Path of the Dead Prequel: Wings of Silver

A divorced woman who lived alone was drunk and climbed into bed early, but she went out in the middle of the night, quietly drove on the highway, and after less than two hours, ran to Greenville, a small city in South Carolina more than 100 miles away from home. The woman walked and stopped in the pouring rain with an antique black bag in her hand, and walked around in the pouring rain with a bamboo pole-like object, and then turned to the ruins of the community that had been demolished and stood in front of a dilapidated brick and stone bank.

The handwritten font on the sign is a sign that it may be a product of the last century, standing here for hundreds of years. Fan Pang frowned and looked up at the building that was constantly illuminated by lightning and said that the old house was built very steadily, and many of the designs were built with reference to the concept of prismatic bunkers, perhaps it was a gold point at the beginning, which can be seen to be a product of the Civil War. In the past, in our concept, after the victory of the Northern Army, the North and the South were reunified, and all the people rejoiced. The real history, however, is very different. From the end of the Civil War until the end of World War II, the southern states struggled to transition from agriculture to industry, and many places continued to live idyllic lives. It took a long time for the estrangement and antagonism caused by this civil war to finally subside.

This can be seen from the fact that the southern states are still waving the Confederate flag, and in the past, in Wicker Town, whether it was a gas station or a case-handling strip, the cup in his hand was printed with a pattern. The so-called Shazhou Bank is not only unknown to foreigners like me, but also to the indigenous Fan Pang, who can only infer that it may be one of the countless local private banks that opened after the war.

There are a large number of old buildings in the United States that are abandoned but not demolished, and the general reasons can be summarized as follows. One is that due to the restrictions of official documents, even if people leave the building before the deadline is reached, they cannot move it; the other is that the land is privately owned, and even if it is deserted, it can only be retained; and the other is that the reason is very helpless, if it is not an urban area with every inch of land, there is no money to hire people to start construction.

Why would a flower of the media world like Sister Di come to a dilapidated place with few lights? No one knows. Moreover, this woman is vigorous in the night walk, can climb and climb, more like a trained Miliya, in short, it is difficult to associate with weakness. I was thinking about it, I was tapped on the shoulder, and then I looked back at the rain in the distance, and there was no one in front of the big house.

With a flash of lightning, she disappeared in the blink of an eye, and she was already in the old mansion. Paco walked side by side with the do-gooders, hesitated to the bottom of the stairs, and sighed to Old Dai. The detective nodded, motioning for the first two to probe the wind, while the rest of the group remained in place.

The soul scythe believes that if Dixie is really hidden, our tailgating should have been detected at first, but in addition to being cautious, we should be more wary of being secretly attacked by her, so let the rams who take the lead each hold their short blades. And said that this woman is tall and big, although the appearance is slim but not to be underestimated, with the right talent to walk like a gust of wind, the deeds are secretive, if the narrow road meets, may not be able to win her. In short, whether it is Lao Dai or Ebizio, first assume that she has a stunt in her heart.

Paco and the other two broke through the door and began to busiggle inside, and after about half a minute, they crawled out one by one, fell to their knees in the bushes and vomited violently, and the green and white filth was washed down the rain column into the ditch, and the sour smell could be smelled far away. Isn't there something particularly disgusting in it that shocked these three tried and tested people on the spot? Lao Dai scratched his head, stepped forward to help the Mexican, and asked in detail.

"No, it's just the usual furnishings, empty and dusty, and nothing strange in sight. But for some reason, when people go in, the world spins around, and their throats become nauseous. Paco stood up and waved his hand to indicate that he was okay. His words are the same as those of the good deeds.

"Could it be that they have been injected with some kind of colorless and odorless harmful gas? The detective took out the face towel from his pack, pointed at us, motioned to stop moving, turned into the dilapidated room on one side, and groped inside. As a result, in less than half a minute, he was also gray, unkempt and crawled out, and couldn't help but feel nauseous again and again, and vomited wildly on the ground.

Seeing this, the soul sickle couldn't help but be suspicious, and hurriedly pushed Fan Pang away and rushed forward, asking him what he saw inside.

"It's not that I saw something, this bank has been set up by someone to bind the corpses of the nine yin, and it has become a cage for the demon spirits, and the living people trespass, unable to resist the invasion of yin qi, so they can only avoid it from afar. Lao Dai stood up, went back to his car, and opened the luggage cover.

Fan Pang and I didn't know why, so we asked him what he was referring to by helping him toss. The detective said that the Lower Nine Yin is the left path of the more evil sect in addition to the Yin Nine Bureau, and it deals with both the wandering spirits and the living. The demons turned the entire bank into a tomb, and the flowing outlets and furniture were very particular about the angles. Although people are not injured, they are difficult to approach, and if they enter it, they will be extremely uncomfortable. It's like if you break into the territory of ghosts, they won't let you go. This kind of yin situation needs to be formed, and it will take at least three or five years, and at most more than ten years before it can be effective. The implication is that this place has been abandoned for a long time, and the people who did it may have died long ago, unless you are a wandering spirit who can come and go at will, and the living will not be able to step on it at all.

