Path of the Dead Prequel: Wings of Silver

That day, the detective asked all of us to leave and stay alone in the guest room to meditate, with the solitary lamp always on until dawn. When the train departed at noon, he jumped into the passenger seat in high spirits and continued chatting and laughing, seeming to have forgotten all the unhappiness. And I know that Lao Dai is actually just like me, a lonely person at heart, a desireless person with some agenda.

Half a day later, we arrived in Atlantic City, the capital of Georgia, a giant southern city that was besieged and destroyed during the Civil War, the center of the peak of the civil rights movement in the 1960s, and the place where Martin Luther King delivered his impassioned speech. Soon, under the leadership of the elder, we met several people who had left the previous night in front of Shishan Park. After settling their differences, the number of seven people who set out at the beginning has now grown to nineteen. Lao Dai and his group instantly became the majority.

The detective rejected the combination of fiction and reality that these Durhan people had initially agreed upon. This mode would lead to errors and omissions in the transmission of information, the topic would be biased, further lead to the spread of falsehoods, and finally make simple things complicated. Not only does it not work, but it actually adds chaos. But now that it has been discussed, how to implement it must be based on Lao Dai’s requirements. All national detectives do what they are good at and promise never to take risks easily. He will make the specific arrangements to decide on movements and assign people.

During the sorting of the items that were brought to the sympathy meeting a few days ago, people found several interesting things. One was a few wild flowers made into bookmarks, decorated in exquisite celluloid sheets; another was a cut strand. The hair is also well preserved. When I asked Lao Qian, he said he didn't know him, or even had no way of knowing. As for whether there are other discoveries, they are currently being sorted out.

There are many places named Peachtree around Atlantic City, such as Peach City around Fayetteville at its west end, and Peachtree Corner at its northeastern end. There are also many roads or streets named after peaches in nearby suburban counties. But that's not important. The suspected location is not them, but the monorail tunnel described by Lao Qian. We followed the circle he drew on the map to explore. When we got to the place, we saw that it was actually a hub station for a railway line. Although there were few people, it was by no means a barren mountain. After further inquiry, we found that there was a land boundary in the southwest that met the above characteristics. Then before nightfall, we descended here and immediately took photos and sent them back to Durham.

After repeated confirmation by Lao Qian, the location was found. Judging from the straight-line distance, it was closer to Peachtree Corners City. But the distance needs to be quoted. The actual drive takes more than an hour. On the contrary, it is not far from where we rested last night. We just need to climb the dirt trail behind the restaurant and drive one hundred and ten miles.

The so-called monorails were mainly used to transport supplies in the early days. Many of them were 100 years old. In the era of large-scale infrastructure construction, dense railway networks were paved, so such small, short and impractical things were naturally used. It was swept into the historical garbage heap. Occasionally, some light vehicles would pass by, but almost all of it was abandoned. The section in front of us is like this. Artemisia grows as tall as a person, vegetation covers the railway tracks, and the grass is full of snake strawberries and cockleburs. You can hear the thunderous roar of wild mosquitoes before you get close to your ears. It is really sparsely populated.

Walking forward for about four hundred meters, we saw a deep tunnel standing under the night. There were no lights around, and the dark hole was wide open. It looked like a monster that only wanted to roar, making people shudder. I waited until I found a former railway crossing near the tunnel. No objects such as barriers and signals remained. So the road ahead might be the rumored place where the classic ice cream truck appeared. I went up to take a look and saw that it was full of all kinds of waste paper and cans, but there were no traces of them.

"It's too dark, and it may be dangerous to break in at night. It's better to wait until dawn tomorrow before going in to check."The detective sniffed and motioned for everyone to go back and find a motel with free HBO. Let's stay there first. After driving back for a quarter of an hour, we found a B&B hotel, which was mainly close to a gas station and a regular store. It takes half a town to get there, and it is said that there are rats in the guest rooms. Lao Dai is responsible for arranging everyone's travel, especially paying attention to sleep quality and food hygiene. Since you have arrived in a new place, it is necessary to try the local specialties, so the residents' homes can best satisfy them. Us.

Of course, another purpose of settling everyone in is that before going to explore this tunnel, it is best to listen to what the locals have to say. After all, they are from an old land and are more familiar with geography than outsiders like us. Code out a few pictures After making money, the old couple started to get busy. The local flavors are rich and the sauces are sufficient. They also like to add fruits and vegetables when cooking. The pork ribs, sausages and turkey legs were all cooked to perfection, but they were slightly inferior to Qian Tai. , but everyone still had a great time eating.

