I don't know what kind of work she did before, in fact, Zhang Luo was quite curious, but seeing that she didn't want to say it, she didn't ask.

Of course, these are just small things, and he doesn't care about it once the process is set. If this eldest lady can really be diligent and thrifty and promote traditional virtues, then there is no loss, at most Bai Su is a little wary.

"Tonight's night is not to be wasted." Zhang Luo looked at the crescent moon in the sky rendered by fog.

Due to the fog, the moon is also stained with blood, as if a filter has been added.

Zhang Luo didn't leave the eldest lady for dinner, and after transferring the funds from the account, he let her go back to Longmen, if he didn't go to Longmen, he would basically have no chance to meet, and would only contact online.

Of course, that's not possible.

If you only rely on the supernatural events of a city, you will definitely not be able to grow quickly. If he could, he would also want to go to the mainland, where there is a large population and paranormal events must be frequent. It's just that he doesn't know the place well, and he doesn't really want to try his luck.

And who knows what the local Manifest Destiny thinks? It's not good if there is a conflict, he can't beat other Destiny yet.

The place where he is at the moment is a place called the cloister community.

There is a legend that spreads widely in the cloister community.

In the parking lot on the basement level, there is an unknown room where someone is able to happen the unexpected by constantly calling the name of another person. Someone gets the favor of another person, someone gets a gift from another person, but in exchange, you need to hand over the corresponding price.

Remember, don't call yourself by name, it may happen more than you think.

This is an incident recorded in the Xia Shisu Paranormal Association, because no one has been heard of dead or missing, so Zhang Luo felt that this place should be less dangerous than Highway 13, so he came over to see what the situation was.

According to his guess, this place should only be at the level of fierce spirits, but he doesn't know how to fulfill other people's wishes.

He remembered a TV series he had watched, "Pawnshop No. 8", but then shook his head, it shouldn't be so scary.

No matter how you say it, this supernatural power can only affect ordinary people, and I haven't heard of anyone becoming superhuman or anything. And there are gains and losses, and it is obviously not so easy to make a deal with ghosts.

Zhang Luo decided to see what the mystery was.

The cloister community is in Beicheng District, which is considered the old city, and most of the buildings were built during the reign of Jiaotu.

However, compared to the city center and the residential area, it is a bit mixed and unstable. To the west is the West 11th District, where demonstrations often erupt.

It was the shadow side of the city, where gangs were active and the Silver Federation was heavily infiltrated, and where the city's poorest people lived.

Natural security is not very good.

Of course, there is no reason why those people are poor, and most of them are black households with no identification, such as smugglers from various countries, criminals who hide their identities, and members of organizations with unknown intentions, and even the children of these people.

These people are not included in the Matsuyama city government's poverty alleviation program because of their lack of identity.

As a result, the area where the cloister community is located is also less stable.

If the legend is true, then I'm afraid it will be a little troublesome to complete this quest.

Zhang Luo changed into a poncho in a toilet full of small advertisements with various texts and put on a mask — a necessity that he didn't want to get into trouble with his face.

The puppet puppet Wuxin seemed to have some inexplicable preference for his shoulders, still squeezed into Zhang Luo's poncho.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, the rain began to flutter in Matsuyama, and it continued endlessly. Zhang Luo walked on the road to the point that it was not very conspicuous.

Probably because of the rain, even if there are street lights, the visibility on the road is not high.

There were hardly any pedestrians on the side of the road, and most of them were in a hurry.

Zhang Luo stood at the entrance of a residential area, several rows of residential buildings about six or seven stories high, sparsely lit at night.

He glanced at the old sign and was sure it was the so-called cloister community.

The name of this community seems strange, but the most important thing is that Zhang Luo doubts whether there is a parking lot in such a community.

In Zhang Luo's thinking, in his world, only new-style communities generally have underground parking lots, and old-fashioned communities have not planned this aspect at all.

But obviously Zhang Luo thought too much, the Sun Islands were once a century-old industrial power, and they were by no means emerging countries. Even if it is divided by the world giants, there is a reasonable plan when the community is built when Jiaotu is in power, and the vehicles are not cheap, but they are definitely not a top luxury that ordinary people can't afford.

Even the Jiaotu regime tried to rely on the power here to return to the mainland...... But apparently they didn't expect that they would be sold for a good price by the Silver Federation.

Of course, there are no security guards or anything in this old community now, Zhang Luo easily entered, wearing a poncho, he entered the underground garage silently like a ghost.

