A single divination predicts life and death; the entire internet begs me to start a live stream.

Wang Tianhao stared at the car.

"This is……"

"Did our car get here first?"

Luo Tiancheng leaned back in his seat.

"What are you sitting on?"

Wang Tianhao looked down and touched the seat.

She looked out the window again, trying to force a smile, but couldn't manage it.

Lin Wanqing quickly pulled up the video of her crossing the bridge.

Technicians enlarged the two images side by side.

The guardrail on the right side of the first bridge.

The gap is 21 centimeters long.

The one in front of us.

The same.

On the seventh street lamp.

A faded Hengtai GG photo hangs on the wall.

GG tore in half at the bottom left corner.

same.

In the center of the bridge.

There is a dark asphalt patch.

It is shaped like an outstretched hand.

It's still the same.

Left side of the river channel.

A faded red buoy was floating.

Even the angle at which the buoy tilted did not change.

It's the same bridge.

Lin Wanqing looked at the technicians.

"map."

On the computer screen were police road maps, waterworks maps, and satellite images.

Open all three maps simultaneously.

On this section of the river.

From beginning to end.

There is only one bridge.

A night breeze blew from the river.

It had a damp, fishy smell.

The empty van was parked at the bridgehead.

The car door swayed gently in the wind.

Squeak.

Squeak.

Two police officers approached with lights.

Strong light shone into the car.

There was no one in the driver's seat.

There was no one in the passenger seat.

The back row was also empty.

But there are seat belts on all five seats.

All fastened.

One of the officers squatted down.

Check the vehicle identification number.

I just shone the flashlight down the windshield.

The car's navigation system suddenly lit up automatically.

Shila-

A video appeared on the screen.

The footage was taken just ten minutes ago.

The scene of them driving onto the bridge for the first time.

Chen Bufan sat in the back row.

Luo Tiancheng leaned against the car window.

Wang Tianhao looked down at his phone.

Even the seats are exactly the same.

It can be recorded.

They weren't the only convoy on the bridge.

Both sides of the road.

Two rows of people stood in neat rows.

All of them were holding white paper umbrellas.

His head was bowed very low.

I can't see the face clearly.

The vehicle is moving forward.

The paper umbrella man did not take a step.

They were just pressed against the car window.

It glides forward along with the car.

The technician's voice was strained.

"This is not our dashcam."

Wang Tianhao in the video suddenly looked up.

Through a screen.

Looking at the empty cars in reality.

Followed by.

Chen Bufan.

Luo Tiancheng.

Lin Wanqing.

Everyone turned their heads at the same time.

They weren't looking ahead.

Instead, they all looked at the police officers off-screen.

The police officer froze.

The "him" in the video.

It also appeared in the passenger seat.

His forehead was dented from the impact.

Half of his face was covered in blood.

Yet he was still holding up his body camera.

The camera is pointed directly at myself in reality.

The police officer abruptly stepped back.

"There's something in the car—"

boom!

All four doors closed simultaneously.

The empty car engine roared to life.

The car lights suddenly turned on.

It shines directly on everyone.

"Get out of the way!"

Lin Wanqing shouted sternly.

The officers quickly dispersed.

The driverless commercial vehicle suddenly accelerated.

They rushed onto the bridge.

The taillights disappeared into the darkness in the blink of an eye.

It came from the bridge.

It wasn't just the engine sound from this one car.

One.

Two vehicles.

more and more.

Like the entire bridge.

Dozens of unseen vehicles were speeding by at the same time.

After a while.

All sounds ceased abruptly.

There was no impact.

No one fell into the water.

The car just disappeared.

Luo Tiancheng walked to the bridgehead.

Take out a nail used to stabilize the mountain.

Nail it into the cement crack.

clang!

A vermilion thread was tied to the end of the nail.

The red thread was lifted by the night wind.

It points straight to the opposite bank of the river.

"Walk."

Wang Tianhao glanced at the spot where the car had disappeared.

"Still using this route?"

"Otherwise what?"

Luo Tiancheng said:

"Wait here for it to drive back and pick you up?"

Crossing the bridge for the second time.

The car was traveling at a very low speed.

All car windows were closed.

The streetlights on the bridge swept past the car roof one by one.

Chen Bufan sat in the back row.