When the dishes on the table were cleared away, it was time to talk nonsense. Lao Dai came to the old couple with a burp, and then asked if there was a cold drink shop nearby. He liked to drink and eat after a full meal. , and another strawberry cone. Use this to start extending the topic to the tunnel

"There is a 24-hour supermarket 80 meters away on foot. Are you feeling a little dizzy from the strong stamina of the wine? The gardener-like old man stood up and asked,"How many of you want it?" I happen to want to buy some beer. I can bring it to you."

"I want four. Besides me, several young people also want it. However, I heard from a friend here a while ago that there are ice cream trucks coming at night. What time do they usually open? Have you passed by here too?"The detective asked, picking his teeth in a drunken state.

"Ice cream truck? Then you came thirty years too late. You used to do it, but now you don't have to drive a car to sell it and waste gas money. The old woman next to him glanced at him, suddenly remembered something, and said,"Oh, sometimes, such as when there are activities nearby.""

According to her description, there is a large open space by the river. In addition to the regular activities held in the town, some outsiders sometimes come to hold entertainment activities, so there are indispensable people selling beer, cold drinks, and hallucinogens. If Lao Dai's friends accidentally saw that most of them were people rushing to the other side. In short, no one would set up a stall at the railway crossing. It was pitch dark nearby and there were no pedestrians at night.

"How deep is that tunnel?"I saw that his slow cross-examination was all nonsense, so I came up to him and got to the point directly, asking:"On the outside, it looks like a coal cave, it's pitch black, but when you get in front, you can feel the wind blowing, giving you a feeling. A chilling feeling. Has anything happened here? Are there any strange stories in the area?"

The old couple looked at me as if I were a monster, suddenly burst out laughing and asked,"Have you been to the river? Were these words said to you by those boys? There are no weird stories nearby, they are all made up by themselves to tease people."

It turns out that this open space is where the young men in the town like to gather at night. They call this kind of pastime camping, which means a few men and women who get along well cuddle up and look for excitement. Sometimes I have too much free time and like to go around for fun, so the nearby cemetery, railway crossing and tunnel are all the subjects of fun. The old couple believed that what I was asking about was because they were bewitched, and it was completely nonsense.

Then, they began to talk about the history of this town. This town was originally uninhabited and was an arms transfer point during the Civil War, transporting ammunition to Atlanta, Macedonia, Keysburg and other places. The war endedIt began to transform, and its geographical superiority soon made it a place for accumulation of raw minerals, so people slowly began to settle down. That's probably it.

The place we mentioned has no official name. The locals call it the Black Maple Tunnel. It was named because the maple trees along the road were blackened by coal trains in the early years. The entire tunnel is 250 meters long. It is the descending section of the Georgia Stone Ridge. It was dug out at the beginning of the century to facilitate transportation, which can save one-third of the time without having to climb the mountain. If you continue eastward, you will reach the Lake District, which is a 90-minute drive from Atlantic City. It is now full of resorts and camping sites. During the peak tourist season, it is crowded with people and very lively. If you take a walk from this town, you can reach it in one hour.

"We plan to go there tomorrow to enjoy the mountains and rivers. By the way," Krys also came to the old couple and asked,"I heard someone said that after passing the tunnel, there is a small town just a few miles away. It seems that there is also a small town in the town. Casino or something, where is that?"

"Who did you listen to? The old man looked at her with a half-smile and said,"Of course there is a town, but it's not that close. The straight-line distance is farther than ours. If you want to play in the casino, won't you go back to Atlanta?" Traveling to the mountains to gamble? Who to bet with? Playing with badgers in the wilderness? Maybe those boys by the river saw your good looks and wanted to coax you to go there to scare you."

"Was there a town in this place in the past? Of course not now, I mean a long time ago. I frowned, lit a cigarette, and continued to cross-examine:"Our friend went there a few months ago, but something happened to him and he became insane.""

The old couple waved their hands and said that they are not locals. They just moved here twenty years ago. They don't know what's going on there. If they really want to ask, they can go to the people on the other side of the supermarket. They have lived here for most of their lives. Maybe there is someone there. The answer I wanted. Just like that, Krys and I followed Lao Dai and walked over there with our hands in our trouser pockets. Halfway through, we saw a group of boys by the river, sitting on a motorcycle and giving kisses..

"This also saves you from going to the supermarket. Since these people hang around often, they may know more than adults."

After that, the detective made a turn and began to walk towards them slowly. When several boys saw outsiders coming, they all turned their heads and stared at us. When he stepped forward and said that he wanted to talk to them, one of them He asked Lao Dai to buy some wine for them first.

"Why are you still so old-fashioned about smoking? Was that your dad just now?"A rather mean-looking female sneered.

