On the island, gas station.

Guo Jian and Yuan Xin and the others came back at the same time: "The police station archives record some friction, injuries, and small traffic disputes. The people in the town are basically related to their kinship, and there are no major incidents or cases."

"But I found that their attendance will be on holidays at this time of year, that is, the 24th day of the lunar calendar, and the archive records of this period are also blank."

Yuan Xin immediately said: "That is to say, not only this year, they will leave the island at this time of year, but it will last for seven days."

"It happened to be seven days. This island is called seven days. Our island trip is also seven days."

Yuan Xin said affirmatively: "The problem must be in the seven days after the 24th day of the lunar calendar, which must have special significance for the people on the island."

Guo Jian took out an archive document and opened it: "I think so too. I checked the archives of the entire archive room during this period. This archive records seven years ago a villager named Wang Binbin burned the items in the warehouse for the purpose of worshiping gods and sacrifices, and was sentenced to seven days of detention."

Yuan Xin looked back and Wang Binbin marked it as missing unexpectedly and never appeared again.

The library of Guan Fei and Hu Beibei sisters is closest to each other, but they come back the latest. It seems that the information from the entire library is difficult for them to find.

Guan Fei carries back a bag of books, including many magazines published by schools and towns on the island, some old newspapers, and an ethnography that looks a bit old.

I sat down and breathed before I even breathed, and said, "I checked. This island was not called Qidian Island at all, but Shenji Island. It used to be a fishing village, but it was only after the tourism industry was changed to be called Qidian Island."

"The biggest festival on the island every year is the Gods Festival, which is said to be a sacrifice to the gods believed on the island. In the past, when the Gods Festival was held every year, the entire island would be closed and not open to the public. However, since the current mayor took office, this rule seems to have disappeared in recent years, and the Gods Festival has never been held again."

Yuan Xin looked through the books and materials they brought back, and at this time he raised his head: "No, the annual God's Festival is still being held."

"It is no longer the residents of the island who participate in the sacrifice and are sacrificed, but tourists like us who are deceived."

Yuan Xin looked up at them: "We have indeed fallen into the sacrifices of the residents of the island, and now we have become sacrifices for this God's Festival."

Hu Leilei hugged her head in despair: "But what's the use of finding these? We still haven't found a way out, and it will be dark soon. Who knows if the corpse tide and monsters will come out again yesterday?"

Yuan Xin held up the ethnography that Guan Fei took back and the ancient painting he found: "No! Since the residents on the island once held the Gods Festival themselves, they must know how to survive, otherwise the people on the island would have been exterminated long ago."

"I believe the solution we are looking for is in the things in front of us."

At this time, Yuan Xin suddenly looked at the ancient painting again.

The huge bonfire and the sacrifice process like a sacrificial ritual, the strong flames illuminate the darkness, and the terrifying shadows hidden in the dark seemed to be afraid of the light of the bonfire and dared not approach it.

Yuan Xin opened the ethnography of the clan on the island, corresponding to the picture on the painting, and suddenly understood something.

He turned around and pointed to a record in the ethnography: [Fire can communicate with gods, and there must be gifts.]

Then he pointed to the painting on the ancient painting: "Rite! This is a ritual. People on the island will use this ritual to hold gods' festivals to worship gods to obtain the gifts of gods. During the sacrifice process, ghosts, gods and monsters dare not approach."

Guan Fei said at this time: "It's okay if you can't light a ball of fire, right? There is no detailed sacrificial process written on it."

Yuan Xin looked outside and it was almost dark again: "First follow the way you draw it! Time is running out, so prepare first."

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A rumbling sound rang out, it was the sound of the diesel generator operating in the supermarket.

The students who came on a boat tour are all here at this moment. Last night, they seemed to have encountered an accident in the fog, with few missing people and even two others injured.

The rich second-generation college student named Su Zhan who organized this trip looked pretty good. He did not leave his injured classmates and brought them all up, and arranged for girls to take care of the two.

When the diesel generator was running, there was finally electricity in the supermarket. I immediately saw the lights on, and my phone and computer were finally able to charge.

Su Zhan asked another classmate: "How is the computer?"

The male classmate shook his head: "The wireless cannot be connected, and there is no network cable!"

Then he was fiddling with the landline on the other side: "Where is the landline in the supermarket?"

The other party sighed: "Like mobile phones, they can't connect to the outside world at all."

As the sky gradually became dark, the student group sealed all the entrances of the supermarket, hid in the supermarket, and prepared to survive tonight with full arms.

At this time, suddenly the person in the basement ran up and said excitedly to Su Zhan: "There is a basement warehouse below, which is very solid and reliable, safe and hidden, with a bathroom and kitchen inside."

"We can take the food down and hide inside, so we don't have to worry about food and drink for at least half a month. Even if anything happens outside, it has nothing to do with us."

Other students thought it was a good idea, so they moved their things to the warehouse below.

At the end of the sky, the sun slowly sets, and darkness is again shrouded on the earth.

The last trace of the sunset disappeared above the clouds, and the script in director Gu Xiaobai's hand changed again: [Night fell, the Bonfire Festival of the Ghosts began.]

The floor was covered with quilts and pillows in the warehouse at the bottom of the supermarket. The students and women gathered together at this moment, but a curtain was separated in the middle. The white light tubes illuminated the not-so-large warehouse, and boxes of various foods were piled up on the steel frame.

It was really boring, and a student immediately stared at the TV on the shelf: "Isn't there a TV? Can you turn it on and see?"

"There should be no signal!"

"Open it and take a look! Maybe you can receive it?"

Finally, I decided to open it, but everyone didn't know that this immediately triggered the stimulation factor of some mysterious power.

The TV lights up, and snowflakes appear first, and nothing can be seen, and everyone's faces show a look of disappointment.

But then, the snowflakes continued to lengthen, and white vertical lines appeared, and finally the picture appeared faintly.

The boy holding the remote control said happily: "It's out, it's out, there's a picture."

The girl sat cross-legged on the other side of the curtain and looked at the front: "What is it?"

Su Zhanze was a little confused: "Why is it black and white?"

An ancient well with a corner appeared on the screen.

"?" A question mark appeared in everyone's hearts.

"What's the situation? Is this a movie or a show?" A novice looked around and left and right without knowing anything.

"It feels like... it looks familiar?" Several people made the same sound.

Then there was the news of a volcanic eruption in the newspaper, and then a strange pupil appeared, which turned into a scene of a kimono woman combing her hair in a blink of an eye.

Su Zhan already knew what this was, and suddenly felt his scalp numb and his hands and feet were cold. He shouted: "Switch it off, turn it off quickly."

A male student on the side reacted the fastest and unplugged the plug in one go, and the picture finally turned dark.

As everyone gave a breath, a mess of ringtones rang out in the warehouse.

Everyone's cell phones rang.

Then, snowflakes appeared again on the TV that was unplugged and flashed a few times.

An ancient well appeared in the picture again.

Su Zhan held the phone that kept ringing, then looked up at the TV. The tall female ghost in white with disheveled hair had already crawled out of the ancient well.
Chapter completed!