Creation of Dongying Guitan

Not far away, a brook flows briskly.

There is a bluestone bridge over the stream, and there are several families with white walls and blue tiles on the other side of the bridge.A faint curl of green smoke rises from the roof of a house.

The crow closed its eyes, and the drowsiness of a sleepless night was extremely rare.

She soon fell asleep and had a good dream. Grandpa, grandma, parents, sister, and the young girl went to the hot spring near Fusheng Village to take a bath together. The sister sang a song, singing happily and laughing. The sound spread all the way to the banyan tree far away.

A gust of cold wind blows

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The crow suddenly woke up from the dream, opened his eyes——

It was late at night, and there was a red moon in the sky.

She took out the earphones, plugged the cable into the phone, put the earphones into the ears, played metal rock, turned the volume to the maximum, and couldn't hear anything.

She stood up and looked at the huge banyan tree—the dense leaves had disappeared, leaving only dense, gloomy dry branches, swaying like long fingernails in the cold wind.

A thick withered vine is wrapped around the trunk, like a python with dry skin.

In the distance, a figure walked over here.

His steps were slow and heavy, and there was a burst of death on his body.

Getting closer, the bloody moonlight shone on his face, and the outline of his facial features became clear——

It was the middle-aged man whom the crow knocked out during the day.

His entire eyeballs were white, and he stared straight at the crow, with a sinister aura in his eyes...

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Chapter 73 Accident in Yinglang

"This is too weird..."

The crow wanted to escape subconsciously, but her body was still out of control.

The man came over.The further you go this way, the more deadly you feel on your body.

The crow held his breath, his heart was pounding, and he felt that there was only a slight distance between himself and death—where is this, is it the legendary [dead zone]?

This kind of local crow has never seen it with his own eyes, and no other weird investigators in the whole country should have seen it.

The crow has seen relevant articles in the top-secret grotesque periodicals published inside the National Police Agency. It seems that no living person has ever escaped from the [dead zone].As for the content of the article, part of it comes from the dialogue between the psychic and the dead soul, and more is the author's guess.

Is this the fate of a grotesque investigator... Even death, death must be as weird as possible.

"What are you afraid of?"

A voice suddenly appeared in her mind: "You were led to such a ghostly place by God, [Dead Zone] has no effect on you, just enjoy the pleasure of mindlessly avoiding the rules at this time."

"who are you?"

Crow asked subconsciously.

"Don't ask, you can't understand it with your wisdom," the voice continued, "I can only tell you that God cares about you, so don't disappoint His high expectations."

"God? You said...God is paying attention to me?"

The voice in my head stopped talking.

God... is that phantom that made the deal with me just now?

This thought flashed through Crow's mind, and he almost ignored the man even walking in front of him.

When she came back to her senses, the man had already walked past her, and the corpse spots on his face were clearly visible.

The crow's gaze followed the man slowly.

The man walked under the banyan tree, and the dense aerial roots submerged his head.

The thick withered vines wrapped around the tree trunk suddenly rolled towards the man, entangled him, jerked violently, and hung his body upside down on the treetop—it was exactly the same posture as the crow had hung the man on the tree before.

In the next moment, a bird covered in pitch black appeared strangely at the top of the banyan tree.It looks a bit like a crow, but is much bigger than a normal crow.

The black bird opened its mouth and seemed to cry.

The moment the blackbird opened its mouth, the air around the blackbird visibly distorted. Based on the crow's experience, this cry probably contained some kind of terrible rule.

Normally, the crow would have prepared a suicide note after hearing it, but at this moment her ears were filled with heavy metal rock music, and she couldn't hear it at all.Is this... the sense of security brought about by God's guidance?

The black bird called, and the bloody moonlight poured down. Hundreds of corpses hung on the branches of the banyan tree, swaying rhythmically as the cold wind blew.

The middle-aged man became one of the corpses, staring at the crow with completely albino eyes.

Crow's spine felt chills, subconsciously calling out to the voice just now, but there was no response.

She thought to herself: What are you afraid of, Nobuko Mizutani, you are chosen by God, and God is watching you.

