"Old Li, why do you think the higher-ups sent us to this place? Do we still have to guard here? Who dares to go in? And that person, I just can't stand it. He keeps talking about it every day and I don't know what to do.
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"Okay, Xiao Chen, please stop complaining. I have been here for three years. You only need to survive a total of three months. From now on, you can brag to others at the wine table, right?"
"Why are you bragging? When I leave this place, I must take a good bath to get rid of the bad luck on my body."
At the foot of a mountain in Penghe County, there are obviously no residents here, but there is a two-story security building. At this time, in the hall on the first floor, an old policeman and a young policeman are sitting at the table
Go up, drink some wine, and chat.
"Old Li, if you ask me, just let that person guard this place alone. Besides, who in Penghe County doesn't know the horror here, and who dares to come in and die."
"Of course the locals don't. They are afraid of those outsiders, especially some media reporters. In order to attract public attention, these people dare to go through mountains and seas of fire, not to mention that they may not necessarily believe the rumors of the Dead Man's Groove."
The old policeman has been guarding here for several years. Naturally, he knows that there is still a group of people in the world who are not afraid of death, and these people are staunch non-ghost believers. They will not shrink back until they have seen the horror of the Dead Man's Groove with their own eyes.
Yes, but when they see it, how many will survive?
"Old Li, tell me, have you not been curious about this dead man's ditch in the past few years, and haven't you taken a few secret glances?" the young policeman suddenly lowered his voice and asked.
"Curiosity, I cherish my life more than curiosity." Lao Li smiled and replied.
"Actually, I think the Dead Man's Groove, even if it's scary, is deep inside. There's definitely not much terror outside. That person is always watching from the outside. Nothing happened."
"Xiao Chen, I'm warning you, don't make a mistake. This dead man's ditch is no joke. You are still young. Don't ruin your life because of temporary curiosity."
"Hey, of course I can save it." The young policeman chuckled and did not take up the topic again.
Lao Li wanted to give some more advice. He was afraid that the young man would enter the Dead Man's Trench out of ignorance because of his temporary curiosity. However, just when he was about to speak, a figure appeared at the door of the hall. Seeing this figure, Lao Li
Li reflexively stood up from his chair and said respectfully: "Mr. Zhang, you are back."
When the young policeman heard what Lao Li said, he quickly stood up from his chair. Although he said he was dismissive of Mr. Zhang, he still looked very reserved when Mr. Zhang appeared.
"Whoever enters the Dead Man's Trench will die. Don't blame me for not warning you." After Mr. Zhang left these words coldly, he walked directly towards the stairs inside and went straight to the second floor.
"Who are you, what are you pretending to be? Lao Li, I can't stand this man's dead face, as if everyone owes him money." The young policeman said angrily after Mr. Zhang disappeared.
"Okay, what do you care about others? Our mission is to prevent ordinary people from breaking into the Dead Man's Trench. Although Mr. Zhang is not in our system, the higher-ups have spoken, and we must listen to them."
Lao Li laughed aloud and poured himself half a glass of white wine again. He didn't have much to do here, he just patrolled around the area every day.
However, today is destined to be an accident!
"Hello, we are from Southern Media." The door of the hall was pushed open for the second time, and five or six young men and women walked in. These people carried large and small bags and went directly into the hall.
"From Southern Media? What's the matter?" Lao Li looked at these people and frowned. However, when the young policeman saw so many young people, he smiled and welcomed: "Reporter from Southern Media? This
But it’s a big newspaper, so welcome.”
"Hello, comrade policeman, we are reporters from Southern Media. Because a reader wrote in and said that a supernatural incident happened here, we are here to interview."
Huang Ling stepped forward, took out his press card, and handed it to the young policeman.
However, when the young police officer looked at the press pass, Lao Li refused directly, "Sorry, we don't allow interviews here, you'd better go back as soon as possible."
"No interview allowed?"
After hearing Lao Li's words, Huang Ling and the others looked at each other. As reporters from Southern Media, wherever they go, the local government warmly welcomes them. Southern Media is not just a newspaper. Ordinary local department-level cadres see them.
These reporters have to keep smiling faces.
Therefore, this time they were directly rejected by an ordinary policeman, which greatly surprised Huang Ling and others. The young man who was fighting with Tank even said directly: "As reporters, we have the right to investigate some incidents and report them to the police."
Report the truth to the general public.”
"We don't care about this. Anyway, our mission is to prevent anyone from getting close to the Dead Man's Trench." Lao Li's tone left no room for negotiation.
"Old Li, reporters have come all the way to a place like ours. At least let them sit down for a while."
