New Bridge of Helplessness

Title: [Repost] <<<<<Ghost--Ghost--Ghost>>> Classic Ghost Stories - September 15th "The Bridge of Helplessness" - Magpie Bridge Fairy [271 points / 61 replies] Function: New Bridge of Helplessness I. Searching for the missing eighteen people, who have disappeared as if they had vanished into thin air.

The disappearance was discovered on September 20th.

Traveling abroad and taking a "long holiday" are not strictly different.

For a foundry overhaul plant, the workday lasts six months, and the rest of the year is uneventful – it's like running an antique shop. Sending workers on "trips" only happens after the "jobs" are finished. Even when they're actually at work, it's mostly just guarding the warehouse, managing various machines, playing cards or chess, or secretly playing mahjong in their rooms – these are considered good comrades. Those who show up for work briefly, then sneak away to pursue a second job are considered "promoters." They're only seen once or twice a month when it's time to collect wages, bonuses, and benefits – that's the true characteristic of an overhaul plant employee.

So when these eighteen people didn't come to work on time, nobody took it seriously.

If it weren't for the fact that starting from noon on the 19th, the families and friends of the 18 people began calling to inquire and search, and the city travel agency was also urging them to submit the brochure, perhaps no one would have thought anything was wrong even if it hadn't been for another ten days.

The branch factory manager might not care about inquiries from others, but he couldn't ignore the inquiries from the three famous beauties associated with his factory.

He immediately made phone calls to inquire everywhere. It wasn't until noon on the 20th that he finally found the drivers of the two buses. Only one bus returned, but both drivers did. The driver of the bus that hadn't returned had just lost nearly a thousand yuan gambling; his eyes were red, and he replied irritably, "That kid surnamed Du wanted to drive for fun, did I dare stop him? What if he stabbed me in the back? Would you take responsibility? I even took the bus back! I haven't even asked you for reimbursement for the fare, and you're already asking me for the bus!"

The driver of the returning bus was even more annoyed.

"Going out for fun? -- Not at all! My car broke down at the overpass! While it was being repaired, everyone got out to wander around. Du Liu took his seventeen classmates from the second graduating class and got into a nice car, saying they'd just drive around for a bit. They disappeared! After finally getting the car fixed, a group of people from Liuzhuang wanted to collect some kind of donation, saying it was for a good deed for the dead! Five yuan per person! Everyone was confused, who wanted to go? Over fifty people crammed into one car, the crowd was unbearable! It was so uncomfortable! What kind of idiots are they! Taking advantage of the crowd, they started fighting. Look how many people have been fighting these past few days!" Pointing at the branch factory manager's nose, "You're lucky you didn't kill a few people! Losing a few lives is nothing!"

The drivers are always rude and vulgar. If you anger them, even the factory manager will dare to beat you up. What is a mere deputy factory manager in their eyes?

Fortunately, he was big-bellied and tolerant. He chuckled a few times and quickly waved the two away to end the matter.

The proverb "A generous reward will surely bring forth brave men" is absolutely true. He immediately called back more than a dozen young men and ordered them to inquire around according to the treatment given to section-level officials on business trips. By midnight, they all reported the unfortunate news.

"No. None of our people are here."

"Then let's go to the Great Burial Mountain and ask. Go there tonight! We'll send you a car!"

At noon on September 21st, the phone rang.

"Factory manager, they didn't come! This section of Dazang Mountain is closed. I heard that Wangzhuang and Liuzhuang villages at the foot of Dazang Mountain are fighting fiercely, with deaths and injuries every day. More than a dozen villages are busy fighting here and fighting lawsuits there. They haven't sold a single ticket since the 10th. All the tourists from outside have been scared away. ... I went to the parking lot, but there was no car for us. The parking lot at the foot of the mountain hasn't had a single car parked there since the 14th."

"Go to Dashishan immediately!" The deputy director of the branch factory's face began to turn pale.

The phone rang again in the evening.

