Ling Sichen had to suspect that he was still in a dream, or that he was in a world. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The commanding height of the Chihai Bridge is a lighthouse, mainly for convenient ships, but with the decline of the shipping industry, gradually, the number of ships passing through the bridge has decreased year by year, and this lighthouse has been unmanaged and has become an empty tower.

At this moment, it stood in the night, and the headlights at the top shimmered, like a one-eyed giant.

Ling Sichen's footsteps were a little heavy, there was nothing in front of him at all, to be precise, there was no one. Except for a bridge that stretches as far as the eye can see and an eerie lighthouse.

A gust of cold wind blew, Ling Sichen shivered, he turned his head mechanically, and there was nothing. Even the No. 6 bus is gone.

Hell yes. He suddenly felt his scalp tingle, and even the wind around him became more and more biting. After getting out of the car, he completely looked at the sky, and it was extremely gloomy. It was dark and low, a large group of black clouds gathered together, Ling Sichen had never seen such a scene, even at night, it was shocking enough, as if after tearing the black clouds apart, another world would appear.

It is obviously not wise to turn back now, for for such a long road, heavy rain could pour down at any time, and the wind would become stronger and stronger. Take shelter for now? Don't make a fuss, if there is really a ghost, the lighthouse in front of you is obviously a bait! So many years of horror games have not been played in vain, and Ling Sichen feels that he is only a nuclear flashlight away from those game protagonists at the moment. But just like the setting in those games, he didn't have a choice, as if there was a cliff behind him and a cabin in the woods in front of him, and even if you knew exactly what was in the hut, no one would have thought of jumping off the cliff in the first place. Ling Sichen was a little embarrassed, he could only try to comfort himself, maybe the large number of enthusiasts were just like him, hiding in the lighthouse to discuss academics, and now they can go in and be an observer?

Forget it, don't talk about it. It's not a game, he can't be saved, and there's no file to read. Now, Ling Sichen can only bite the bullet.

There is no nuclear flashlight, but he has a small electric mobile phone, and Ling Sichen adjusts the brightness to the highest and holds it in his hand. The gate to the lighthouse was as unlocked as ever, and he pushed it carefully. He still follows the rules of a horror game, pushing the door too loudly will disturb the weird.

However, no matter how careful you are, it has no effect, this iron gate and the gate of the society are a virtue, the rust is serious, the bottom is scratching against the brick surface, and the sound is particularly harsh, echoing in the tower. However, he was sure that this was indeed an empty tower, and the power was out.

But fortunately, there is a place to shelter from the rain, so I can only wait until the signal is restored. In order to save electricity, Ling Sichen temporarily cared for his mobile phone.

The lighthouse is still made of ancient bricks, but the gaps are filled with concrete, and it is still very strong, after all, it has stood strong in the wind and rain for so many years. The tower is a three-story structure, the first floor is full of tools, quite cluttered, and the second floor is a workshop and a lounge, with a yellow-skinned old-fashioned sofa in the middle, different from the common watchtower, the top floor of this lighthouse is much larger in comparison, more like a fortress, and the observatory light is located in the middle, protected by iron mesh and glass. Ling Sichen sat on one side, leaning against the headlight, a little distracted.

It was the first time that I was alone and quietly looking at the sky and the sea, but I inexplicably felt a sense of déjà vu. It turns out that the sky at night is so similar to the sea, but there seems to be something missing.

The meteor is gone, and you can still watch the rain. Ling Sichen comforted himself, probably those large number of people were not stupid, such weather, they might have withdrawn a long time ago. In the end, it's yourself who is stupid...

The black tide came and crashed against the shore, like countless black ants.

Ling Sichen moved his buttocks and simply lay down. Think about it carefully, today is really a memorable day in life, I dreamed early in the morning, I woke up stupidly, and then I woke up after dark, and I ran here to see the meteor like a fool, and it turned out to be raining, it's just...

Ling Sichen suddenly realized something and sat up suddenly. Yes, he dreamed early in the morning, and, moreover, he dreamed of himself?

But suddenly something fell on his head, Ling Sichen looked up, and the heavy rain finally poured, accompanied by a howling wind.

