First Release
The sunlight that broke through the clouds drove away the last bit of mist. The emerald green leaves were moist and the petals seemed more delicate than before.
Several young people covered in rashes rushed to the Hydrangea Pavilion while scratching their itch. They had black lumps on their faces or foreheads, and sometimes a strange low moan came out of their throats.
They were a group of citizens who had just entered the Botanical Garden. Unfortunately, not long after they entered, they heard a broadcast about escaping from the thick fog, and in a hurry they ran into the nearest exhibition hall to take shelter.
As the fog faded, they found that all the plants outside the window had withered, and they were shocked and itchy all over.
After finally waiting for the sky to clear and the fog to dissipate, they couldn't wait to run to the hydrangea pavilion, their bodies becoming increasingly hot and painful.
"...Why...hey...we haven't arrived yet..." The young woman endured the pain in her body and checked the paper map. "Hey...it's this way..."
To get to the Hydrangea Pavilion, you need to pass through the bamboo forest.
They felt so uncomfortable that they bent over and covered their stomachs, looking at the leaves on both sides of the path.
Aren’t those long leaves bamboo leaves?
"There is a person in white clothes ahead, let's go ask him."
The group continued running, not noticing the small sign standing by the road.
It reads:
Areca palm
Other names: Yellow Coconut, Phoenix Tail
Family: Palmaceae, Palmaceae
Characteristics: A shrub with pinnately divided leaves that are flat and curved downwards, yellow-green in color, and waxy white powder on the surface.
Habit: Tropical plant, prefers warm, humid, semi-shaded environment.
As it approached five o'clock in the afternoon, the sunlight began to dim and a hint of gray-blue sky appeared through the clouds.
Lu Miao and others left the orchid house.
She walked at the back and quickly wrote a line of small words on the notice posted at the door of the orchid house: The sun evaporates the water.
At this time, the afterglow was brilliant, the air was fresh, and the surroundings were covered with lush grass and colorful flowers.
The main road was clean and tidy. The deer fry walked on it as if it were flat ground and did not feel that they were stepping on soft larvae.
They stay clear-headed and the pruritus is almost non-existent.
However, the yellow cordon not far away made them pale.
What’s even more frightening is that the orchid house was originally next to a lawn, but now it is next to a colorful tulip field!
"The orchid house has moved..." Song Zhen's red lips trembled.
This means that another tourist has returned to the signpost.
Zhang Lian reacted. "Is that the cordon you mentioned? Is that wooden sign the 'Emergency Notice'?"
Lu Miao said firmly: "Yes. Let's go quickly and try not to enter the building again."
They even ran without even looking at the beautiful tulip fields.
Immediately afterwards, Lu Miao and the other three passed by the souvenir shop where something unusual happened again.
"Is the clerk still here?" Wang Keke poked her head in. "No one is at the cashier counter!"
“Flew out?”
As soon as He Ping'an finished speaking, everyone was shocked.
They didn’t know if it was an illusion, but they vaguely heard the buzzing sound of mosquitoes flapping their wings.
“Run!”
Buzz.
It's not an illusion.
The sound did indeed linger around them.
Buzz.
It stands to reason that the mosquitoes mutated by humans should be huge, but they did not see any huge mosquitoes. In other words, the other party became as small as an ordinary mosquito.
Everyone knows that mosquitoes are difficult to kill and difficult to detect.
The police officer looked pale, but fortunately he was in good physical condition and ran quite fast.
He Ping'an was running quite fast, but he felt that the voice was very close to him.
Buzz.
It seemed to be flying around his neck.
His heart sank.
He was the youngest and had the most tender skin among those present.
It's over.
He longed to go back and see his mother.
"Captain..." He subconsciously called out to Lu Miao who was running in front.
Lu Miao turned around and found a mosquito hovering around his neck.
She also saw him pursing his lips, trying his best to suppress his panic, and she stopped to understand. "Cover your mouth and nose, close your eyes, and don't move."
He Ping'an stopped where he was without hesitation, closed his eyes and covered his mouth and nose.
Buzz.
The sound is more obvious.
Sure enough, it was around his neck.
The situation changed rapidly, a cool breeze brushed across his cheek, and a pungent smell seeped into his fingers.
The buzzing sound stopped abruptly.
"Well, it's dead."
He Ping'an, who seemed calm, secretly breathed a sigh of relief and his legs trembled slightly.
Zhang Lian was deeply shocked. "Captain Lu, your team members trust you very much."
Wang Keke nodded repeatedly and spoke for He Pingan: "Of course we trust him. Our captain is the best captain."
The deer seedlings are covered with pesticides. "The newcomers can only survive if they support each other."
Zhang Lian had heard about the cruel elimination system of the Ghost Story Investigation Department and shook his head and sighed.
Everyone started running again.
The original site of the orchid house has been transformed into patterned flowers and neatly trimmed lawns.
"There is a ball of paper on the lawn." Lu Miao looked sharp.
The flowers on the lawn are not black for the time being.
Weekend volunteered to pick up the paper ball. When he unfolded it, he was shocked. "It was half torn off from a map. There was handwriting on it. It was very shaky."