But this heresy could not be difficult for Lao Dai, he beckoned us to surround us, took out another bag from behind the toolbox, opened it, took out a cloth bag, distributed the black and shiny beaded wrist sleeve inside, and brought a mint-sized dough cake for people to hold in their mouths. Because he didn't expect this to happen to Ye Ben here, he was not fully prepared, only enough for four people. Eupicio stood aside with a blank face, telling him to take care of just a few of us, he had other plans of his own.

"You don't have to go so hard to explain, in other words, someone has set up a bureau and turned this bank into a Yin Erosion Dojo, wouldn't it be more easy to understand?" Soul Scythe laughed dryly, and let the rams sit back in the car, and had a small meeting inside, and then came down again after the distribution. They all wore a kind of iron mask, the size of a mask that could cover half of their faces, but they were bloody, and when they spoke, they looked like evil ghosts, and their appearance was particularly terrifying. When they arrived at the gate, the soul sickle asked everyone to tie the flashlights to their ankles and drag them to the ground, and just like that, a group of eight people led by him broke into the broken bank.

"Hehe, the old boy is afraid that we will steal their shadow skills, so he pretends to be profound. Old Dai Lede let him clear the way, walked at the back of the crowd, and whispered to us, "This mask is called a fanged ghost, and it will make the souls mistake it for a jailer patrolling, and when they see it, they will stay away. It's different from our delirium bracelet, but the effect is similar, this is a connoisseur. And everyone was carrying handbags diagonally, which might contain all kinds of Pilu pills and Kawasawa cloud blood, and they were ready to fight for a long time. "

"We have to wear this and that, and we have to take it step by step, how do the broadcast girls of Channel 9 pass through easily?" Fan Fat looked around in fear, stroked it with his hand on the long counter, sticky his hand full of cobwebs, and said: "This kind of dust and dirt, I'm afraid no one has come in for decades, she came here on a windy and thunderous night with a woman's house, what do you want to do?"

"You get to the root of the problem, since this place is a shadow that people avoid, how can she easily break through it? The do-good man who walked ahead turned around and whispered, "If you really want to help, shut up." lest you stir up the currents and lose track of her, until the Scythe allows you to speak. "

Passing through the empty hallway, we entered the narrow hallway, and when we turned a few corners, Dixie's figure appeared twenty meters ahead. She waved the long object in her hand, walking and stopping, as if she was looking for a way and sensing something. In this way, we were led deeper and deeper by her, and gradually walked into a group of ruined housing enterprises.

Squinting my eyes around, it is difficult for me to associate it with the office, the two sides of the corridor are densely covered with all kinds of dilapidated houses, some doors are closed, some doors are crooked to the ground, and the furniture in them is placed more like a guest room for people to rest, the beds and desks are in order, but they are all old, the dust is too deep, and it looks like a plain black and white photo. Sister Di scurried into a broken door at the end of the corridor and disappeared, and we hurried to catch up, and in less than a few seconds, she disappeared into the secret room.

"There are holes in the walls. The other do-gooder's eyes were blazing, and he suddenly pointed to the dark end above his head.

This hole is more accurate than a hole, it is a crack in the wall caused by the earthquake, and it is very narrow and narrow if you don't look closely. However, it is about two meters above the ground, and there are no climbable tables and chairs around it, so it is difficult to squeeze into it in a matter of seconds. After the ram finished speaking, she went to the wall and picked up a handful of white ash for the soul sickle, and the whole room was tightly closed except for the hole, and she wanted to go anywhere else, only here.

The detective didn't say a word, grabbed a handful of fine powder in his trouser pocket, and threw himself at it, and when the ashes scattered, as the man said, a reddish palm print appeared. However, the position where it appeared is really eye-popping, which shows that Sister Di jumped directly into it without the help of any tools, and this kind of skill is probably only above the roe deer that steals chickens and dogs, not below. We followed suit, but we couldn't make ourselves as light as a swallow, so we had to fold Arhats. However, the gap in the wall was too narrow for me, Soul Scythe, and Lao Dai to pass through the thin physique, and the other five had to stop in the burrow. Ebizio told them not to be idle, but to keep in a group and stay in sight to avoid being dragged away by Dixie.

And when you really step on the ground, your eyes are full of darkness, and you can't find the north without a flashlight, and there is a bitter smell wafting in the air. The soul sickle signaled that he could untie the flashlight on his ankle, and when the miserable white light shone out, the three of us were in a real secret room with no windows and no doors, and God knows how those desks, chairs, and beds moved in.

"The original door is there. "In the corner of the detective's finger wall, there is a piece of plastered paint that is quite different from the surrounding apple green wall, which proves that a normal entrance and exit have been refilled, showing that this ghost place has been sealed for many years. In addition, there was no longer any movable secret passage, in short, Sister Di climbed in and disappeared into the air for no reason.

