huangquan.

Why do you come across this kind of place? Not the road.

That's what I'm worried about, according to my grandmother's notes, if a car of people dies sideways, especially in a car accident, the car will not stop, but will keep moving forward... Keep moving forward....

The people in the car will still have sapience, and they will not recognize the reality of their own death at first, but will slowly piece together the senses of countless years in a near-endless cycle of reincarnation.

Every time they reach the end of the trip, 99.99% of the memories of the people in the car will be deleted, and then they will start all over again, until in the end, countless broken memories will be pieced together into facts, making them completely mentally collapsed and turned into invisible energy bodies.... In the process, the living occasionally fall into it.

The best prayer is to meet them in the early stages of samsara, and once they reach the later stage, even the kindest saints will transform into indifferent demons, tearing the living apart and becoming a part of them.

Of course, it is also effective to pretend that they don't care or don't know about it, they have completely lost all their minds in the endless cycle of samsara, and pretending to be the people who are traveling with them may have the possibility of living.

Can... Whenever you want, you'll only meet them on the road....

Generally, it is a tired driver who drives alone and suddenly finds himself in a car.

If it's a private car, it's basically the end of death, and if it's a bus, there's hope to live by pretending to be one of the members.

But here, too, it's not .... Two

strange things mixed in... What the hell is this place?