Translator-Rhapsodite
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It was 1:30 in the morning.
Ren Jianmo walked alone in a pitch-black corridor.
To be precise, this was no longer the same place as the Longxing Mountain Tunnel he had entered at the beginning.
About forty minutes ago, he had arrived at the entrance of the Longxing Mountain Tunnel by car.
It seemed that due to the numerous missing person cases, the tunnel had a very bad reputation among the public. So, at some point, the local road management department had closed off the tunnel. Consequently, the entire tunnel was currently dark, and there was a gate at the entrance, preventing people from entering.
But of course, this hadn’t stopped Ren Jianmo, who had the “opening credential.”
He had found a card reader on the gate, inserted the opening credential into the slot, and the gate had automatically opened with a “beep” sound.
Ren Jianmo drove the car into the tunnel and parked it in the middle. Then, he patiently waited for about ten minutes.
It wasn’t until after 1 o’clock that Ren Jianmo followed what was said in urban legends and honked the car horn.
After three long and two short honks, Ren Jianmo turned off the engine, got out of the car, and called out a few times into the empty darkness, “Come with me.”
There was not a single ray of light in the pitch-black tunnel.
He could only see a small area illuminated by the headlights in front of him.
It was eerily quiet all around.
After Ren Jianmo stopped talking, the only thing left in the entire tunnel was the whistling wind, which made people feel the flow of air and time around them.
Ren Jianmo patiently waited for a while.
Then, he sensed that something gathering around him that seemed to be coming from an unknown direction.
Ren Jianmo closed his eyes and felt it.
Those things couldn’t be seen, heard, or touched, but they were like shadows, surrounding him, stirring the gentle breeze around him, making him feel their presence.
Then, a faint light appeared in the distance.
The light seemed far away at first, but in the blink of an eye, it appeared very close, and flickered like an unpredictable ghostly flame.
At the same time as the light had appeared, in Ren Jianmo’s mind, many voices overlapped.
If someone had heard the recording of the Taiwan China Airlines crash audio from a black box that circulated many years ago, they would understand what kind of sound Ren Jianmo “hearing” at that moment.
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
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However, just like how these eerie screams had affected his mind, in just a two-second daze, Ren Jianmo started walking toward the unknown light ahead.
——I see!
——No wonder this [Film] arranges for participants to form teams.
After taking just two steps forward, Ren Jianmo shuddered and snapped out of the substantial screams echoing in his mind.
Even as someone with psychic control abilities, he had almost fallen victim to the overwhelming sound.
If it were any other participant, they would have likely fallen into a deep hypnotic state, losing themselves in an unstable state of mind and would have followed the light into the depths of the tunnel, right?
So, to solve this strange location mystery, the first step was to determine who could awaken from the hypnotic state before things become insalvageable and then awaken the others as well, right?
Ren Jianmo stopped in his tracks, deep in thought.
Suddenly, he felt a forceful push on his back.
The sensation and the area of impact were clearly from a person’s hand, but when Ren Jianmo turned around, there was nothing behind him, not even a ghostly figure.
——Had something urged me to continue moving forward?
Ren Jianmo immediately understood the meaning behind the push from the “person.”
So he once again took long strides and walked towards the distant light.
……………
One step, two steps… one minute, two minutes…
Although it was still pitch black all around, Ren Jianmo realized that the environment he was in had changed at some point.
Instead of a modern tunnel with two lanes and a pedestrian walkway, there was now a narrow passageway filled with the smell of coal, ash, and tar.
At this moment, Ren Jianmo was able to reach out and feel the rough and dry soil next to him, and the sensation under his feet changed from solid and smooth concrete to bumpy and muddy ground.
The cries and screams echoed in Ren Jianmo’s ears, and the hands pushing him forward seemed to multiply.
In such a dark, enclosed, deep, and completely unfamiliar environment, Ren Jianmo walked while calculating his steps.
Then, he finally saw the source of light.
Immediately after, accompanied by a thunderous roar, the passageway where Ren Jianmo stood began to violently shake. Rocks and debris fell from above, and countless hands reached out from the darkness, tightly gripping his hand, sleeve, and pant legs!
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It was 3:15 in the morning.
Under the bridge of Dongsiyong, Ji Dong and the others found themselves in a predicament, unsure of what to do.
After arriving at the [Life-Taking River], they had followed the pattern of urban legends they had collected and made a makeshift bed under the bridge’s arch.
The arch bridge over [Life-Taking River.] was a very old-fashioned and unartistic upside-down “山” shape, separating into three main structures. The middle bridge pier spanned across the entire river with two smaller ones on each side, forming two small gates on both sides of the river.
If someone wanted to spend the night under the bridge, the only option would be to go under the two small bridge piers.
Although it was an outdoor environment, this “treacherous river” was not something you could enter and exit freely.
It took Ji Dong and the others a full ten minutes to find the maintenance stairway that led to both sides of the river.