My gaze fell on the river to my right.

The water was very dark.

There was no moonlight.

The reflection of the bridge was exceptionally clear.

Streetlights.

Guardrail.

The convoy.

Everything was reflected in the water.

wrong.

Their car wasn't in the water.

There was only one white performance bus.

The bus had the following written on it:

Sakuragawa Dance Company

Behind the bus.

Followed by thirteen people holding white paper umbrellas.

They stood on the bridge surface in the water.

Moving forward in silence.

Wang Tianhao also saw it.

"Master Chen."

There's a car in the river.

Chen Bufan said:

"Don't look."

Wang Tianhao quickly looked away.

However, the live stream camera was still pointed outside the car.

Millions of viewers could see it clearly.

A white bus in the water.

It's gradually getting closer to the real convoy.

Between the two.

They were originally more than ten meters apart.

Passing by a street lamp.

Only eight meters left.

Then another one.

Only five meters left.

The paper umbrella person didn't walk fast.

But the distance is constantly decreasing.

[The car in the river is chasing them!]

There were no buses on the bridge at all!

Why don't the people in the back have feet?

The first umbrella has been raised!

In the live broadcast footage.

The first person with a paper umbrella slowly raised the edge of their umbrella.

There was no face under the umbrella.

There was only darkness.

Two thin, elongated red lights.

I opened my eyes in the darkness.

Snapped.

The first streetlight on the bridge went out.

The bus in the water got one step closer to them.

Snapped.

The second lamp went out.

The white bus was already parallel to the first police car.

Snapped!

The third one.

The first white paper umbrella.

It slowly rose from the reflection on the river.

The tip of the umbrella pierced through the water.

Not a single drop of water was splashed.

Then came the hand holding the umbrella.

Arm.

Shoulder.

A paper umbrella figure rose upside down from its reflection in the river.

Feet on top.

Head down.

His body was hanging outside the bridge, driving alongside the vehicles.

The driver caught it out of the corner of his eye, and the steering wheel jerked violently.

"Someone's there!"

"Look ahead!"

Lin Wanqing sternly stopped her.

More and more paper umbrellas are rising from the water.

A handful.

Three.

Seven.

They were attached to the outer railing of the bridge.

A silent pursuit.

Chen Bufan raised his hand.

A yellow talisman was pasted on the car window.

Snapped!

The paper umbrellas outside the car window stopped at the same time.

The edge of the paper can be used as a guide.

Large patches of damp water quickly surfaced.

It slowly seeped into the car.

Just as the last streetlight was about to go out.

Luo Tiancheng slammed his fist on the roof of the car.

"quick!"

The driver floored the accelerator.

The vehicle burst out of the darkness.

The lights at the end of the bridge turned on instantly.

All the paper umbrellas disappeared.

The river surface returned to its original darkness.

The convoy successfully descended the bridge.

In front.

But then the same bridge appeared again.

Bridgehead.

The nails left by Luo Tiancheng are stuck in the crack.

The red line is still swaying in the wind.

Wang Tianhao leaned back in his seat.

His face looked pale.

"Did we just pass by or not?"

"Passed."

Luo Tiancheng pulled out the nail that had been used to fix the mountain.

"But the bridge brought us back to the original shore."

Lin Wanqing asked:

"How did you do that?"

"The Nine Gates Loop changes the road itself."

Luo Tiancheng looked at the river.

"The change of location of the three bridges alters the shoreline."

"A bridge."

"He hung it in three directions."

"The first time, from the north bank to the south bank."

"The second time, we went from the south bank back to the north bank."

"The third time."

He looked into the water.

"They will send us into the sluice gate."

Wang Tianhao asked:

What is a "shuikou" (水口)?

"This place absorbs the earth's energy."

"And then what happens after you go inside?"

Luo Tiancheng smiled at him.

"It's okay if you go in. Just get some sleep, and the salvage team will come to find you tomorrow."

Wang Tianhao immediately fastened his seatbelt.

Not far away.

A white performance bus was quietly parked in the temporary parking area by the river.

The words "[Sakuragawa Dance Troupe]" are displayed on the vehicle.

It looks exactly like its reflection in the river.

Thirteen staff members are unloading the performance equipment.

All wore matching black tracksuits.