The wind swept through the torrential rain, and even breathing became difficult. But Ling Sichen was like petrified, he didn't want to move, he couldn't move, those fragmentary pictures resurfaced, he knew that he would never dream of himself, the only possibility was that what he saw in his dreams was real, so what about now? The picture is too fragmented, and there is too little information available.

The rain was so cold that it pierced the skin and penetrated deep into the bone marrow. In a trance, I couldn't tell who I was, why I was here, or now, I was still deep in a dream.

The rain around him suddenly stopped, a circular rain curtain opened, and Ling Sichen raised his head, it was the stars, the stars.

It's just that the stars are painted in the interior of an umbrella.

The sound of the wind and rain was too loud, and Ling Sichen didn't notice that someone was approaching behind him, but he was inexplicably not surprised.

"May I ask you a question? Ling Sichen. After a moment of silence, the person behind him asked, he held the umbrella above Ling Sichen's head, and he was in the torrential rain.

The man's voice was as refreshing as rain, but it was as piercing as the cold wind, and Ling Sichen always felt that he had heard it somewhere.

"Zhang..." he turned around to ask, but the person behind him put his hand against his head, and he was speechless for a while.

"You'll know who I am, but not now." The man said. "So, answer my question."

What's the matter today, all these strange things, okay, you ask, hurry up and ask, it's raining and windy, I don't want you to be drenched all the time, Ling Sichen thought to himself.

"Well, but before I do that, let me give you something." The man said, as if he understood Ling Sichen's heart.

Come on, bring something. Ling Sichen couldn't help but say bad things in his heart.

There was a sudden plush touch in his right hand, Ling Sichen hurriedly withdrew his hand, and a long-eared creature he had never seen before rubbed against his body like a cat, very close. But before he could see it clearly, the little beast turned into a cloud of black mist and surrounded him, but when he opened his eyes, it was already another world.

At the entrance of the Chihai Bridge, two figures with umbrellas were sneaking around in the night, they were standing around the corner, one of them was carrying two boxes, he squatted down for a moment, and two gunshots rang out in the corner, accurately hitting the suspended surveillance, but they were quickly drowned out by the sound of rain.

"Well, here's for you." Akisai handed one of the long suitcases to Hotaru, "Do you have to dress like this?" We're not going to the festival. ”

"Isn't that weird?" Feng Ying looked at her clothes and felt that there was no problem, "Didn't you say that it was easy to change into clothes that are easy to move, this is the most suitable one for me." I was only tasked with interviewing new students, so the clothes I brought with me were just everyday clothes. ”

Feng Hotaru's double ponytail has been tied into a neat single braid with a hairtowel at the moment, and a circle of small bells is tied to the hair on the side of her ears, and she is wearing a kimono.

The white lining inside, a small kimono with a black background, the whole body is decorated with pink Yae broken cherry blossoms, the knee-length middle vibration sleeves are shaped like a pair of wings, the beige corset, and the hem is more like a loose short cloth skirt, which can indeed maximize the range of movement.

"But you even put on your geta." Qiu Zhai looked at her feet and said.

"If you really need to fight, it's easier to take off the clogs." Feng Ying shook her feet. "I'm more used to fighting barefoot, Director, you don't have to worry about me, my physical arts class is full marks, and if you shoot, there is no problem."

"But you also said that you haven't overhauled it for more than a year, what if it's aging." Qiu Zhai said lazily.

"Well, but on the premise of not using the cloister, there is still no problem." Feng Hotaru followed him closely, and due to the increasing wind and rain, it seemed a little difficult for the two to communicate, "There's nothing to worry about, as long as the oath is limited, no one can use the cloister here." ”

"So, that's what I'm worried about," Akisai said in a voice that Hotaru couldn't hear.

The so-called oath, called the "oath of conservation", has a total of ten oaths, as the name suggests, conservation, and its birth comes from the end of countless wars.

Qiu Zhai knows that every oath of the "Conservation Oath" is mandatory, not only for the oath-taker, and everyone who resonates with the oath will be unconditionally restricted by the oath, but he also knows that this is not everyone.

The wind and rain are getting stronger and stronger, like a roaring beast, and the umbrellas of the two are also blown uncertainly. In the dark, Qiuzhai has a premonition that ten years of conservation are crumbling at the moment.