"There's no Da Shi Shan either! We even bought a dozen packs of Hongtashan cigarettes and a case of Moutai to treat all the 'gods'. They checked everything. There's no sign of our car! Factory manager, something seems off. Could we have been abducted by aliens and locked up in their zoo? Maybe we should report it to the police. By the way, we've already issued the invoice, look at the money..." "All of you, get back here!" The deputy factory manager roared.

Before he could even call the factory to ask whether to report the incident, the police had already come looking for him.

"You have a vehicle that crashed about five kilometers southeast of Xiaoshi Township. There were eighteen people in the vehicle, and they're all charred. Go and send someone to identify the bodies."

His heart condition relapsed as a result, and he was taken to the hospital.

He had survived, but he cried like a newborn baby. "Oh God!—Why did you let me live!"

"Dad, don't cry. Those weren't people from your factory. The autopsy report is out; they were all elderly people and children."

"real?"

"real."

"Really? -- Haha!" His heart attack struck again, and this time, he couldn't be saved.

On the morning of the 23rd, a formal report was filed.

At noon that day, someone found a camera worth over a thousand yuan in a crevice of a deep pool at the top of Dazang Mountain. Because it was in the pool wall and the camera was of good quality, it wasn't soaked. There was film inside the camera, and someone recognized it as a public camera belonging to the city's foundry repair factory. After the film was recovered, even the police officers were terrified.

The first fourteen photos are of individuals or groups, taken between morning and 3 PM. They depict scenery from Daizo-san Mountain. One extra photo was taken, but the last three are group photos in front of the waterfall.

First picture: Everyone is all smiles, their faces clearly visible, with the waterfall in the background showing a beautiful scene, and the deep pool also radiating dazzling light.

---Magpie Bridge Fairy

Reply [4]: Second picture: The waterfall's water flow is only half left, the pool is empty, and the human face is blurry and double-image.

The third photo: There is no waterfall, but the waterfall walls are scarlet, as if stained with blood. The water in the pool also seems to be full of blood. The facial features of the people are blurred and difficult to recognize, but each of them is bleeding from all seven orifices. Judging from the photo, it seems that no one knows that they are bleeding from all seven orifices, and they are even smiling. And this smile appears especially eerie and terrifying against the backdrop of blood-soaked faces.

The person who found the camera was immediately detained, and all the gatekeepers and ticket sellers at the burial site that day were also detained. The police withheld the last three photos from the public, but showed the rest to prove that they had been to the burial site.

The search team began searching that evening, and shortly after nightfall, relatives and friends of the eighteen missing persons arrived to join the search.

That night, the burial site was brightly lit with torches, and the lights of flashlights and miners' lamps shone like fireworks in the night sky. People found strips of cloth, cigarette butts, handkerchiefs, empty water bottles, discarded batteries, loose playing cards, instant noodle bags, sausage casings, bread bags, empty beer bottles or fragments... but no one was found.

The search focus was undoubtedly on Dazang Mountain. Search teams were also dispatched to Dashi Mountain, and search and investigation personnel were also sent to the secret forest area between the two mountains, but they found nothing.

Daylight broke. Another piece of compelling evidence had been discovered.

It was a diary, or you could say a novel, titled "Those Gentle Little Hands," written by A Ding—Ding Dada!

On the 23rd, the province issued a clear document:

—You have three days to find it!

"If you can't find a living person, look for a corpse! If you can't find a complete corpse, look for fragments! If you can't find anything, then you should submit your resignation."

This is a polite notification from the immediate superior to the head of the Public Security Bureau.

In return, an armed police corps and the entire regiment of a garrison participated in the search. Nearly a hundred police dogs, dozens of police rats, and hundreds of people worked day and night on every inch of the burial mountain and its surrounding land.

At dusk, a commotion broke out outside the "command center," and dozens of burly men, surrounding two fierce-looking young men, suddenly burst in.

"Who is the police chief—come out here!" Li shouted from the left.

"Who are you...?" The police chief asked, puzzled.

"Can't find him! You'll be lying dead in the street in two weeks!" The man on the right pointed at himself and sneered. He then added, "—Believe it or not!"

As soon as they finished speaking, the two tu

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