"But how is it good that such people are separated from each other, and if something happens, they can't take care of each other?" I rummaged under the legs of the cupboard bed, trying to find a heavy object, trying to break through the wall. Lao Dai asked me to flash to the side, and turned out a red box, and when I opened it, there was a set of milky white soft objects the size of a matchbox. Eupicio glanced over and asked what it was. The detective didn't elaborate, just told us to back off and back, hide behind the leather couch, and then plastered them along the wall, fiddled with the wires, rolled on our side a few times, twisted on the receiver, and bowed our heads.

I saw a crackling sound in front of my eyes, the sound was not loud but extremely dazzling, and there were sparks in the afterglow, and soon there was a burst of scorching smell between the snorts. When I looked up, the wall had burned through a large hole, revealing the slabs and asbestos lint inside. Who would have thought that this guy would carry a plastic explosive like TNT with him, claiming to be able to control the intensity and weight without causing too much ripple.

"I can't help it, most of my belongings are on Parker's back, how can I work without them? The detective bothered up, smiled lightly, kicked me and said, "It's time to start, don't take the opportunity to be lazy." "

These two old guys of the same age, this time they tracked more than 100 miles, nominally to save other women in their thirties, trying to find out who was behind the ghost, but in fact they were specially gambling on the method of fighting qi, and the means were higher than whom. When the people outside the house heard the commotion, they rushed to the house, and Eupicio sat cross-legged in the middle of the room, and assigned his men to rummage through the drawers everywhere, and closed their eyes.

This secret room is like a customer file database, with all kinds of documents. I didn't want to get in the way, so I went to look at the old photos hanging high alone. The walls are filled with a variety of medieval figures, both solo and collective, and a group photograph of a man standing in front of a bank like a graduation photo, one dated 1867.

Just looking at it, I was fascinated by the list of photos at the bottom, and I couldn't help but sigh. Fan Pang Wen stepped forward with a flashlight and squeezed to the side to take a closer look. Not long after, he also saw the clue, so he called the detective and pointed him to see it.

The photographs were taken of the same open space, which can be clearly discerned from the ridge behind it. The first one was a rudimentary church with a dense mass of tombs, while in the second one the rubbish was bulldozed and a large slab building with a blackened façade that looked like it had been burned by fire, and in the third and last one the dilapidated building was demolished and turned into a bare hill again.

"What does that mean? times changing, or performance art?" muttered the fat man, stroking his fat head.

Lao Dai grabbed the frames, smashed the glass, took the photos out of them, and put them on the desk. Then he took out the night lantern from his bosom, let me light it from behind, and put on my reading glasses to look at it. After fiddling like this for a while, he suddenly said, "Sure enough, there is a mystery." "

"What do you mean?" several do-gooders listened to his mutter, and couldn't help but gather around and ask, "Is it a special ink?"

"See for yourselves. "The detective brought the glasses and asked us to put them on separately. These glasses look ordinary from the outside, with enamel frames and two lenses. But when viewed from the side, the surface of the lens looks like a cut diamond, full of facets of various sizes, as if many hidden details can be seen through the refraction of light. Seeing that I was just blindly studying it in my hand, the good deeds snatched it and put it on, and soon shouted: "There are words, and the numbers are branded with ciphertext at the bottom, and that is the age." "

The three photographs are dated to 1900, 1933 and 1966, and they are indeed photographs of the same place and different periods. However, I waited here not to look through other people's privacy, but to find out where Dixie had gone after she had stumbled into the secret room. Therefore, the photographs and some of the documents were put in Paco's backpack for later time to study.

"Okay, don't worry about these useless things, now it's too late to find a felt blanket to surround it, so I have to settle down and go out of the body, try to catch a few souls wandering around and ask for clarification. Eupicio told the crowd to be absolutely silent, took out a talami lamp and lit it, and then instructed us to sit in the corner, and said

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"Don't be silent, this is a cursed place, unlike the previous inquests, so you may see the entities of the demons, and even if you are afraid, hold me back. If I hit them, I'll be dragged back from there. If there's nothing more to say, then I'm going to start. "

Fan Fat, who was sitting behind him, blinked in the dark with his two cyan eyes, he was waiting with relish, I glanced at him, and I was shocked into a cold sweat. I'm afraid that the soul sickle has forgotten that this dead fat man is a human mortar, if there are no souls roaming around, shouldn't it be time to let it go again? And before the word slow can be shouted, Eupicio has already closed his eyes, and the butter corpse lamp in front of him seems to have been picked by someone, and the flames suddenly soared high, and the black figure reflected on the wall gradually became huge.

Seeing that I was about to come out, the do-gooders on the side hurriedly grabbed me, shook their heads at me and motioned to do so, and then looked up at the figure on the broken wall, and began to settle down. In the distance, there was the sound of chains dragging the floor, and after passing the empty hall, and then into the corridor, gradually towards the secret room. There was a rumbling sound, and several small tornadoes were blown, and the waste paper scattered all over the house went up to the sky and fell one after another. The light of the hut seemed to be sucked away by the corpse lamp, and the surroundings became pitch black, and the fingers could not be seen. I had a feeling that the room was getting colder and colder, and it seemed as if there were several more figures for no reason.