Chapter 40: Linmen Village III

Some people took out their mobile phones to make calls, and some people walked in groups towards the entrance of the village where they came.

But it didn't take long for the person who left to run over like crazy: "There is no road, there is no road!"

"You make it clear, what is the way out?"

A thin young man's face turned pale and sweat slid down his face: "We... There was no way to get in by car. ”

At the same time, a strong man who was making a call also had an ugly face: "There is no signal on the mobile phone!" The others quickly picked up their mobile phones when they heard this.

Wang Ting looked down at his mobile phone, which had no signal, but the slight ticking sound from time to time in the communicator was obviously unaffected, which calmed his heart a little.

The atmosphere of panic was spreading, the faces of the crowd were ugly, and Wang Ting also felt a chill swallowing him.

Considering that ghosts will devour human beings with fear and emotion as nutrients, Wang Ting knows that he can't sit still, otherwise the strength of ghosts has not yet been figured out, and if he is strengthened again, he will not be able to find a tune.

"Quiet!"

Wang Ting tried his best to control the volume so that the people around him could hear his words.

"We're all the same, we got here for no reason, and now the way to get out of the phone is gone. ”

"I'm afraid there are no living people in this village for a long time, and now we can only watch each other through the to-night night, and when tomorrow dawn we will find our way out, and the news of our disappearance will soon be discovered, and someone will surely come to the rescue." ”

"That's right, I agree!" The calm woman who entered the courtyard with Wang Ting at first nodded, then glanced at Wang Ting and said in a low voice: "I asked Ding Xuan to come here for the same purpose as you!"

Wang Ting glanced at Ding Xuan deeply, and his face did not change.

But the other people are not so good at talking, Zhao Kaitai is two years old today, Chinese New Year's Eve tall and tall, with short hair almost no different from a bald head, close to the scalp, and looking at Wang Ting with a ruthless look in his eyes.

He is a gangster in a county town not far from Linmen Village, and his profits on weekdays are obtained by relying on the notoriety of previous fights and brawls.

Beside him was a young woman with heavy makeup and snow-white skin in a low-cut suit, who had planned to go to another location to play but had come to Linmen Village by mistake.

"Boy, you dare to command you Zhao Ye even if you are anything. Seeing that the woman next to him hugged his arm tighter, Zhao Kaitai's face showed a look of pride, in his opinion, this kind of fledgling young man should be honest, how could he Zhao Kaitai not speak yet, how could it be someone else's turn.

A middle-aged obese woman with a thick tank but not a tall tank on the side saw that Wang Ting did not react and said loudly: "That's it, what do you know about a young man? ”

"If you want me to see, this place is so dangerous that a young man like you should be on duty at night, and the bones of a person like us are not as good as you. ”

"It's just... It's just..."

Boom!

A dull gunshot rang out, and the otherwise noisy crowd immediately fell silent.

The town guard is qualified to match a gun, and Wang Ting is also secretly glad that he brought a pistol with him this time, and it is much more convenient to do things.

Zhao Kaitai stood in place and looked at Wang Ting in horror, the shooting location of that shot was less than half a meter away from his feet, and beads of sweat the size of beans slid down his face.

Seeing this, the middle-aged woman showed a look of fear, and screamed as she squeezed into the crowd: "Kill, police kill!"

Wang Ting's eyes fell on Zhao Kaitai and sneered twice: "Let her shut up, or you yourself shut up forever." ”

Zhao Kaitai came to his senses, and immediately rushed into the crowd in three or two steps and pulled the middle-aged woman out with a flattering look on his face: "Big brother, this was all a misunderstanding before, don't mind." ”

"What's wrong with the police? The police can shoot at will, they are afraid of you, I am not afraid, I will report you when I go back!"

"With our taxpayers' money, you dare to do it to us! Fathers and fellow villagers, tell me what this looks like!" The middle-aged woman's face was fierce, and although she was afraid of the shot Wang Ting had just fired, she still gritted her teeth and said hardly.

Putting the pistol back on the hemp rope and hanging it, Wang Ting didn't bother with the crazy woman, and looked around, and the passengers stopped for a moment on an old man with gray hair, and said again: "Everyone find a place to rest, and we will leave here together tomorrow morning." ”

Most people agreed with Wang Ting's words, and now the panic has begun to spread, and the presence of a policeman with a gun has added a lot of security.

In addition to Wang Ting, there were forty-eight passengers, and it was obviously impossible for so many people to be crammed into one room.

Many people who knew each other well were looking for a place to rest nearby, but their faces were still frightened.

After all, many of the owners of these houses are still in the room.

Regarding the separation of this group of people, Wang Ting did not stop him, and he still acquiesced when he saw this scene.

Even Wang Ting also arranged that these passengers should not gather too much, and about two or three people should find a room to live in, at a certain distance from each other.

The apparent reason is that the more people gather, the more voices they make, and since the village is full of blood letters, it must make sense.

And his actual thinking is that the more people are scattered, the less likely he is to be targeted.

It's just that he won't say it.

Although the mobile phone can't make outgoing calls, it's still no problem to see the time, and the time has come to eight o'clock in the evening.

Wang Ting glanced at Ding Xuan and found that she didn't choose to follow, and finally chose a house with open roads and slightly higher ground as a temporary shelter.

The room was basically a four-walled house, with only one slate bed. In the corner of the house, there is a round table with several clay pots on top, and when opened, it is found that there are some pickles and bacon inside.

Pickled food is free of microorganisms and can therefore be stored for a long time. It seems that there is basically no need to worry about eating anymore.

As for the water, there is a well in the back, and it is also possible to fetch your own water.

These things might be helpful to others, but he had no intention of eating them.

Wang Ting swept the ashes off the stone bed, put down his backpack and took out a box of canned beef, and ate it in three or two.

"This village is really desolate......"

At night, except for the sound of Wang Ting's forty-nine people, there were no birds, beasts, and insects, and the whole village was filled with dead silence in the darkness.