Outside the window, thick fog rose for no reason.

"Mr. Jackie! What's going on with this fog?!" the round-faced young man behind the car shouted in horror.

As a driver with many years of experience, Jackie did not panic. Instead, he skillfully changed to the lane closest to the side, turned on the fog lights, reduced the speed of the vehicle, and controlled the vehicle at an even and stable traveling speed to prevent collision accidents in the fog.

"Don't worry, this is just caused by terrain factors and will disappear soon."

Jackie said calmly, but he didn't have much confidence in his heart. This was the first time he had encountered such a strange environment after driving here for so long.

In his limited memory, he only remembered that after he turned a corner, he saw a solid white fog in front of him, lingering on the road ahead, making it difficult to see the shape of the mountains and the road.

It seems that this kind of fog is not a special phenomenon caused by freezing rain. The temperature outside remains at the same level.

Most likely, it happened suddenly due to the special terrain, just like what he recalled. Many of the viaducts here are at the same level as the mountain peaks. At night, heavy fog often rises from the valleys, boulders, and mountain shadows, and for a short period of time

It spread to the entire road.

But what was different was that there was no sign of the heavy fog this time.

"Mr. Jackie, are you really familiar with fog like this?"

The middle-aged man in the passenger seat still asked questions unhurriedly, as if the surrounding events had nothing to do with him.

"Well... I have encountered this situation many times, and my father also told me about it."

"Does this kind of thick fog that makes you unable to see your fingers happen often here?"

"No, it's rare." Jackie said honestly.

Except for the round-faced young man who was still shivering in the back seat of the car, the car fell into silence once again.

In this untimely silence, the heartbeat of the round-faced young man seemed to be unusually loud.

This car carries four people with different thoughts, like beetles, moving slowly in the thick white fog. The car is tearing through the white fog every second, and it is also being swallowed up by the white fog every second.

The weak headlights illuminated the road ahead, but were blocked several meters away, and the reflective signs of the road ahead could only be barely felt.

The people in the car invariably closed the windows tightly, fearing that this unclean white mist would break in through the gaps in the vehicle.

No one knows where this feeling comes from, but they are invariably disgusted with these mist. It is as if these mist are passing through the gap of the infinite abyss, carrying the strange murmur of the alien evil god and repeating it.

In front of me is a dull and boring white mist.

In my ears, there was the monotonous and noisy sound of cars.

In such an environment, everyone is looking forward to something that can break this iron prison. No matter how shocking and weird the story is, it is stronger than this tormenting environment.

The driver Jackie thought for a long time and turned on the car radio again. The deep and clear male voice came from the stereo again.

"...Thank you all listeners for listening. Today's midnight chat program is about to come to the last story."

"I hope that all listeners will actively participate and provide more and better stories to share. The final link is a midnight call, and a lucky audience will be selected to have a conversation."

Next came a clattering sound that sounded like a lottery, then the sound of Caracara's adjusting equipment, and then the radio played a call connection sound.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

"Unfortunately, it seems that the first audience member cannot answer the call. We will draw the next listener."

"Beep...beep...beep..."

"The second listener didn't seem to be able to seize the opportunity, but it doesn't matter. We have also prepared a third audience. We hope everyone will listen patiently."

This meaningless segment was repeated twice. Everyone in the car was wondering why the radio station kept such a boring segment and insisted on broadcasting it until two in the morning.

"Hello, this is Midnight Chat. Are you our listener?"

Finally, the sound of the phone being connected came from the radio station.

"Yes! Hello! I am your loyal listener!"

A very excited voice came from the phone. Are there really such enthusiastic fans waiting in front of the phone so late at night, waiting to be drawn?

"Thank you, what story do you want to share with us tonight?"

"Well, I prepared a story, I hope you all like it."

"Tonight's theme is the East-West Highway, and the story I'm telling you is also related to it."

"Zi...Zi..."

There was a sound of current interference coming from the radio, as if something was affecting the signal.

"Sir, can you hear me, sir?"

"Zi... I suddenly came to a strange place. The road over there is not much different from here, but I have never seen the buildings and characters on the side... Zi..."

"Dear listeners, the signal over there seems to be not very good. I hope everyone will wait a moment while the technicians are making adjustments."

"Zi...I'm trapped in this place. The car has been damaged and can't drive. I don't know what to do...Zi..."

The listeners on that radio station didn't realize his problem at all and were still describing his story tirelessly.

An incomplete story paired with vague radio waves formed a strange style, like a person's murmurs before death, intermittent, difficult to distinguish, and full of unknowns.

"Zi... Is there anyone who can help me? I've been trapped here for several days. There is nothing here and the sky has never been bright. No matter how far I go out, I will be pulled back to where I was... Zi...

…”

The person's calm description at first slowly turned into a panicked cry, as if someone was really trapped in an unknown place waiting for rescue.

If this was the audience's performance, this performance would be too realistic, even better than a professional radio host at teasing people's hearts. But if it was not a performance, how could he still be so cheerful from the beginning of this story?

Indicate your identity to the host?

Countless unknowns surrounded everyone's minds, but no one asked them, for fear of breaking through the last obstacle in their rational world and falling into indescribable and unspeakable horror.

"Zi... I'm leaving. I'm going to find a way out. Since I can come, there must be a way out. This journey may take a hundred years, but it may also take a day. I will arrive tomorrow

, I left yesterday, hahahahahaha... Zi..."

Strange words kept coming from the radio, like the gibberish of a madman who lost his mind and was lost in his own conscious world.

"Zi...I left half of the clues in a house. If someone else comes in, they can still go out, but the people after that will not be so lucky...Zi...go quickly...Zi...don't look back

…”

"Quickly go! Zhi..."

The conversation was completely cut off at this moment, and the host's voice cut in in a panic, and there was something obviously abnormal in his voice.

"Sorry, dear listeners. There was an abnormality in the radio wave just now. The technicians have completed the repairs and cut off the abnormal connection. That's the end of today's program. I hope to see you again tomorrow. See you again."

Before the people in the car could breathe a sigh of relief and withdraw from the puzzling story just now, a new voice came from the radio...

"Zi...technical team, what are you talking about? Today's broadcast equipment is broken and not turned on? Then I have been busy all night! Can't you check it carefully!"

When the calm and clear male voice came out again, he completely lost his composure and complained like an ordinary person.

"Zi...forget it, I'm unlucky today. No one can hear the evening program anyway. Let's get off work quickly...Zi...that's really unlucky...no, how did that call come in just now...

Zi..."
Chapter completed!