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Fan Ning, who jumped out of the car, frowned as he watched several soldiers squatting on the ground, using their searchlights to illuminate the chassis of the car in front.

It was the body of an adult male. The whole body had shrunk to a certain extent. The clothes had turned into the same color as soil. There were no fatal injuries visible at the moment, but the ten fingers on both arms were all pointing in various directions. The stiffness stretches out.

Previously, the man's body was half-covered and buried in the gravel pile on the bad road. After the wheel ran over his abdomen, the external force caused his whole body to curl up a lot, like a boiled animal. Cooked shrimp.

"It must be some trespassing gathering of acquaintances, a lone traveler, or a straggler."

"It's so good that I just happened to fall here."

"Shit!"

These masculine soldiers cursed a few very authentic sayings that are often used in the army to "dispel bad luck". Some people spat at the same time, while others tried to pull off the corpse's face, which was covered with clothes.

"Don't worry about it." Bishop Tukweil stopped.

Everyone got on the bus again.

Tukweil didn't say anything more, but he was secretly reflecting on the fact that there were still some problems with his actions as the deputy captain just now in stopping the vehicle.

Is it possible that a car tire could trip over a gold brick in a ghostly place like this?
The gold bricks are naturally useless. Even if they stumble upon some magical item with spiritual fluctuations, no one will be bored to pick it up.

In adventure stories, picking up things is an adventure; but in real experience, picking things up randomly is courting death.

The next time I encounter such a small movement that does not cause any obstruction, no matter what it actually is, there is actually no need to get out of the car to check. This time it is mainly due to my habit of being a bishop for many years.

The convoy continued to drive towards the wasteland ahead. For a while, the only sound left in the wasteland was the howling wind. The darkness and thick fog that had been briefly driven away once again occupied everything.

The male body was curled up and its face was facing the direction where everyone was leaving. The clothes covering it were removed by the wind, and it vaguely seemed to be the appearance of Bishop Tukville.

"Roll, roll, roll, roll." "Clang-"

In the distance, the taillight of the last car was quickly swallowed up by the night.

The corpse's eyelids suddenly opened at the next moment, and a pair of bloodshot white eyeballs protruded like lanterns.

After this episode passed, the convoy continued driving deeper.

Entering the abnormal zone for the first time, everyone's nervousness has not diminished, which also leads to high spirits.

Until nearly midnight, the driver's and passenger's seats of the three cars were rotated, and the people who were replaced did not feel sleepy at all.

"Since Bishop Lavoisier set out, it seems that he has stopped preaching the gospel to us in a teaching tone?" Colonel Alpha, who was sitting in the passenger seat of the fuel transport truck at the rear and had a little free time, tried to ask a question.

"You were there when everyone was having dinner at Appele, so you should know the truth." Before Fan Ning, who was in the car in front of him, could say anything, Pastor Jacob, who was holding the steering wheel next to him, made a warning.

"The truth at dinner?" Alpha was trying to remember.

"When I came into that country, I no longer drank the juice of the grapes, for it is written, Strike the shepherd, and the sheep will be scattered; and you will all fall for my sake, until I am in his kingdom. Here, I will drink a new day with you.”

Bishop Tukville in the front repeated what Fan Ning said that night, and reminded all the team members in the three cars loudly: "Colonel Alpha's vigilance is good. Those of us who are responsible for the investigation mission, although we are all doing I have the awareness to "fall", but I also want to witness as many things as possible, and I don't want to have an accident happen prematurely, causing the mission to be aborted. If you feel that something is wrong with you or the people around you, you should raise it in time."

Everyone responded one after another to express their knowledge, and felt the surrounding environment more silently and attentively.

Compared with the daytime when things can be seen, or the cities and villages with traces of human habitation, the night in no man's land presents a lifeless blackness like ink, which further arouses the team members' curiosity about the unknown things that suddenly appear. disturbing imagination.

When the mechanical watch on Fan Ning's wrist stayed at 04:30 in the morning, he signaled everyone to stop and take a rest.

Although no one felt sleepy at all now, their bodies were a little tired and numb after driving for a long time.

Everyone lowered their seats slightly and moved into a more comfortable position, but still maintained a high degree of vigilance to the outside world.But as time passed by, nothing happened, and I didn't feel any discomfort.

When people have an expectation that their environment should be normal, they will try to avoid abnormal things, but conversely, if they have an expectation that their environment should be abnormal, someone will try to do something about it. Substantive things.

For example, find something and take the initiative to eliminate it to gain a sense of psychological control.

But now, this "abnormal zone" is too normal, right?
When the roar of the engine, the grinding of the tires and the vibration of the chassis disappeared, all that was left was an uneasy silence.

In this way, the first night passed without any trouble.

It brings dawn, the sound of birds is heard, and the sun shines through the clouds on the skyline, diluting the darkness inch by inch.

"Bird noises?"

Fan Ning, who had closed his eyes to rest, opened his eyes and was the first to jump out of the car.

The convoy traveled from the wilderness to the mountainous forest area. The morning air was cold and pure.

The abnormal zone is just a "no man's land", not a "lifeless zone". There are still animals and plants. They move and migrate based on their instincts, and concepts such as boundaries have nothing to do with it.

There are already creeks and pools as far as the eye can see. Thick tree trunks are covered with extremely beautiful pollen of various colors. Slender aquatic plants are lying in patches in the flowing water, and there are clear but floating plant debris. Liquid floats.

"There are more and more vegetation, and the rainwater doesn't look poor at least. It's not like a 'land of suffering', but closer to what the southern rainforest looked like."

“Very beautiful and colorful scenery.”

“Soothing.”

Everyone got out of the car to stretch their bodies, looked around with water bottles in their hands, and ate dried meat, noodles, and dehydrated fruits and vegetables.

Fan Ning also raised his head slightly.

But before he had time to make progressive associations with the "birdsong", he felt something was wrong in his field of vision.

Fan Ning closed his eyes hard.

He opened it again, repeated this twice, and shook his head again.

"Why does it suddenly seem like there's something next to you?"

"Did I get washing water in my eyes?"

The people around me speak to each other.

"You feel it too?" Fan Ning turned around.

Bishop Tukville nodded, his tone a little solemn, trying to describe this feeling:

"Twenty to three percent, one to two percent is wrong, just [-]%. I feel like the 'peripheral area' in my field of vision is dyed by something flowing."

"Or, there is a thin, colorful, film-like thing surrounding the edge of the field of vision, like, like?"

Fan Ning frowned and took over the words:

"Colorful soap bubbles in the sun?"