Black hat.

Their movements were so synchronized, it was as if they had rehearsed.

The time it takes each person to move the box.

The time it takes to put down the box.

Even the angle at which you bend over.

Every single detail is perfect.

Lin Wanqing led her people closer.

A Japanese woman in her thirties came forward to greet them.

She was wearing a dark-colored kimono-style performance costume.

Her black hair was styled in a bun.

He always had a perfectly timed smile on his face.

She stopped in front of the group.

He bowed slightly.

"police officer."

"So late at night."

"Have we caused you any trouble?"

He speaks fluent Chinese.

The word order just sounds a little unusual.

Lin Wanqing presented her identification.

"What's your name?"

The woman bowed again.

"Kamidai Ayako."

"The leader of the Sakuragawa Dance Troupe."

Lin Wanqing looked at her.

"When did you arrive in Qingzhou?"

"This afternoon."

Ayako Kamishiro smiled.

"Invited by Hengtai."

"A performance to celebrate the opening of the South District Complex."

"We've just arrived here."

Lin Wanqing glanced at the dozen or so group members behind her.

Black umbrella.

Musical instrument case.

Mirrored stage props.

There were also a few clothing boxes that were excessively long.

"So late."

"Why are you still moving things here?"

"ah."

Ayako Kamishiro seemed to have anticipated this problem.

"Because of continuous travel."

Everyone seems a bit tired.

"So you were here just now."

"I took a short rest."

She turned slightly to the side.

Make way for the vehicles behind you.

"Now."

"We're getting ready to continue our journey."

Luo Tiancheng walked over from the side.

He looked her up and down a few times.

Three days ago.

"At the entrance of the old concrete factory."

"Did they park this car here too?"

Ayako Kamishiro looked at him.

The smile remained.

"gentlemen."

"I'm afraid it's a mistake."

"Admit your mistake?"

"Yes."

She nodded gently.

"The vehicles used by our song and dance troupe."

"They all have the same white paint job."

"From a distance."

"It is indeed easy to tell that it is the same car."

Luo Tiancheng narrowed his eyes.

I was referring to the license plate.

Ayako Kamishiro's smile never faltered.

Even his eyes didn't change.

"Is that so?"

She tilted her head slightly.

Regarding vehicle dispatching.

"It's not my responsibility."

"Which car specifically?"

"And when and where did you go?"

"That kind of thing."

"I'm afraid we'll have to ask our boss."

Luo Tiancheng stared at her.

"You're the team leader."

"Don't know where your car went?"

Ayako Kamishiro bowed slightly.

"Excuse me."

"We're in charge."

"It's just a performance."

She raised her head again.

That face remained gentle.

"As for other matters."

"This is not something the performer should concern themselves with."

Chen Bufan looked at the group of people who were moving boxes.

The muddy ground along the river was damp.

The police officer walked over.

Clear footprints were left on the soles of the shoes.

Thirteen members of the song and dance troupe came and went.

There were only twelve shallow marks on the muddy ground.

One is missing.

A female dancer raises her hand to fix her hair.

The hand has been lowered.

The shadow on the ground remained in the raised hand position.

It paused for half a second.

Only then did they slowly catch up.

Another man lifted the box.

His shadow, however, did not rise.

He remained standing in the same spot, his hands still empty.

The live stream camera panned across the scene.

Thirteen people.

Twelve shadows.

The extra person.

He was standing at the very back.

He cast no shadow.

However, it can be seen in the live stream.

A tall, dark figure appeared behind Chen Bufan.

The shadow remained motionless.

A hand had already been placed on Chen Bufan's shoulder.

The live stream chat exploded with comments.

[Behind Master Chen!]

[Master Chen, be careful!]

Someone touched him!

There was absolutely no one there!

Chen Bufan suddenly turned around.

There was nothing behind me.

On the phone screen.

The dark figure did not disappear.

It slowly raised its head.

The area around the face was still completely black.

next second.

Chen Bufan held the life coin between two fingers.

There was no turning back.

He slapped the camera directly behind him.

Snapped!

It was clearly slapped into the air.

But a muffled thud was heard.

It felt like a punch to someone's chest.

In the song and dance troupe.

A young man wearing a hat swayed slightly.