Zhang Luo can feel that the property fee here on weekdays should not be high.

In addition to the various characters on the spray paint paintings, there are also paintings of unknown meaning, layered on top of each other. Of course, a thick layer of black dust is also indispensable on the lampshade of the street lamp.

Even some of the characters have been badly faded.

In the garage, some cars have accumulated a car full of dust, and even the windows have been smashed by someone who doesn't know. The black hole in the window makes it feel like a monster is hiding inside.

Zhang Luo could feel a cold aura rushing towards his face, but strangely, there was no one around at all.

He was a little puzzled, if this supernatural event could really be exchanged for benefits, then there was no reason why those outlaws would not come to try their luck.

You must know that those people can eat prison food until death for a thousand dragons, Zhang Luo has learned about it on the Internet before.

"Maybe there's something really wrong here." Zhang Luo scratched his head.

But he didn't think much of it, and wandered around in the underground garage.

Don't look at the community above, it doesn't seem to be very big, but the underground garage is complex enough, and the drainage facilities are also perfect. The underground garage of this community was used for air defense at the beginning of its establishment, including the buildings in Songshan City now, and there are perfect air defense measures on a considerable scale underground. You must know that there have been a lot of frictions and military confrontations between the two major powers in recent years, and these civilian air defense measures are almost indispensable.

No one knows if the two countries will go awry, anyway, this is not a local country, and there is not much pressure to fight a local war.

Of course, in this kind of old community, many remote locations will be forgotten.

Zhang Luo's poncho was dripping with water, and he walked inside like a ghost.

He reached out and held the little puppet on the palm of his hand, and asked in a low voice, "Wuxin, can you feel anything abnormal?" ”

Wuxin didn't answer, as if an ordinary puppet was sitting on Zhang Luo's hand, but her arm slowly raised, pointing in one direction like a pointer, like a peculiar compass.

Is this a humanoid finger pin?

"Thank you." Zhang Luo smiled, followed the guidance of the "ghost needle", and began to make a detour to the guide location.

Since it is underground, even if you know the direction, you may have to make a detour and test it, and the so-called room is definitely not such a conspicuous place at the gate.

Zhang Luo quickly determined the coordinates of the other party through continuous displacement. Compared to those ghosts, it is obviously much easier to solve a fixed supernatural event.

At least you don't have to hide and seek, do you?

But just as he had just determined his position, Zhang Luo heard a voice behind him.

"荷物を壊さないように気をつけてください......"

“はい！”

Zhang Luo couldn't understand what they were saying, but after learning a little basic, he could still tell that the other party was speaking in Sang. So, the language barrier is really a headache, and it's not convenient at all.

He decided to hide and take a look at the situation first, preferably related to the paranormal event, so as not to make him uneasy because he had no information.

Although, the death gene in his heart is ready to move.

Zhang Luo didn't hide himself much, just stood in the shadow that the light couldn't shine, and no one noticed him, even if they passed by directly.

Zhang Luo glanced at it, if he guessed correctly, there were a total of seven people here.

The five men who were carried by them were probably also alive. He could feel that the two bags in the cart were supposed to be people.

Kidnapping.

"It's really dangerous here." Zhang Luo stepped out of the shadows and muttered almost sarcastically, carefully following behind them.

The tattoos on these people clearly tell Zhang Luo that they are gangsters.

Compared with those young people on the mainland who began to learn from the West and gradually pursue individuality and tattoo tattoos, the society in the Sun Islands here is more sensitive to tattoos, which is almost synonymous with gangsters.

Compared to the other world, the gangsters in this world appear to be more active, and the underground world is more complex.

Of course, he wasn't very interested in any of these per se. That is, the second secondary school teenager will think that the world is all about the fists, although it is not unreasonable, but some simple and crude actions cannot solve practical problems.

Zhang Luo glanced at their destination: "It seems that I have a companion tonight, but I don't know what they will do." I'm looking forward to it. ”

He felt that if he was really in a book, it would feel more like a boss, if the protagonist of the White Lotus had already begun to prepare to save people.

It's a pity that his name is Zhang Luo, and he has no interest in saving the world or others, if Qiao Xi's words were to rush up a long time ago, these two people are really unlucky, and it was him who met.

Instead, he was curious about what these people wanted to do.

According to the known information, this supernatural event is to give what you have and get what you want. What's the use of kidnapping someone?

Zhang Luo thought carefully in his heart, feeling that he seemed to have ignored something, but he couldn't think of it, and scratched his head a little.

"I can only follow along."

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