"Lao Li, what did you say the above sent us to this place, do you still have to guard here, who dares to go in? And that person, I just can't get used to it, I don't know what to do every day. ”

"Okay, Xiao Chen, don't complain, I've been here for three years, you only need to survive for three months in total, and you can brag with people at the wine table in the future, right?"

"What are you bragging, when I leave this place, I must take a good bath and 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, and at this time, in the hall on the first floor, an old policeman and a young policeman are sitting on the table, drinking a little wine while talking nonsense.

"Lao Li, if you want me to say that this place can be guarded by that person alone, and who in our Penghe County doesn't know the horror here, and who dares to run in and die. ”

"Of course the locals won't, I'm afraid of those outsiders, especially some media reporters, these people in order to attract the public's attention, even if it is a sea of swords, they dare to break in, not to mention that they don't necessarily believe the rumors of the dead man's ditch. ”

The old policeman has been guarding here for several years, and naturally knows that there is still such a group of people in this world who are not afraid of death, and this kind of people are staunch ghostless theists, and they will not retreat if they have not seen the horror of the dead man's ditch with their own eyes, but when they see it, how many can live?

"Lao Li, tell me, you haven't been curious about this dead man's ditch in the past few years, and you haven't secretly glanced at it?" 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 this dead man's ditch is terrifying, it is also deep inside, and there must not be much horror outside. Didn't that man often watch from the periphery, and nothing happened. ”

"Xiao Chen, I can warn you, don't make mistakes. This dead man's ditch is not a joke, you are still young, don't bury your life because of a moment of curiosity. ”

"Hehe, I'll save it. The young policeman smiled and did not take up the topic again.

Lao Li still wants to persuade a few more words. He was afraid that the young man would not know the height of the sky, and enter the dead man's ditch because of a moment of curiosity, but just as he was about to speak, a figure appeared at the door of the hall, seeing this figure, Lao Li reflexively stood up from the chair and said respectfully: "Mr. Zhang, you are back." ”

When the young policeman heard Lao Li's words, he also hurriedly got up from his chair, although he was disdainful of that Mr. Zhang. But when this Mr. Zhang appeared, he still seemed very reserved.

"Dead man's ditch, the entrant is dead, don't blame me for not reminding you. After Mr. Zhang coldly left this sentence, he walked directly to the stairs inside and went straight to the second floor.

"What kind of person, what kind of pretend, Lao Li, I can't stand this person's dead face, as if everyone owes him money. After the young policeman waited for Mr. Zhang's figure to disappear, he said with some resentment.

"Alright. How about you manage people, our task is not to let ordinary people break into the ditch of the dead, although this Mr. Zhang is not one of our systems, but he has spoken. We both have to listen to others. ”

Lao Li snorted a haha and poured himself half a glass of liquor again, there is nothing to do here, every day is to patrol the neighborhood.

Today, though, is destined to be an accident!

"Hello, we are from Southern Media. The door to the hall was pushed open for the second time. Five or six young men and women walked in, carrying large bags and small bags, and went straight into the hall.

"Is there anything going on with the Southern Media?" Lao Li looked at these people and frowned, but the young policeman saw so many young people, a smile appeared on his face, and he welcomed: "Reporter from the Southern Media? This is a big newspaper, welcome, welcome." ”

"Hello comrade policeman, we are reporters from Southern Media, because a reader sent a manuscript saying that there is a supernatural incident here, and we are here to interview. ”

Huang Ling stepped forward, took out his press card, and handed it to the young policeman.

It's just that when the young policeman looked at the press card, Lao Li directly refused, "I'm sorry, we don't allow interviews here, you better go back as soon as possible." ”

"Don't let you interview?"

Hearing Lao Li's words, Huang Ling and his group looked at each other, as reporters of the Southern Media, wherever they went, the local government was warmly welcomed, and the Southern Media was not just a newspaper media, and ordinary local section-level cadres had to accompany them with smiling faces when they saw these reporters.

Therefore, this time he was directly rejected by an ordinary policeman, which surprised Huang Ling and the others, and the young man who was fighting with the tank even said directly: "As a reporter, we have the right to investigate some incidents and report the truth to the general public." ”

"We don't care about this, anyway, we were given the task of not letting anyone get near the Dead Man's Ditch. Lao Li's tone was not negotiable.

