Green Mountain.
As an AAAA-rated national forest park located along the border, Green Mountain had never exactly been bustling with crowds, but there had always been plenty of tourists, hikers, and other visitors coming to have fun.
Especially since the forest contained several steep peaks that were perfect for rock-climbing enthusiasts.
But recently, far fewer people had come here to visit.
A great many disappearances had occurred.
Hikers who came to climb, outdoor streamers, fishing enthusiasts, and others had vanished one after another in Green Mountain, yet the police had found no trace of them after investigating.
It was said that even the local Anomaly Bureau had sent people to conduct a thorough search, installing large numbers of detectors throughout the area, but they had ultimately found no clues.
Those missing people seemed to have simply vanished into thin air.
As time went on, rumors that Green Mountain was haunted began to spread.
Of course, there were also rumors that, because this was located on the southwestern border, people often took the opportunity to sneak across the border through the mountains, and that those who had disappeared were actually illegal border crossers.
There were even rumors claiming that there were secret drug-manufacturing dens or hidden factories belonging to criminal organizations inside.
The local authorities had even set up fences and guards at the mountain entrance to dissuade others from entering.
During the day, people occasionally still dared to come in for a stroll, but once night fell, the place was utterly silent.
It was dusk. Inside the prefab guardhouse beside the iron fence at the mountain entrance, Zhao Fugen, who was responsible for keeping watch, had prepared half a jin of pig head meat and a bottle of Erguotou, ready to enjoy himself.
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