On the island, gas stations.

Guo Jian came back at about the same time as Yuan Xin: "The archives of the police station record some small disputes about friction, injuries, and traffic, and the people in the town are basically related to each other, and there are no major incidents and cases. ”

"However, I found that their attendance is closed every seven days at this time of year, that is, on the 24th day of June in the lunar calendar, and the file records for this period are also blank. ”

Yuan Xin immediately said: "That is to say, not only this year, but every year they will leave the island at this time, and it will last for seven days. ”

"It's exactly seven days, this island is called Seven Days Island, and our trip to the island is also seven days. ”

Yuan Xin said with certainty: "The problem must be in the seven days after the 24th day of the sixth month of the lunar calendar, which must have a special meaning for the people on the island." ”

Guo Jian took out an archival document and opened it: "I think so too, I checked the archives of the entire archive room during this period, and this file records that seven years ago, a villager named Wang Binbin caught fire and burned down the items in the warehouse for sacrificial festivals, and was sentenced to seven days of detention. ”

Yuan Xin looked back, and Wang Binbin marked him as missing by accident and has never appeared again.

Guan Fei and Hu Beibei's sisters were the closest to the library, but they came back the latest, and it seemed that the materials in the entire library made them find enough.

Guan Fei returned with a bag of books, including many magazines printed in schools and towns on the island, some old newspapers and periodicals, and a chronicle that looked a little old.

After sitting down and taking a breath, he said, "I checked, this island was not called Nanikajima at all, but was called Shinkaijima, and it used to be a fishing village, but it was renamed Nanikajima after it was changed to tourism." ”

"The biggest festival on the island every year is the Divine Festival, which is said to be a sacrifice to the gods of the island's faith, and when the annual Divine Festival was held every year, the entire island would be closed to the public, but since the current mayor took the throne, it seems that there has been no such rule in the past few years, and the Divine Sacrifice Festival has never been held again. ”

Yuan Xin looked at the books and materials they brought back, and at this time he raised his head: "No, the annual Divine Sacrifice Festival is still held. ”

"It's just that it's no longer the inhabitants of the island who participate in the sacrifice and are sacrificed, but tourists like us who have been deceived. ”

Yuan Xin raised his head and looked at them: "We really fell into the sacrifice of the inhabitants of the island, and now we have become the sacrifice of this divine sacrifice festival. ”

Hu Leilei hugged her head in despair: "But what's the use of discovering these? We still haven't found a way to get out, it's going to be dark soon, who knows if the corpse tide and monsters from yesterday will come out again." ”

Yuan Xin held up the chronicles that Guan Fei had brought back and the ancient paintings he had found: "No! Since the inhabitants of the island used to hold their own sacred sacrifices, then they must know how to survive, otherwise the people on the island would have been wiped out long ago." ”

"I believe the way we're going to find is in these things in front of us. ”

Yuan Xin suddenly looked at the ancient painting again at this time.

The huge bonfire, and the sacrificial process like a sacrificial ceremony, the intense flames illuminate the darkness, and the terrifying shadows hidden in the darkness seem to be afraid of the light of the bonfire.

Yuan Xin opened the ethnography of the clan on the island, corresponding to the picture on the painting, and suddenly understood something.

He turned his head and pointed to a passage in the chronicles: "Fire can channel the gods, and there will be gifts. 】

Then he pointed to the painting on the ancient painting: "Ceremony! This is a kind of ritual, which is used by the people of the island to hold the festival of the gods, to sacrifice to the gods and obtain the gifts of the gods, and in the process of sacrifice, ghosts, gods and monsters do not dare to approach." ”

Guan Fei said at this time: "It's okay not to light a fire, right? ”

Yuan Xin looked outside, and it was getting dark again: "Let's do it according to the way the painting is going on! Time is running out, get ready first." ”

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There was a rumbling sound, it was the sound of a diesel generator running in a supermarket.

The students who came by boat are here at the moment, and they seem to have had an accident in the fog last night, missing a few people, and even two people were injured.

The rich second-generation college student named Su Zhan, who organized the trip, looked pretty good, didn't leave the injured classmates, brought them all up, and arranged for the girls to take care of the two.

The diesel generator was running, the supermarket finally had electricity, and immediately saw the lights come on, and the phone and computer can finally be charged.

Su Zhan asked another classmate, "How is the computer?"

The male classmate shook his head: "The wireless connection is not available, and the network cable is not connected!"

Then he was on the other side of the classmate who was fiddling with the landline: "What about the landline in the supermarket?"

The other party sighed: "It's the same as a mobile phone, you can't get through, and you can't contact the outside world at all." ”

It was getting dark, and the group of students sealed all the entrances to the supermarket, hid in the supermarket, and were fully armed and ready to carry it through the night.

At this time, suddenly the person in the basement ran up and said excitedly to Su Zhan: "There is a basement warehouse below, which is very sturdy and reliable, safe and hidden, and there is a bathroom and kitchen inside. ”

"We can take the food down and hide inside, at least half a month without worrying about eating and drinking, even if anything happens outside, it has nothing to do with us. ”

The rest of the students thought it was a good idea and moved their things to the warehouse below.

At the end of the day, the sun slowly sets, and darkness reigns over the earth.

The last ray of sunset disappeared above the clouds, and the script in the hand of director Gu Xiaobai changed again: [Night falls, and the ghost bonfire festival begins. 】

In the warehouse under the supermarket, the floor was covered with quilts and pillows, and the students and men were gathered together at the moment, only a curtain was opened in the middle, white lamps illuminated the not very large warehouse, and boxes of various foods were piled up on the steel frame.

It was really boring, and one student immediately stared at the TV on the shelf: "Isn't there a TV? Can you turn it on and take a look?"

"There shouldn't be a signal!"

"Let's open it and see it, maybe you can get it?"

In the end, it was decided to open it, but unbeknownst to everyone, this immediately triggered the trigger for some mysterious power.

The TV came on, and first there were snowflakes, but nothing could be seen, and everyone had a look of disappointment on their faces.

But then, the snowflakes continued to lengthen, white vertical lines appeared, and finally a faint picture appeared.

The boy with the remote control said happily: "It's out, it's out, there's a picture." ”

The girl sat on the other side of the curtain with the whole plate and looked ahead: "What is it?"

Su Zhan was a little puzzled: "How is it black and white?"

An ancient well with a missing corner appeared on the screen.

A question mark appeared in everyone's minds.

"What's the situation? Is this a movie or a show?" a certain Xiaobai looked left and right without knowing anything.

"It feels like ...... Familiar?" several of them made the same sound.

Then came the news of the volcanic eruption in the newspapers, and then a strange pupil appeared, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a picture of a woman in a kimono combing her hair.

Su Zhan already knew what this thing was, and suddenly felt a tingling of his scalp, his hands and feet were cold, and he yelled: "Turn it off, quickly turn off the TV." ”

A male student on the side reacted the fastest, pulled out the plug at once, and the picture finally went black.

As everyone breathed a sigh of relief, a messy bell rang through the warehouse.

Everyone's cell phones rang.

Then, on the unplugged TV, snowflakes appeared again and flashed a few times.

An ancient well reappears in the picture.

Su Zhan held the mobile phone that kept ringing, and then looked up at the TV, the tall white-clothed female ghost with a cloak and a tall figure had already crawled out of the ancient well.

Su Zhan's mouth twitched, and then he spit out a sentence: "Dog screenwriter!"