screenwriter mystery

Chapter 429 The Road of the Crane
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"Help, help..."

Camp 17, near the pool of skulls.

With the sound of gunshots, the challenger who entered the skull pool fled in panic.

"...Quit, I want to quit the show, come and save me, save me!"

Clutching his thigh that was hit by the bullet, a challenger dragged his wounded leg against the wall and limped forward. He turned his head and looked at the shadow that was getting closer behind him, with a look of despair on his face. He opened his mouth and shouted for help in the direction of the monitor.

"..."

However, in the face of the challenger's call for help.

There was no response from the broadcast in the base. On the other side, the crew of "Challenge Ghost Night" and the staff silently watched the scene on the monitor screen, motionless.

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Seeing that the shadow behind him was getting closer and closer, the challenger staggered and fell to the ground.

"No, no, please let me go, I don't know anything...Really, I'm just here to participate in the show...or I don't want 500 million, here you are, here you are, as long as you Just let me go..."

Falling to the ground, looking at the approaching shadow behind him, the expression on the challenger's face became more and more frightened. He cried out bitterly as he struggled to crawl forward on the ground.

Click, click.

However, no matter how much the challenger cries, the footsteps of the chasing shadow do not waver in the slightest.

With the sound of monotonous footsteps, he approached little by little, passing through the shadows of the corridor, a dull face with a clearly visible bullet hole on his forehead appeared on the monitor screen.

Walking up to the challenger and stopping, his face slowly lowered his head to look at the painfully struggling figure on the ground, he opened his mouth to reveal the pitch-black mouth, and the next second the clear gunshot sounded again.

"what!"

As the gunshot fell, a wound on the challenger's arm suddenly appeared on it.

The wound on the arm made the expression on the challenger's face even more distorted. He struggled to get up and knelt down in front of the figure, kowtowing constantly to pray that the other party would let him go.

However, in the face of the challenger's entreaties, there was no slight change on his sluggish face. Instead, he slowly bent his body, opened his mouth to aim at the challenger's head, and made a clear and crisp sound of loading.

"Namata Salai, Pakawado, Alahado, Sangma, Sabutayuansa..."

Seeing that the challenger is about to die under the 'gun'.

The figure of Azan clapping his hands and reciting scriptures silently appeared behind the figure.

Hearing the sound of chanting, the sluggish figure turned his neck and turned his back to look at Azan behind him 180 degrees.

"..."

Looking at the sluggish eyes of the figure, Azan silently stretched out his palm and put it on the bullet hole on the other's forehead.

Immediately afterwards, the figure with a dull face disappeared into Azan's hands without moving. He retracted his palm and looked at the blood stains on his palm. said the challenger.

"Benefactor, get up."

……

Here, although Azan was reminded by Lin Jiuying, he began to intentionally rescue the challengers in the concentration camp.

However, there are really many challengers scattered in the base, especially when the production team deliberately separated them, it is obvious that Azan alone cannot take care of all of them.

Although, he has worked hard to save everyone.

However, there are still many challengers who died in the hands of the ghosts of the concentration camps. These ghosts constantly possessed them, leading the challengers to experience past deaths, shot, hanged, broken bones, burned to death...

With each death, there are more waking ghosts of concentration camp deaths.

Even in the end, these ghosts, which could not be seen in the surveillance video, appeared more and more clearly in the live broadcast.

Looking at the ghosts in the live broadcast room, the expressions of the audience became more and more fearful, and at the same time, more curious viewers were attracted to enter the live broadcast room of the show.

And the will of these living people is like a drop of water, making the dormant souls in the concentration camp more active.

"what happened?"

Lin Jiuying, who was pulling the red rope, felt the changes in the concentration camp, and the expression on his face immediately became a little dignified.

"Ahao, don't let anything happen to you."

……

"Xianhe, where are you?"

With a compass in one hand, he carefully followed the direction in which the paper crane flew past.

Not long after, Ah Hao came to a somewhat dilapidated interrogation room.

Seeing the emptiness around him, Ah Hao couldn't help swallowing, turned the compass left and right to look at the pointer that was always pointing to the interrogation room.

Looking up at the gloomy interrogation room in front of him, Ah Hao showed a fearful expression on his face. He yelled cautiously, and at the same time looked around, praying that he could see the shadow of the paper crane in other places.

However, to his disappointment.

As the call sounded, in the interrogation room, the origami crane made of paper talismans circled deftly, telling Ahao clearly that he was right and that the other party was in the interrogation room.

"ok, I get it."

The last ray of hope in his heart was also extinguished, Ah Hao looked at the paper cranes flying into the interrogation room, took a deep breath, gave himself a heart boost, and then mustered up the courage to step into the interrogation room.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

This interrogation room had apparently been visited by no one for a long time, and the room was full of dust and cobwebs.

Ah Hao waved away the dust in front of him with his hand, while looking at the layout of the interrogation room.

The room in the interrogation room is not big, but it gives people an inexplicable sense of gloom. Standing in the interrogation room, all you can see in the interrogation room are torture instruments. There are many dark black solidified objects on the surface of these torture instruments, which seem to be Foreshadows the unknown history that has been experienced in the past.

There is no doubt that these torture instruments kept in the interrogation room were used to torture prisoners in the past.

It's just that in the room, I looked around, and there was no figure of the head-down master, let alone the head-down master, there was not even a living person here.

"You're not pointing in the wrong direction, are you, Crane?"

For this scene, Ahao didn't know whether he was disappointed or relieved, and then he looked up at the paper cranes hovering in the room, and couldn't help but say something.

"oops!"

Facing Ahao's question, Xianhe seemed to peck his head unhappily.

Immediately afterwards, under Ahao's gaze, he flew around the interrogation room, and finally stopped at an inconspicuous corner.

"It's obviously wrong, so don't let people say it."

Covering his head that had been pecked by the crane, Ahao couldn't help muttering something, looked down at the direction the compass was pointing, and then at the paper crane parked in the corner, before walking over.

"This is?"

"basement!"

(End of this chapter)