The shadow beneath his feet then reappeared.

Chen Bufan looked at him.

The man also raised his head.

Their eyes met.

The corners of the man's mouth slowly turned up.

It's like they're saying hello.

The female leader stepped to the side, blocking Chen Bufan's view.

"Hello there."

She bowed slightly.

"Is there something you need?"

Her body bent over.

The shadow on the ground remained standing straight.

She even slowly turned her head.

Look in the direction of the old concrete plant.

Luo Tiancheng lowered his voice.

"That's not the old fox's style."

A mysterious master used roads, buildings, feng shui, and real directions.

stable.

old.

Follow the rules.

This group, however, used shadows, line of sight, and mirror misalignment.

It was cold and damp.

uncertain.

It's like it's never really standing in front of you.

Chen Bufan said:

"They all work for Hengtai."

"It doesn't mean that we knew each other."

The woman seemed not to hear.

He simply raised his hand to signal the members to make way.

All thirteen people took a step back at the same time.

The movements were synchronized.

The twelve shadows beneath their feet.

But they all remained in the same place.

Until a few seconds later.

Only then did they slide back to their owner's feet one by one.

the third time.

The group returned to the bridgehead.

Navigation is completely turned off.

The car lights are off.

The live stream was switched to night vision mode.

Chen Bufan drew a water-suppressing talisman on cinnabar-colored paper and pasted it on the bridgehead.

Then Luo Tiancheng was instructed to drive in another shore-sealing nail.

Lin Wanqing contacted the water resources department.

"Confirm the direction of this section of the river."

"From west to east."

"Flow rate is 0.8 meters per second."

Technicians report the wind direction.

"south wind."

"The wind is blowing from across the river."

The location of the city lights in the distance has also been confirmed.

The real South Bank.

It's right across the river.

The compass on Luo Tiancheng's phone is pointing in the direction of the compass.

It changes every ten seconds.

Once first.

One more time.

There was one more time.

It points directly to the bottom of the river.

Luo Tiancheng stared at the constantly rotating dial.

"The old fox keeps changing the bridgehead."

"Looking at the bridge won't work."

"Even watching where you're going is impossible."

Chen Bufan opened the passenger door.

I sat down inside.

He placed Liu Jianguo's yellow safety helmet on his lap.

Then I opened the "Destiny Record".

The pages turn on their own.

Finally, the answer came down to Liu Jianguo's name.

[Liu Jianguo.]

[My fate lies in the southeast.]

Chen Bufan raised his hand.

The book "The Mandate of Heaven" was placed directly on the car navigation screen.

Shila-

The navigation screen was instantly filled with snow.

The bridges, roads, and location cursors on the map disappeared simultaneously.

All that remained was a grayish-white expanse.

Followed by.

A faint ray of white light emanated from the pages of the book.

Passing through the windshield.

It landed on the bridge surface.

It stretches straight into the depths of darkness.

Luo Tiancheng approached the car window.

The compass in his hand was still spinning wildly.

The bridgehead is changing, the roads are changing, and the north and south banks are changing.

But that white lifeline never shifted from beginning to end.

The three vehicles drove onto the bridge for the third time.

All navigation systems are turned off, and all headlights are switched off.

Darkness instantly enveloped the entire bridge.

Only the pale white light emanating from the "Record of Destiny" could be seen.

Suspended in front of the car, becoming the only direction, the convoy had just reached the middle of the bridge.

boom!

The entire bridge suddenly shook.

In the darkness on the left.

Suddenly, a convoy of identical cars appeared.

The three cars were driving side by side.

The same people were sitting inside the car.

Everyone's face turned pale.

Eyes closed tightly.

It looks like it has been dead for a long time.

Right.

The second convoy sped along the guardrail.

All the vehicles overturned.

The car roof rubs against the bridge surface.

Sparks flew everywhere.

Inside the broken car window.

Bloodstained arms stretched outwards.

They keep grabbing at vehicles in reality.

In front of.

The third convoy was blocking the bridge.

The driver's seat is empty.

The people in the back row, however, all sat up straight.

His head turned 180 degrees in the opposite direction.

There are no facial features on its face.

There were only deep caves with black water flowing inside.

The driver's palms were covered in cold sweat.

"There's no road ahead!"