Afterward, everyone unsurprisingly discovered that the entrance to the stairs was securely locked with an iron fence. Thankfully, however, it only required the opening credential they had in their hands to unlock it.
After opening the door, Ji Dong, Mo Tiangen, and the Fan siblings had descended to the east bank of the river. Like four trembling quails, they huddled with their legs tucked under the bridge, waiting for the arrival of the mysterious “Kayako Saeki.”
Even though it was the most tiring time for people, they were currently living as a “night owl” schedule in the Southern Hemisphere, so they had already had a round of sleep during the day. They also didn’t have the nerve to be tired when they knew that dangerous spirits were approaching. Who wouldn’t be on edge, like a fully drawn bow, ready to strike at any moment in such a situation?
The four of them were not sleepy at all. They sat together, wide-eyed, alertly observing their surroundings, not even daring to glance at their phones.
Even when a mouse scurried by occasionally, it would make them all jump in unison. Those who had bows would draw them, those with knives would unsheathe them, and even the only family nanny among them would “squeak” and jump behind his sister, like a timid rabbit.
T/N- here the author is calling Fan Luming “family nanny” as he is always with his sister and goes wherever she goes.
They waited like this for a whole hour, but the surroundings remained calm and peaceful, with nothing out of place.
Just as the Fan siblings were starting to wonder if they had made a mistake somewhere, Ji Dong suddenly slapped his thigh and whispered, “I’ve got it!”
“Shouldn’t we be doing something instead of just sitting here?”
He gestured for them to lie down, “I remember, in that post, it said that he only heard the singing when he was half asleep.”
Everyone agreed with the reasoning, so even though they were reluctant, they had to reluctantly pair up, lie back to back, turn off their flashlights, half-close their eyes, and pretend to be asleep.
This time, they didn’t have to wait long.
About ten minutes later, the four of them, while pretending to be asleep, all heard the faint, distant sound of water, a “drip, drip,” that was getting closer and closer.
Then, Fan Heiman, who was sleeping on the far left, suddenly felt a drop of water on her face.
The girl was immediately scared and couldn’t contain her fear. She let out a sharp scream and quickly changed from lying on her side to lying on her back.
At the same time, she saw a silhouette against the light.
The person had messy hair and was covered in smelly mud and water stains. The long hair that reached their shoulders was tangled and dripping with water.
From Fan Hemian’s current perspective, she couldn’t see the person’s face clearly, but she could see the person’s hunched body and a raised machete held tightly in their hands!
“Ah!!”
Fan Hemian felt her mind go blank, and her heart almost stopped beating. Without having to think, she lifted her foot and kicked directly at the person’s face, using the momentum to roll back about a meter.
However, her foot didn’t make contact.
But the girl reacted quickly, so the machete only grazed her pant’s leg, and the machete hit the ground with a “clang.”
“Oh my gosh!”
The four people present all exclaimed.
Although it was dark here, there was no other source of light except for a distant street lamp and the crescent moon in the sky.
But in that split second, they all saw it. Even though Fan Hemian’s kick had gone through the person’s face, the person’s machete had solidly hit the ground, making a clear “thud” sound.
——This was such an illogical and unphysical phenomenon!
Ji Dong and the others truly felt that they had experienced enough of the unreasonable aspects of the [Film] in this supernatural setting!
But now was not the time to complain, because the figure with the machete was already standing up, humming a strange and offbeat tune, and slashing towards Mo Tiantian, who was, then, the closest to it!
“Damn, you’re still going strong?!”
Mo Tiantian immediately swung a folding stool and smashed it towards the figure.
However, the folding chair in his hand passed through the opponent’s body as if it had made contact with a cloud of mist, while the attacker’s blade narrowly grazed his side, leaving a bloody gash.
This attack was truly perilous. If it weren’t for Mr. Dagen’s timely sidestep and evasive maneuver, it would have been a repeat of the gruesome fate from the previous [Film] of being gutted and disembowelled!
“What’s going on?!”
Mo Tiangen, clutching his wounded side, staggered back to Ji Dong’s side, saying, “This thing, it really can’t be hit!”
The author has something to say:
The Taiwan China Airlines crash recording is a well-known rumor.
Basically, in May 2002, Taiwan China Airlines flight CI611 disintegrated in mid-air and crashed into the sea, resulting in the loss of all onboard. Then, someone claimed to have received a mysterious voicemail on the seventh day after the crash. The voicemail contained the sounds of people sobbing, crying, and screaming, as well as the sound of waves. This led to the rumor that it was a “voicemail from the victims of the China Airlines crash.”
Nowadays, if you search for the keywords, it’s easy to find that recording. But for those who haven’t heard it, I don’t recommend being curious!
Of course, this is just an urban legend that hasn’t been officially confirmed, haha!
Now I’m itching to search for this recording…🫣
Urban horror stories always creepy for me. Hehe, even I’m a believer of science but can’t help be over imaginative from what I read scaring myself in the end.😂
So far, this arc is quite scary to read.