"Then do you have any recommendations?" Zhang Heng didn't dwell on the previous question, and asked following the old man's words.
"Gilman Hotel, there are delicious food and soft beds," the old man replied, "I can take you there." He turned around and left after speaking, as if telling Zhang Heng to follow him.
Zhang Heng glanced at the church in front of him again. It was obviously not a serious church residence, but instead faintly revealed a feeling of madness and evil, just like the town itself.
The black figure wearing a golden crown and wrapping himself in a strange robe flashed away from the huge pillared auditorium, and Zhang Heng couldn't make out what the guy under the robe looked like.
But at this moment of delay, the old man Kung Fu had already walked a short distance, he stopped, and stared back at Zhang Heng with those protruding eyes, like a toad.
Zhang Heng thought for a while, and decided to follow the old man, because the latter was also the only person in the town who took the initiative to talk to him, although he was not willing to answer all questions.
"Do you know me?" Zhang Heng asked again after catching up with the old man, "What time is it now?"
"July 15, 1927." The old man finally answered another question.
This is about the same as the estimated time when Zhang Heng came here for the first time. Zhang Heng subconsciously glanced at the watch on his right hand, but this time he found that the starfish that always accompanied him was not on his wrist. on the wrist.
Perhaps because he was used to the constant company of that watch, Zhang Heng even forgot to count that watch when he first came here to check the props, but Zhang Heng didn't panic too much. It has already passed, and there is still a considerable amount of time before the arrival of the next zero point, so there is a high probability that he will not be able to use the extra 24 hours.
Secondly, he is no longer an ordinary person when he first entered the dungeon. The long list of high-level skills on his body has become a part of his body, and he has enough self-protection power even without relying on props.
In addition, it cannot be said that he has no props at all, at least the four shadow sets are still there, and even the [Shadow Moment] that has been used up seems to have regained its vitality in this weird place, but Zhang Heng No time to check.
As he followed the old man forward, he was still trying to collect some information, "I saw that you are preparing for a celebration. Are you celebrating something?"
"Oh, it's just an ordinary traditional sacrifice, don't take it to heart."
"Really, do you know how to get out of here?"
The old man's footsteps paused, "The train stopped a long time ago, and it takes a long time to walk, and this area is not safe. If you want to leave, you can take the bus, which departs at eight o'clock every night, but..."
"but what?"
"But not tonight, because the driver is also preparing for the celebration, so the car will not depart tonight."
"What about the horse?"
"There are no horses in the town," the old man replied in a hoarse voice. "There were people who raised horses earlier, but the animals didn't seem to like this place, and they were restless at night, so we had to get rid of them." Bought them again." Then he turned his head, "Do you want to leave?"
"Leave? No, I'm just asking casually." Zhang Heng said.
He didn't lie. Of course, Zhang Heng could see that no matter what the reason was, the old man hoped that he could stay in the inn named Gilman tonight, and coincidentally, he also wanted to see how living in that inn would be. what happened. Zhang Heng originally planned to investigate here, even if the only bus that communicates with the outside world leaves tonight, he will not leave.
Of course, he is not a fool. When he contacted the old man who said to him when they met for the first time, "Are you... finally here", Zhang Heng can see that this so-called traditional sacrifice is probably related to him.
So I'm afraid it will be interesting tonight.
Zhang Heng continued to chat with the old man, wanting to see if he could get more useful information, and the old man still answered his questions selectively as before, and it could be seen that he was Carefully avoid the core secrets here, especially those related to the evening celebration.
However, Zhang Heng still got some things. For example, a hundred years ago, the houses that have been abandoned and collapsed were once full of people. In addition, the economy was still booming at that time, and this place was once very lively. , can even be called a city.
Ships will dock at the port, sailors will go ashore to have fun, and trains will also drive here, bringing goods and immigrants from other cities, and taking the fish and shrimp species caught by the townspeople to other places. A gold refinery is a lucrative business.
But it all went down after the Civil War, business started to decline, economic conditions continued to deteriorate, people couldn't see the future, and after a while, people started disappearing, just a few at first, but then more and more At the same time, as a group of newborns grew up slowly, some people whose appearance changed began to appear, and the old man was one of them.
When he said this, he seemed to be secretly observing the changes on Zhang Heng's face with those cloudy eyes. However, he was disappointed that the latter didn't react when he heard the words. He was neither surprised nor frightened. There was no joy, just a signal that he could continue talking.
However, the old man stopped at this time and said, "This is it."
Zhang Heng raised his head and saw a domed building. Like other houses here, this domed building cannot escape the fate of decay. The word Gilman on the signboard has been worn away a lot, and the wall is peeling off. Also gross, with moss and mold on the walls.
A similar hostel in any town may not attract many tourists. However, according to the old man, this is the only remaining place in the town where foreigners can rest their feet. However, when Zhang Heng stepped into the rather shabby hall, he had to say goodbye to the delicious food and soft beds that the old man had mentioned before. Big selling points are skeptical.
Fortunately, the male waiter at the front desk looks relatively normal except for being a bit surly and withdrawn.
"Room 427, one dollar." He put down the dirty old newspaper in his hand, "It's quite busy today, and there are actually two guests."
"Is there anyone else living here tonight?" The old man was a little surprised.
"Yeah, something happened in the town before..." He stopped suddenly in the middle of speaking, and looked at Zhang Heng on the other side.
The latter rummaged through all the pockets and raised his head, "Sorry, I may not have any money with me."
"..."
The old man and the male waiter looked at each other.
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