Everyone stood in a circle, looking around vigilantly.
They can infect (cross out) Insects and birds are easily protected from insects, they cannot
I need to stop for a while. I can't write anymore.
They are floating in the water, waiting for creatures. We are their claws, birds are them, insects are us, and black is them.
They are reporting
White clothes are great, but I can't find them to wear. I'm lost.
Lan Yi can be saved, but I can't make it in time.
I hope you guys can escape.
"Revenge?" Song Zhen thought thoughtfully.
"There are only human tourists here, so it can only be revenge on humans." He Ping'an analyzed calmly. "He forgot so many words, and wrote them so shakily. The person who wrote them must have been deeply polluted and mutated severely."
Zhang Lian was in awe of this person. "Thanks to him or her for reminding me that there are still kind people in this world."
They picked up the paper ball and continued running. When they came across a wooden sign hanging on the side of the road, they stopped for a moment.
Dear visitors, you are about to leave the tropical and subtropical plant exhibition area and prepare to enter the temperate plant exhibition area or the white exit. Please keep the following in mind:
1. Protecting the environment is everyone's responsibility. Please do not litter and keep your personal belongings safe.
2. Please confirm your route before setting off.
3. The water is dangerously deep, please do not swim in the ponds or lakes along the way.
4. Being close to nature is good for your health. You can follow the route on the map and enjoy the natural scenery along the way.
Song Zhen pointed to the first sentence on the wooden sign. "When I saw 'white exit', I was completely sure that the real exit was the west gate."
"Why?" Wang Keke was curious.
“Is there a similar sign over at the east gate?”
"Yes, it says 'black exit'." Song Zhen sneered: "Black represents 'pollution' in the botanical garden. It's obviously not a real exit."
Wang Keke suddenly understood.
Lu Miao unfolded the map to check the route to the west gate.
The road to the west gate was on the left, passing through a wide driveway and was easy to spot. They set out towards the west gate and were about to leave the main road.
The sunflower fields on the roadside are full of vitality. The huge flower disk is like a scorching sun, and the yellow petals are like fire. They quietly guard their territory.
Rustle...
Suddenly, there was a burst of radio interference.
Everyone frowned.
Song Zhen touched his pocket. "My radio was turned off a long time ago."
Sergeant Zhang, Feng Yan and the police officer hurriedly checked their radios.
It wasn't their radios that were ringing, and they looked at each other.
Rustle...
Then, they looked towards the sunflower field with bated breath.
"…I am Xiaolin…Please reply if you received it…"
The police officer's pupils suddenly contracted. "It's Xiaolin's radio! It's inside the flower field!"
Zhang Lian stopped the police officer who was about to rush in in time. "Calm down! Xiaolin went into the east gate, the radio can't be left here."
The police officer was immediately horrified.
"Xiao Zhang, Xiao Liu... where are you? Are you inside the door?"
Inside the door?
They listened intently.
Lu Miao couldn't find where the radio was in the flower field and felt something was wrong.
At this time, the conversation on the radio continued.
Xiaolin: "Where is this?"
(Sound of gurgling water)
Xiao Lin: "This is like an exhibition hall, with floor-to-ceiling glass all around. Damn! It turns out we haven't left yet! Xiao Liu, quickly tell the people outside the door not to come in!"
(Sound of gurgling water)
(messy footsteps)
Background voice: "Can't find it!"
Background voice: "Where is the door?"
(Heavy breathing)
Xiao Lin: "Don't worry, we'll look carefully!"
(Heavy breathing, chaotic footsteps)
Xiaolin: "Fuck it! This is water! It's the aquatic plant pavilion!"
Background sound: "Ah - help -"
(messy collision sounds)
Background voice: "There's something in the water... Captain?"
Xiaolin: "Fire!"
(thump)
(Intense gunfire)
Background voice: "What the hell!"
Background voice: "Help!!!"
Xiaolin: "Keep firing!"
(Intense gunfire)
Background voice: "Down."
(Intense gunfire)
Lu Miao's eyelids twitched. "Don't—"
Background voice: "Down, the raincoat has been eroded."
Lu Miao covered his ears. "Don't listen! Run!"
Background voice: "Down, black has looped."
She pulled He Ping'an and Wang Keke and ran.
The others also reacted and ran away from the sunflower field.
They stayed awake and rushed to the right fork.
…
Background voice: "Join us, be us."
The black flower disk and black petals watched the fleeing figure.
The rhododendrons, trimmed into wavy patterns, are a blood-red color. Wave after wave, like the waves of a sea of blood.
The white flower balls on the trees are clustered into a sea of flowers, and occasionally the snow-white petals fall down, covering the wide road.
They walked on the petals, scratching the backs of their hands from time to time.
I kept staring at the map over the weekend. The sense of crisis that had been forged from living on the edge of a knife for years kept giving me warnings, causing the hairs on my back to the top of my head to stand on end.
Suddenly a white butterfly flew past him, and he felt like he was facing a formidable enemy.
But I saw white butterflies flying towards the blood-red azaleas on the roadside.
