The two people who died were the tall and short tourists who had argued after making their wishes.
Everyone went into the room where the two of them were sleeping.
He watched as the two lay on their respective beds, their eyes wide open in death, their expressions twisted in a ferocious grimace.
Their hands were gripping their own necks, which were already bleeding from the strangulation, and their fingernails were digging into their flesh.
Everyone who saw this scene felt it was extremely bizarre.
Some of the more timid tourists were frightened.
What's going on?
"Who killed them!"
"No! I need to leave here!"
"I can't stay here any longer."
Everyone took out their phones, intending to leave that night.
However, it was already 8 a.m. when they arrived, and there was still no sign of dawn.
Not only that, they finally discovered that the sky outside was pitch black, eerily so.
"My phone is out of battery!"
"My cell phone has no signal!"
No one answered the phone calls they made.
Everyone ran out of their rooms.
They looked panicked, and some had already called out to the old village chief, "What's going on?"
"You're the village chief here, what's going on?"
The old village chief mimicked them, feigning panic, and said, "I don't know either. This is the first time something like this has happened in our Zhangshu Village."
One of the burly men had already lost his temper; he didn't believe it. "I think you're the one lying!"
He grabbed the old village chief by the collar, shouting, "This must be one of your schemes!"
If anyone could see it, they would notice that a continuous stream of black energy was emanating from the burly man's body.
The more irritable and impatient he becomes, and the more resentful he becomes, the thicker the dark aura around him grows.
However, the old village chief was not afraid of the fierce-looking man at all, and calmly said...
"You all probably came here because of the people around here who came to Zhangshu Village and had their wishes fulfilled. They all left Zhangshu Village unharmed. If I wanted to kill someone, why would I have let the previous groups of people go?"
"Furthermore, none of the tourists who went out have ever said that there is a problem with our village."
Other tourists who heard this also thought it made sense.
A young man wearing glasses said, "I suspect that the murderer has infiltrated our group."
Upon hearing this, everyone became even more convinced of this reason.
Who went into their room tonight?
Rong Huan and the other high school students were unsure whether to raise their hands. They felt that the way the two murderers died made them look like they had been killed by ghosts.
Seeing that neither Sister Baixi nor the old man made a sound, they also remained silent.
No one answered that person; everyone shook their heads.
At night, when everyone is asleep, and these people who come are all strangers to each other, who would go visiting strangers late at night?
The bespectacled man said, "The murderer won't be found anytime soon."
In this tense atmosphere, people began to suspect and doubt each other.
They began to suspect each other of being the murderer, or of colluding with the murderer.
This fear and suspicion makes it even harder for people to trust each other.
However, the big man did not believe there was a murderer; he was convinced that the old village chief was behind it all.
"What evidence do you have to prove that the old village chief orchestrated this?"
"It was a woman dressed in light-colored clothes," she said.
"yes!"
Other tourists were also puzzled as to why this big man was so certain that the old village chief was behind it all.
The burly man snorted, "Didn't you find this village strange when you came in?"
Why do some villagers here always have a smiling face, while others have a blank expression?
Everyone was puzzled upon hearing this.
"But isn't this a unique feature of Zhangshu Village? Those seemingly indifferent villagers are only indifferent in appearance; they are still very responsible towards us."
“Yes,” the others echoed, not seeing anything wrong with it.
The burly man said, "Take a good look at these villagers who came out tonight. Are they indifferent or smiling?"
Upon hearing this, all the tourists looked at the villagers who had run out with them, and without exception, all of them had indifferent faces.
It was especially eerie on this late night.
“Those expressionless villagers are definitely suspicious!” someone said.
The burly man continued, "So there's definitely something wrong with this village. If we tie up the village chief together, we can find out who the murderer is, right?"
“Yes!” one person agreed.
They then prepared to tie up the old village chief, but they were stopped by the indifferent villagers as soon as they were about to act.
All the villagers stood in front of the old village chief, staring at them.
Faced with these indifferent faces, everyone was intimidated and no one dared to step forward.
At this moment, someone said, "I don't care anymore. Who cares who the murderer is? It's none of my business. I'm leaving now!"
The bespectacled man said, "This place is near the mountains, there are no other villages around, no streetlights, and our phones are out of battery. How are you going to leave?"
After those words were spoken, the irrational tourists calmed down.
The woman in light-colored clothes said, "So what? Are we just going to stand here and wait to die? Tonight it's the two of them, who knows if I'll be next?"
The others chimed in, "Yeah! It's better for us to sneak out in the dark than to get killed here, right?"
The bespectacled man said, "If you go out in the dark, you might encounter wild animals in the mountains and get eaten. What's the difference between that and staying here?"
"What should we do? We can't just sit here and wait to die."
"If I had known, I wouldn't have come to this wishing village."
"Me too. I just wanted some money, but now that I think about it, my life is more important."
"I haven't found a job for months. I'm just here to pray for a job I like. I don't want to risk my life."
At first, everyone just wanted to know who the killer was, but now they just want to get out and leave this eerie place.
The bespectacled man said, "Let's wait a little longer; maybe it will be dawn soon."
"Although this village is somewhat strange, how could a village possibly control the sky, whether it's day or night?"
Upon seeing this, the tourists also felt that the deceased's affairs had nothing to do with the village chief.
Only the burly man still believed it was the old village chief's fault, and he watched the villagers warily.
The tourists waited for a long time and were quite hungry. They each brought some dry food, and those who knew each other went into the house together to take out their food.
About an hour or two passed, but there was still no sign of dawn.
They were getting a little impatient.
Looking at the villagers again, their only hope of getting out was that these villagers could help them.
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