Thinking about it this way, I felt a little more at ease in my heart, as if there was a god really protecting me.

The black bird kept calling a few times, seeing that the crow was indifferent, it seemed that it did not fall into its own trap at all.

According to its own rules, it suddenly flapped its wings and flew up.

Then, it flew over the crow's head.

Under the red moon, its shadow was like a ghost, moving rapidly on the ground, and the light flickered wherever it passed.Apparently, the shadows also contain horribly grotesque rules.

God bless you...

The thought flashed again in the crow's mind, and her body flashed to the other side, leaving only a phantom in place.

The black bird streaked across the sky, its shadow streaked across the ground, and the phantom shattered.

The black bird turned its head, stared at the crow with its dark eyes, and flew towards the top of the crow's head again.

The crow was about to dodge to the other side, when the dead vines of the banyan tree rolled towards her like lightning.

Never get caught up in it.she thought.

The body rolled forward uncontrollably, dodging the withered vines.

Seeing the opportunity, the blackbird swooped down, and its shadow swept towards the crow.

"It's this moment." The voice in my mind sounded again, "Remember this moment, this is God's guidance and blessing." The crow bent its legs and flicked upwards, its body twisted into an incredible arc, and fell in midair He turned a somersault and narrowly escaped the shadow cast by the blackbird.

After another somersault, the crow appeared above the black bird, looking down at the black bird.

For the first time...for the first time since the crow realized that this was a world shrouded in the cloud of grotesque, she felt that the grotesque with the rules of terror running in these bodies didn't seem so...so scary.

"God said," said the voice in my head, "you can hold it with your hands now."

The crow was so convinced that he stretched out his hand and actually caught the black bird.

The black bird opened its mouth wide, howled mournfully, and flapped its wings fiercely.

Crow's ears are full of heavy metal rock.

"Weird? Is this grotesque?"

The crow looked at the struggling black bird in his hand, and felt an extremely strange feeling in his heart——

It turns out... It turns out that those grotesques that used to be able to deprive human lives at will, like gods of death, will actually be easily caught in my hands one day. Just being aggrieved is so...exciting.

Is this God? Is it God’s guidance?

Crow's entire scalp was numb, and goosebumps all over his body.

At this time, a deadly aura emanated from the black bird, eroding the crow's palm.

The flesh and blood on his hands quickly disappeared, leaving only white bones.

But it seemed that because of God's guidance, she didn't have the slightest fear in her heart, and she just waited for the endless surprises that God would bring to her.

"Now," said the voice again, "eat it!"

Eating...eating grotesques...this kind of thing is more terrifying than swallowing magma, the crow didn't even dare to think about it before.

But at this moment, there was an inexplicable frenzy in Crow's heart.

Grotesque... what would the flavor of grotesque be like?

Conditions are not allowed, otherwise stew it in a pot, or set up a grill, sprinkle with cumin and pepper... that would be called enjoyment.

She thought so in her heart, but she kept grabbing the black bird in her hand and stuffing it into her mouth.

The black bird is very big, but it turns into a ball of black when it catches the mouth

Confused, it got into the mouth of the crow.

The crow felt that the god of death rolled over his esophagus, and where he passed, the flesh and blood were cut off.But, really, she wasn't scared at all.

Under the red moon, the sky was gloomy, and the crow passed out on the ground.

The crow dreamed again—

In the evening, in the small town, it was raining heavily. A man wearing a bamboo hat stood at the gate of the courtyard and knocked on the gate.

She opened the courtyard door and saw a blurred face.

The man in the bamboo hat said: "The night is coming, the road is long and the rain is long, the wind is howling, it is not suitable to travel far, may I ask you to stay overnight?"

Crow woke up from his dream.

look around—

The sun is shining brightly, the sky is blue and white clouds are shining.

In the distance, the stream is gurgling, the bluestone bridge casts a reflection, and the houses are surrounded by smoke.

The banyan trees are as dense as before, and the branches are emerald green, as if washed by heavy rain.

Birds with colorful feathers are dancing on the branches, and their chirping is very crisp.