Small town of Gary Owen, Montana. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The snow had fallen all day, and the town had been shrouded in a year of whiteness. Not far from the town are snow-covered mountains. The Rocky Mountains are rolling and jungled, and the snow covers the Christmas trees. The town is in such a place and has its own unique personality.

The town is home to more than 600 people and is located between Livingston and Yellowstone National Park, with Highway 540 passing by and a rail line connecting Livingston to Yellowstone National Park.

There are still some public facilities in the town, but they are relatively small. For example, there are only five people in the police station here. Of course, there's also a post office, and there's a small stop on the highway side where you can catch a bus to downtown Livingston. The town also has its only pub, which is the largest building in the town.

There are many people who like to have a drink here. It's a great way to keep out the cold or pass the time when you're bored in winter, and the best sellers here are gin, vodka and rum.

Even during the day, there are a lot of people here.

"Hey man, did you hear that, yesterday...... We've seen the damn woman go crazy again. A somewhat sloppy middle-aged man drunkenly said to the people around him, "She took a dog that killed her own family, did you see her drinking blood, God, it's disgusting." ”

"It's like a vampire in a movie, maybe she's ......" the other interjected, and laughed, "Didn't you that woman again, I know you paid for it." ”

"Hell, who hasn't been on her by any of the men here?" the sloppy middle-aged man scoffed, "Who hasn't been on that watch? Don't be so disgusting, you're the one who has done it the most." ”

"Well, stop talking about this woman, it's disgusting. I'm making a case to our mayor about expelling this woman from this town. What the hell, every time you come, do you have to discuss such a disgusting thing?" said the boss standing at the bar and knocked on the bar counter dissatisfiedly.

"Hey, you can't do this, as disgusting as it is, you can't leave us with nothing, can you?" you know, this woman has given us a lot of fun......" the sloppy middle-aged man cried out dissatisfied, "we don't have wives, so it's better to count on this woman than to shoot ourselves...... Maybe better. ”

So some people started to make a fuss.

A young man sat in the corner of the bar, then stood up, walked up to the scruffy middle-aged man, shook his head at him and said, "Hey, man, better keep your mouth firm." ”

"Stranger, don't meddle with things!" the bar owner next to him reminded him. This scruffy middle-aged man is not easy to mess with, his name is Aaron, and he once fought underground black boxing in the city of Helena. used to be a man of the hour, but now that he is old and can't fight, he hides in this town, planning to spend the rest of his life with the money from boxing, he is very good at drinking, and he likes to find J women. These are his two passions.

"Do you hear that? You'd better listen, man, don't mess with me, get out of here with your tail between your legs. The Aaron poked the young man's chest with his finger and said proudly.

"Bang".

The young man suddenly waved his hand, pressed the head of the sloppy middle-aged man, and slammed it into the counter, and the middle-aged man immediately collapsed.

The young man looked around. It was found that many people stood up, and someone reached out and seemed to be pulling out the guy. But he was stopped by the bar owner, who waved his hand: "Stop, guys, listen to me, this is not something we should mess up with, are you sure you want to stand up for this bastard?"

Aaron is indeed a bastard, and his reputation in the town is not very good, so as soon as the bar owner said this, the rest of the people were stunned and sat down slowly, indeed, it was not worth standing up for this bastard.

The young man shrugged his shoulders at the boss and took out a hundred-dollar bill and pressed it on: "No need to look for it." Without looking back, he walked towards the door, stood at the door, tugged at his collar, and then disappeared into the snowstorm. When the young man had left, the man named Aaron staggered to his feet.

"Damn it—it's all swollen!" he touched his forehead, and it was indeed swollen with a bag.

"I thought you fainted. Some people ridiculed.

Aaron snorted: "Shut up, if it were you, would you be able to survive this time?" To be honest, if it weren't for my training to resist blows, I would definitely pass out." But...... It was also proved just now that it was wise for me not to fight back, that guy can't make people want to resist......"

Seeing this sloppy middle-aged man say such a shameful thing so seriously for the first time, everyone was silent, and some people were glad that they didn't do it rashly. The man seemed to be a Chinese, and legend has it that Chinese knew kung fu. Maybe he's a great guy who knows kung fu.

The young man was walking in the wind and snow, and only his faint figure could be seen in the snow, and the buildings and houses around him became vague shadows in the heavy snow.

The young man walked up to a room and knocked on the door.

The house is old and small, and close to the side of the mountain, it is the most remote part of the town. The door opened, and then a woman stood in the doorway, looked at the young man, said nothing, and turned and walked into the house.

The young man went straight into the house, closed the door, and went straight into the small living room, and sat down in front of her, and there was a fire in the fireplace, so it was a little warm, but there was not a single snowflake on the young man's body.

"One hundred and fifty dollars at a time, twenty minutes, no mouth, no wrong place, no stripe...... "The woman said to the young man. Then she raised her face and looked at the young relatives in front of her.

And this year's relatives were also looking at her, and couldn't help but shake their heads: "I've been chasing you for a long time." ”

"You know me, even if you know me, that's the price. The woman snorted, and brushed her hair back, so that her face looked more exposed, and also let the young man see her face clearly, a very ordinary face, white and a little bloodless, hair was very fluffy, not outstanding, and the figure in a sweater looked good.

"Have you been getting more and more obsessed with drinking blood lately?" said the young man to the woman, "and it looks bad. Does every witch have to use something as disgusting as drinking blood to keep her body from aging?"

The woman's originally somewhat cloudy eyes suddenly flashed a cold light, she raised her head, forced her to look at the young man, took a deep breath, and said coldly: "I don't know what you said, I'm sorry, I'm not doing your business anymore, please go out." Otherwise I'll call the police. ”

The young man couldn't help but sigh: "Even if you call the police, there is no guarantee that they will come, because the snow is very heavy and they will be lost." ”

"Who the hell are you?" the woman looked at him, slowly stood up, and glared warily, "Although I don't want to hurt people, it doesn't mean that I won't." ”

"You feel threatened?" the young man nodded, "since you died once, you must have been more cautious, and tried not to expose yourself, preferring to sell yourself in this way to make ends meet." You surprise me. On the one hand, you don't want to hurt others, but you are willing to sell your body. ”

"How do you know who I am?" the woman looked at the young man.

"Even if you need to drink blood, you must be reserved, drinking blood too openly is not conducive to you hiding your identity, after all, this kind of thing sounds appalling. The young man nodded and said, "Do you want to know how Denise is doing?"

"Denise?" the woman looked at the young man with some blankness, "I think you may be mistaken, I never knew a woman named Denise, I know very well what I am doing, and I know how my life ended, and it is the same now, I can't survive this winter." There was something sad in the woman's voice.