Here Lies The Wicked

The night was quiet.

The lights are quiet.

Five or six hours have passed since the landslide collapsed into a personal crater during the day.

During this period, two more peaks collapsed and two more craters collapsed, and a total of three craters have now collapsed.

The incident struck ten miles and eight townships, and during the day, people from several nearby mountain villages were all curious to come and watch.

Even around the evening, civilian police from several police stations in Wenwu Township arrived to raise the line of alert, persuade people to stay away from the perimeter, prevent the mountains from continuing to slide and cause accidents, also to prevent people from destroying the crater. An archaeologist is said to be on his way.

At night.

Dragon Lake Village, a dark shadow, sneaks out of the mountain village, riding in the dark night natural cover, quickly lurking in the direction of the landslide out of the crater.

This person is square.

At this time, however, he, dressed as an "armed man" during the day in a prop suit, covered himself up in a strict truth.

He stole the equipment from the prop artist.

In order to disturb his sight, he also purposely stole several other sets of prop suits of various sizes, deliberately causing ordinary burglaries.

The name of Dragon Lake Village originates from Dragon Lake, which has one of the city's largest reservoirs. And the three mountains that collapsed out of the crater were between Lake Dragonhead and the stone forest during the day.

During the day, the landslide broke out of the pit, Fangzheng and Tuhoudong, as well as the rest of the crew, came along with the curious villagers for a short swim.

The crater that collapsed from the three mountains, with a total of thousands of heads, was astonishing and creepy.

In the daytime, the eyes are crowded, and only three headholes are far apart. This time, it's really late at night to come out and investigate.

If you encounter a psychotic event, you may also be able to collect a few traces of grey air.

When the parties were quietly touching the vicinity of the three hills, a cordon had been raised outside the three craters to prevent people from crossing, but no civilian police had been seen.

Fang has always suspected that the crater was an ancient head sacrifice.

In ancient rituals of sacrifice or burials of nobility, this dehumanizing human sacrifice, such as the sacrificial god or the burglar-proof tomb thief, is used.

Because there is a head sacrifice burial, it usually creates a grudging shadow...

The world is getting weirder and weirder, and only recently has there been a lot of recharging of the relevant knowledge. In the beginning, he was not only collecting the list of novels for Officer Wei, but also looking for relevant knowledge for himself, so his first reaction was to think of the head pit, head sacrifice.

The night was quiet, the mountains were dark as haunted by ghosts. From time to time, strange noises were heard in the mountains, causing sweat to rise, hair to form in the heart. I always felt something hidden in the mountains, and I was hiding in the dark to reveal two cold eyes peeping.

At night, Zhong Lingxiu Qingshan during the day, as if isolated by the fog appeared in the real world, dark, deep, weird, shady, as if under suffocation repression, can not breathe, suddenly became a shadow of terror.

Just beneath the prop suit, his eyes bore a deep light incompatible with his age. He quietly lurked in the dark and looked around the mountain peak around the faucet lake, revealing his contemplations.

“Aren't they all buried in a crater outside Lake Dragonhead? Forming a large agglomeration, eventually turning Lake Dragon into the most evil gate agglomeration pool? ”

Fang had this speculation because he found that those three landslides came out of the summit of the human head pit, which was exactly three of the mountains surrounding Lake Dragon Head.

But this is just a guess, after all, he is not a professional.

Fangzheng's gaze, staring at the dragon lake in the middle of the mountains, the dragon lake in the night, sometime has diffused a layer of white water fog, even more odd.

In the thick of the night, the side was quietly slumped and motionless.

No rushing out.

The ghost knows if there are people around who are hiding "some game”, perhaps already buried the trap beforehand, sitting there waiting for the rabbit to guard the stock.

Time passes minute by second, and the patient is constantly motionless.

He doesn't believe it, and the movement here won't attract the attention of some people with a heart.

All he had to do was wait safely nearby, wait for these people to show up, sweep the front line, and then he kept hiding in the dark, on board wool, and secretly collect grey air to be a beneficial fisherman.

Late at 23: 00, 0: 00, 1: 00... Time continues to pass quietly, Fang is still waiting patiently, just when he thought the night was going to pass so calmly!

From an unknown dark corner, a black figure leaps under the night and finally stands on the shore of the lake, seemingly thinking about something and walking a few laps in place.

Fang Zhengzheng, his prop suit tactical helmet invisible one face, is stunned, surprised expression.

This man… dressed like him in prop clothes from the crew and dressed as a Hollywood “elite armed man" from his "same camp” to disguise his identity.

Square eyebrows twisted together.

That's when the weirder scene appeared.

The sound of the water waves swinging gently, coming from the deep of the foggy quiet faucet lake, such as the stones thrown into the windless ancient pond in the old forest of the deep mountains, the noise… is so clear and stinging.

Only, a small boat, an old man, dressed in a coat, wearing an ancient casket, two hands shaking the oars without delay, drawn from the depths of Lake Dragonhead, gently shaking the lake surface.

The bow of the boat, hung by a green leather lantern, is glowing at this moment, illuminating a very narrow lake near the boat.

The mystery man who stood on the shore of the lake and boarded the boat.

Afterwards, the old man paddled, not slowly but steadily headed deep into the lake, gradually disappearing into the vague white mist.

In front of me... it's getting more and more mysterious.

Who the hell is that mystery man and why do they have crew uniforms?

Did an outsider steal a prop suit?

Or... just like him, always in the crew?

Square frowned.

Around ten minutes later, another black figure emerged from the dark.

But that's not the point.

This person is actually wearing the same color prop suit that was stolen from the crew...

The man came to the shore of the lake, not long after waiting, a small boat, a clothed old man, again without illness, paddled, rowed out from the depths of the lake, calm the lake surface swung a circle under the green leather lantern in a strange green ridge.

Subsequently, the boat gradually made its way to the depths of Lake Dragonhead.

This mysterious man appeared in succession, even more wearing prop suits stolen from the crew, and for a moment, everything seemed lost.

This time around, it seems to finally sink into silence.

One hour, two hours… no one else has appeared at all, it will be close to dawn, and in another hour or two it will be dawn, and you will be biting your teeth.

He snuck out of hiding, then hesitated and hesitated to reach the shore of the lake where the two mysterious men stood.

If not... a boat, a dressed old man, from the depths of the lake, slowly rowed out.

There is a green leather lantern on the bow...