White butterfly...white clothes...
Weekend suddenly realized what was going on and quickly looked away, only to catch a glimpse of darkness out of the corner of his eye.
It turns out that the role of the white butterfly is to sacrifice itself as a warning, which is truly great.
He laughed at himself.
I never thought that a man like him would one day think that others are great.
"Why can't I see the wall yet?" the police officer was scratching his head anxiously.
Zhang Lian frowned. "We are walking on the driveway, the direction is correct. Let's go forward a little further."
Lu Miao felt palpitations, and all the pores on his body seemed to open up, and his sensitive tail vertebrae felt a chill.
She felt like something was missing from the road.
Just in time, she heard Weekend mumbling something like "roadside".
"My heart is beating fast. Are we really going in the right direction?" Wang Keke asked He Ping'an.
He Pingan lowered his head and stared at the map. "There is a flower bed in the middle of the driveway, and there is also a flower bed in front."
Wang Keke pursed her lips and felt that the foundation on her face was no longer sticking to her face. "Ping An, is my makeup coming off? It always feels sticky."
He took a look. "Like pearls."
"Ah?" She touched her face with her fingertips and felt it was oily. "My face is oily? Is my skin too dry or..."
She was suddenly struck by lightning. "The air is damp!"
"What?" The police officer and Song Zhen looked over.
Wang Keke excitedly pulled Lu Miao's sleeve. "Captain! I don't have oily skin, so my makeup shouldn't come off easily!"
Lu Miao paused and looked at the map in his hand again.
"What do you mean?" Song Zhen asked.
"It's so humid! The air is so sticky that my makeup is coming off!"
Song Zhen thought about it, looked around in horror, and then lowered his head to study the map.
But the route to the west gate is the same as the one they took.
"Turn back!" Lu Miao made a prompt decision.
"Why?"
She gritted her teeth. "If you want to get out successfully, turn back."
Wang Keke was the first to agree.
Song Zhen looked at Lu Miao's unspeakable expression and resolutely agreed to turn back.
Zhang Lian examined the determined looks of the three ladies, then realized that he was scratching the back of his hand again, and decided to follow their choice.
So the eight of them turned around and went back.
Lu Miao gritted his teeth secretly and continued to recall the location of the souvenir shop opposite the orchid house.
No matter how the attractions near the main road change, the souvenir shop will not move, serving as a loyal reference.
Based on this, the west gate should be on the same side as the souvenir shop.
Did she really pull them to the left at that time?
I think it's on the left.
Is this really the case?
No, she definitely didn't run to the left! When she turned the corner, she vaguely caught a glimpse of the wavy roof across the street.
We must persist in our cognition.
Soon, she vaguely heard the sound of rippling water behind her head.
The others didn't dare to say a word, their breathing was rapid, and their dilated pupils could not hide their fear.
Zhang Lian and Feng Yan are soldiers. They would rather fight on the battlefield than face supernatural legends.
Soon, they returned to the main road and heard voices in the sunflower field again.
In their peripheral vision, a black sunflower was like a giant pupil, staring back at them coldly.
They covered their ears together in tacit understanding and did not look away at the flower field.
This is a bushy side road, not as wide as the driveway.
They began to doubt themselves again whether they were on the right path.
The evening sunlight gradually dims, but it is the most beautiful.
Because they found their own shadows behind them, although they could not see which direction the sunlight was coming from.
This time I took the right path.
The further you go, the clearer you can hear the sound of rippling water.
Wang Keke and the police officer swallowed nervously.
Sure enough, a large lake reflecting the afterglow appeared in front of us.
Feng Yan couldn't help but stop and said in a trembling voice: "Are we really not going the wrong way? The central lake is ahead!"
Wang Keke clenched her fists. "I don't think I've made a mistake. My intuition is the most loyal to me."
"You have no problem, right? Talking about intuition in the field of weird stories?"
She was so angry that she wanted to hit someone. "If you're a man, stop whining. Go if you want to!"
Zhang Lian and the police officer were also hesitant.
After all, they were not familiar with the Fluorescent Green Team and did not understand the limits of their abilities.
Lu Miao was too lazy to persuade those who hesitated and continued to move forward without hesitation.
Wang Keke and He Pingan naturally followed.
I didn’t think about it for long on the weekend and just followed suit.
Song Zhen, who was hesitant to speak, looked at the four people, then at Zhang Lian and the others, and decided to be true to his own judgment - to move forward.
"Uh..." The police officer didn't expect that the remaining three of them would not dare to move forward. "I don't think the shadow's direction is false. Oh, let's die, I've had enough of this place!"
After saying that, he followed.
Zhang Lian and Feng Yan were left looking at each other.
Zhang Lian smiled bitterly: "When did the willpower of a soldier become weak? Since you have chosen to turn back, you must move forward. Let's follow."
The fiery red sunset falls into the rippling lake, reflecting the orange-red afterglow.
Wang Keke and the enthusiastic Weekend helped to clear the reeds on the roadside.
Lu Miao squatted by the lake and sprayed pesticide into the water.
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