The young policeman smiled and moved some chairs for Huang Ling and his group to sit down. Especially when his eyes fell on Chu Xuehan, his eyes lit up. Such a beautiful girl is really rare, especially when he is in this bird.
It’s a place where I don’t poop. I haven’t seen a girl in I don’t know how long it’s been. This place is so stupid that it doesn’t even have an internet signal.
"Xiao Chen, this is the rule from above. No media can interview you." Lao Li's expression was very serious. This is no joke. He has been here for several years, except for Mr. Zhang.
For the longest time, no one knows the horror of this dead ditch better than him.
"Comrade police, what kind of society is this now? The so-called supernatural ghosts are just because people have not discovered the mystery. We have also heard that people in Penghe County are now saying that this place is haunted. If this goes on, the atmosphere will not be good.
, Our arrival is to report the events here, and then trigger discussions among experts and scholars, decipher the truth of the supernatural events here, so that the people will no longer be suspicious, don’t you think so?”
As Huang Ling spoke, he passed the cigarette to Lao Li. This was not the first time he had encountered such a thing. Some supernatural phenomena had occurred in some places. The local government was afraid of causing trouble, so they blocked the news.
"Reporter, it's not that I, Lao Li, don't allow you to interview. This is a death order from above. No one can get close to the Dead Man's Trench." Lao Li took the cigarette, but his tone still left no room for negotiation.
"I said to this police officer, what is an order? Isn't it the word of your leader above? Our Southern Media is the largest media group in the South. Even if you stop us from doing interviews now, as long as we find your leader, he will agree to it."
Zhuo Lin said confidently that as reporters from Southern Media, officials from all over the country would fawn over them wherever they went, so he believed that if they approached the leaders of the county, they would give them the green light to conduct interviews.
In his eyes, the old policeman was just using chicken feathers as arrows.
"Leaders of the county." Old Li chuckled, "This is a fatal order personally issued by the director of the provincial department. Even if the secretary of the county party committee comes, he cannot enter."
"You..." Zhuo Lin didn't expect that Old Li would be so stubborn. The order from the provincial director was just nonsense. Who would be bluffing that the provincial director would notice such a trivial matter?
"So lively?"
The door of the hall was pushed open again. Qin Yu looked at the people in the hall. Surprise flashed through his eyes at first, and then he said with a smile: "We meet again, we are really destined."
"Why are you guys?" Zhuo Lin turned around and saw Qin Yu and Tank appearing at the door. His face became even more ugly and he asked, "Are you two following us?"
"Are you worthy of our tracking?" Tank shot back directly.
"Who are you two?" Lao Li asked when he saw Qin Yu and Tank. He was also wondering what day it was today. No one came to the security room for a month on weekdays, but today two groups of people came.
, and it seems that these two groups of people know each other. Is it possible that these two people are reporters from another media?
"I'm here to find Mr. Zhang." Qin Yu replied with a smile.
"You are looking for Mr. Zhang, do you know Mr. Zhang?" After listening to Qin Yu's words, the young policeman stood up from his chair, looked at Qin Yu and Tank carefully, and muttered in his heart: "That man looks like a dead man.
, can I still have friends?”
"Yes." Qin Yu nodded, and then asked: "Is Mr. Zhang here?"
Mr. Zhang was told by Qiu Yun to Qin Yu. He was the guard of his department in Dead Man's Valley. He told Qin Yu that if he got here, he could contact Mr. Zhang directly. He had already greeted Mr. Zhang.
Lao Li and the others were there to prevent ordinary people from entering the Dead Man's Valley, while Mr. Zhang was there to prevent people in the industry from entering. After all, a place full of secrets like the Dead Man's Valley was still very attractive to some people in the metaphysical world.
"Mr. Zhang is upstairs. I will call him for you right now."
Lao Li quickly stood up and walked up the stairs. After Lao Li left, the young policeman asked curiously: "Are you two friends of Mr. Zhang?"
"That's right." Qin Yu replied noncommittally.
"Who is Mr. Zhang?" Huang Ling asked the young policeman.
"A talkative guy, but he is the person in charge here." Although the young policeman did not like Mr. Zhang, he could not deny the fact that the other man had a higher status than him. At least several times, the director came over and saw this man.
Mr. Zhang is very polite.
After listening to the young policeman's words, Huang Ling rolled his eyes, stood up from the chair, walked to Qin Yu with a smile, handed over the cigarette, and said: "Sir, this is the second time we have met, so it's the second time we have met.
It’s a rare fate, I wonder what you call them?” (To be continued)