"Smoking is better than taking drugs, that's my relative."I shrugged my shoulders and didn't take it seriously. I continued to light a cigarette and asked,"Were all the brothers born in this town? I see there are many places to have fun in the area, I guess you guys come here often, right?"

They found me familiar and good-looking, plus Krys is also very beautiful. We are all young people, so we got to know each other soon. When Dai came back with two plastic bags of beer, I was almost at the other end of the tunnel. I found out everything about it. It turned out that there was a gathering point 2.5 miles past Heifengkou in the 1930s and 1940s, but it was not a small town, but a mine. At that time, people who went south to make a living There are many and mixed, and gradually it has become a lively place like a town, with casinos, some shack nightclubs, and wandering fireflies. Compared to the other side, the town seems deserted. At night, people always rush to the mines..

However, it is a pity that even if we get there now, there is nothing left. Because around the 1950s, there was a large-scale collapse accident caused by the lack of water in the mine, and the entire place sank into the earth. It has long been a There is only one oil and gas station in the ruins, and it is closed now. All you can see is grass and used tires.

"Have you ever walked through that tunnel at night? Lao Dai kept it in mind and asked,"I heard from the B&B owner that you may be more familiar with this area than your parents. Have you heard or seen any strange rumors?" In other words, have bad things ever happened in the tunnel, such as someone dying, or being trapped for most of the night without being able to get in and out?"

After hearing this, the boys started whispering to each other. I listened carefully, and even heard that they were trying to make a malicious joke on us. At this time, Krys couldn't bear it any longer, so he took out Fan Pang's bluffing sign, indicating that he was a professional. They came to investigate the mysterious incident, which stopped this group of people from laughing and joking. However, they all unanimously said that at least in their lifetimes, they had never heard of such a thing. The tunnel was a little dark, but it was very safe. If There really is something, maybe there is a snake hidden there.

All in all, the boys and the B&B owner agreed. This is an ordinary and peaceful little place, without all kinds of legends about gods and ghosts. If we really want to find material, we might as well go to the Lake District. Look, there may be more of this kind of thing on the other side.

Just when we felt that we were bored, the girl who provoked me at first seemed to remember something, and stopped us again, saying that she and her companions had walked through the night of Heifengkou not long ago. As she walked through the tunnel, she vaguely heard the sound of someone talking nearby. It was very soft, like a whisper. But she couldn't tell whether it was the singing in her companion's CD player or the person hiding at the end of the darkness making out. In short, they were very quiet. We were about to ride out. This is probably the only weird thing.

On the way back to sleep, Lao Dai said that he had asked a few locals in the supermarket, and they all said the same thing. In short, old, middle-aged and young people Three generations of people think that there is nothing wrong with the railway crossing, so it is necessary to go to the nearby local museum to check the all causes and consequences of the mine collapse that others just mentioned, and then decide on the direction. In addition, the friends of the National Detective in Atlantic City are very busy. Anyway, he wanted to hear it.

Krys and I had nothing to do, so we went to a local bar and had fun until midnight, then went back to the hotel to rest.

After returning to the B&B, Fan Fan started to assign tasks. Tomorrow The arrangement is roughly like this. The detective gang went to several nearby towns to collect consultations. Soul Scythe is going to Belmont to meet a few friends. If you are lucky, you may bring someone back. This guy belongs to the dark world, a man named""Dream Catcher" organization, Eubisio has always wanted to find out where the other half of the flying bird is, and that person is the most proficient in dream interpretation, which may be able to help.

As for the rest of us, detectives I haven't made any arrangements. I might as well stay in the hotel or go shopping. In short, I should come back before evening and try not to go to Heifengkou. I'll wait until they find out what's going on.

"Eh? Now it seems that the cart has been put before the horse. All the things we should have done at this time have been divided up by the rams and detectives. In this way, we have become a real tourist."Pang Fan was a little indignant and shouted:"We Lancaster brothers have been separated for a long time. I will simply call my hometown tomorrow and call Hollisman and Lao Ma. They are on Moon Valley Radio. It's also idle, how about it? Anyway, it's only a few hours' drive from Gibson, so it's very close."

Thus, we quietly decided to set off early tomorrow morning and go to Heifengkou first.

5:39S The prequel to the Road of the Dead, the Silver Wings root explanation:

Case 2201: A strange case that happened in the 1930s. The most brutal murder case in history, also known as the Man in Red Case.

Shady Dead: a new term, currently unknown.

Half-demon: a human being who has been poisoned by the Shady Dead and becomes a monster between a human and a demon.

Atlanta: The largest city in Georgia.

Stone Ridge: located north of Atlanta.

Black Maple Town: a section of Georgia Stone Ridge where monorails are densely packed.

Black Wind Tunnel: where old money goes wrong.

Single title: Heaven