"Lao Li, other reporters have also come to our place from afar, at least let people sit down for a while. ”

The young policeman smiled and moved a few chairs and sat down for Huang Ling and his group, especially when his eyes fell on Chu Xuehan's body, his eyes lit up, such a beautiful girl is really rare, especially in this place where birds don't, he doesn't know how long he hasn't seen a girl, and there is no network signal in this place.

"Xiao Chen, this is the above regulation, and no media can interview them. Lao Li's expression was very serious, this is not a joke, he has been guarding here for several years, except for that Mr. Zhang, he has been the longest, and no one knows better than him the horror of this dead man's ditch.

"Comrade policeman, what kind of society is it now, the so-called supernatural ghosts are just because people have not discovered the mystery, we have also heard, now Penghe County is rumored to be haunted here, for a long time, the atmosphere is not good, our arrival is to report the incident here, and then cause experts and scholars to discuss, crack the truth of the supernatural events here, so that the people are no longer suspicious, do you say?"

Huang Ling said as he handed a cigarette to Lao Li, it was not the first time he had encountered such a thing, some supernatural phenomena had occurred in some places, and the local government was afraid of causing trouble, so they closed the news.

"This reporter, it's not that I, Lao Li, won't let you interview, this is a death order from above, no one can get close to the Dead Man's Ditch. Lao Li took the cigarette, but his tone was still non-negotiable.

"I said this policeman, what is an order, isn't it the words of your leader, our Southern Media is the largest media group in the South, even if you prevent us from interviewing now, as long as we find your leader, he will also agree. ”

Zhuo Lin said very confidently, as a reporter of the southern media, wherever he went, officials from all over the country were stammering them, so he believed that if they found the leaders of the county, the other party would also give them the green light for their interviews.

"The leaders of the county. Lao Li chuckled, "This is a death order personally issued by the head of the provincial department, even if the secretary of the county party committee comes, you can't go in." ”

"You ......" Zhuo Lin didn't expect Lao Li to be so stubborn, what kind of order from the director of the provincial department is simply nonsense, the director of the provincial department will notice this little thing, who is to bluff.

"So lively?"

The door of the hall was pushed open again, Qin Yu looked at the people in the hall, his eyes flashed with surprise, and then he said with a smile: "We met again, it's really fate." ”

"How are you. Zhuo Lin turned around and saw Qin Yu and the tank appear at the door, his face was even more ugly, and he asked, "You two are following us?"

"Are you worth our tracking?" the tank shot back.

"Who are the two?" Lao Li asked out loud when he saw Qin Yu and Tank, he was also wondering in his heart, what day is today, the security room where no one has come for a month on weekdays, there are two groups of people here today, and it seems that these two groups of people still know each other, could it be that these two people are reporters from another media?

"I'm here to find a Mr. Zhang. Qin Yu replied with a smile.

"Are you looking for Mr. Zhang, do you know Mr. Zhang?" The young policeman listened to Qin Yu's words, stood up from his chair at once, looked at Qin Yu and the tank carefully, and muttered in his heart: "Just that person looks like a dead man, can he still have friends?"

"Hmm. Qin Yu nodded, and then asked, "Is Mr. Zhang here?"

Mr. Zhang was told to Qin Yu by Qiu Yun, the guardian of their department in Dead Man's Ditch, and told Qin Yu that if he arrived here, he could contact Mr. Zhang directly, and he had already greeted Mr. Zhang.

This Dead Man's Ditch is guarded by Lao Li and the others from ordinary people entering, while Mr. Zhang is guarding against people in the industry from entering, after all, Dead Man's Ditch is such a place full of secrets, and it is still very attractive to some people in the metaphysical world.

"Mr. Zhang is upstairs, I'll go and call him for you. ”

Lao Li hurriedly stood up and walked up the stairs, and after Lao Li left, the young policeman asked curiously, "Are the two friends of Mr. Zhang?"

"Sort of. Qin Yu replied noncommittally.

"Who is Mr. Zhang?" Huang Ling asked the young policeman.

"A god-like guy, but he's the one we're in charge of. Although the young policeman doesn't like Mr. Zhang, he can't deny the fact that the other party's status is higher than his, at least several times his own director came over, and he was polite when he saw this Mr. Zhang.

Huang Ling listened to the words of the young policeman, rolled his eyes, stood up from the chair, walked up to Qin Yu with a smile, handed over the cigarette, and said: "This gentleman, this is the second time we have met, and it can be regarded as a rare fate, I don't know what to call the two?" )

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