"Do you have any recommendations?" Zhang Heng didn't dwell on the previous question, and asked along with the old man's words.

"The Gilman Lodge, with its delicious food and soft beds," replied the old man, "I can take you there." After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked away, 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 station, but faintly revealed a sense of madness and evil, just like the town itself.

The black shadow wearing a golden crown and wrapping himself in a strange robe flashed away from the huge pillar auditorium, and Zhang Heng couldn't make out what the guy under the robe looked like.

At this time, the old man had already walked a short way, he stopped, turned around and stared at Zhang Heng with his bulging eyes, like a toad.

Zhang Heng thought about it for a while, but decided to keep up with 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 any question.

"Do you know me?" After Zhang Heng caught up with the old man, he asked again, "What time is it?" ”

"July 15, 1927." The old man finally answered another question.

This is about the same time as Zhang Heng's estimate when he first came, Zhang Heng subconsciously glanced at the watch on his right hand, but this time he found that the starfish that accompanied him at all times was not on his wrist.

Maybe it's because he's used to the consistent companionship of the watch, Zhang Heng even forgot to count the watch when he first came here to check the props, but Zhang Heng didn't panic too much, as soon as today's zero o'clock has passed, there is still a considerable amount of time before the arrival of the next zero hour, and his extra 24 hours are likely not to be used.

Second, he is no longer an ordinary person when he first entered the dungeon, and the long list of high-level skills on his body has become a part of his body, and he has enough self-protection even if he does not rely on props.

In addition, it can't be said that he doesn't have any props at all, at least the four shadow sets are still there, and even the [Shadow Moment], which has been consumed and used, seems to have regained its vitality in this strange place, but Zhang Heng has no time to check it for the time being.

He continued to walk with the old man, still trying to gather some information, "I see that you are preparing for the celebration, are you going to celebrate something?" ”

"Oh, it's just an ordinary traditional sacrifice, don't take it personally."

"yes, so do you know how to get out of here?"

The old man's footsteps paused, "The train stopped a long time ago, it takes a long time to walk, and it's not safe in this area, if you want to leave, you can take a bus, it leaves at eight o'clock every night, but it's ......"

"But what?"

"But not tonight, because the driver is also preparing for the celebration, so he won't leave tonight."

"What about the horses?"

"There are no horses in the town," replied the old man in a hoarse voice, "and there were horses in the past, but the animals did not seem to like the place, and were restless at night, and we had to buy them again. Then he turned his head, "Do you want to leave?" ”

"Leave? No, I'm just asking. Zhang Heng said.

He wasn't lying, Zhang Heng could certainly see that for whatever reason, the old man wanted him to stay in the hostel called Gilman tonight, and coincidentally, he also wanted to see what would happen if he stayed in that hostel. Zhang Heng originally planned to investigate here, even if the only bus with contact with the outside world departs tonight, he will not leave.

Of course, he was not stupid, and contacted the old man who said to him "you" when they first met...... Is it finally here?", Zhang Heng could see that this so-called traditional sacrifice would most likely have something to do with him.

So I'm afraid it's going to 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 was still answering his questions selectively as before, and it could be seen that he was carefully avoiding the core secrets here, especially those related to the evening celebration.

However, Zhang Heng still got some things, such as pushing forward a hundred years, those houses that are now abandoned and collapsed were also full of people, plus the economy was still booming at that time, and it was once very lively, and it could even be called a city.

Ships would dock in the harbor, sailors would go ashore to have fun, trains would come and go, bringing goods and immigrants from other cities, bringing grain from fish and shrimp caught by the townspeople elsewhere, and there was a gold refinery in the town, which was a lucrative business.

But all this continued after the civil war, and the business began to decline, the economic situation continued to deteriorate, and people could not see the future, and then after a while, people began to disappear, at first just a few, but then more and more, and at the same time, as a group of newborns slowly grew up, some people began to appear, and the elderly were one of them.

When he said this, he seemed to be secretly observing the changes on Zhang Heng's face with those cloudy eyes, but what disappointed him was that the latter did not react when he heard this, neither surprised, nor frightened, nor happy, but just signaled that he could continue to speak.

However, at this time, the old man stopped and said, "This is it." ”

Zhang Heng looked up and saw a domed building, like other houses here, this domed building also could not escape the fate of decay, the three words Gilman on the signboard had been worn away a lot, and at the same time, the peeling of the wall skin was also very serious, and there were moss and mold on the walls.

Hostels like this in any town may not attract many tourists. However, according to the old man, this is the only remaining place in the town for outsiders to rest, but when Zhang Heng stepped into the rather shabby hall, he had to express doubts about the two major selling points of delicious food and soft beds that the old man said before.

Fortunately, the male waiter at the front desk is relatively normal in appearance, except for being a little obedient and withdrawn.

"Room 427, a dollar." He put down the dirty old newspaper in his hand, "It's a lively day, there are two guests." ”

"Is anyone else staying here tonight?" The old man was a little surprised.

"Yes, something happened in the town before......" He suddenly stopped halfway through his speech and looked at Zhang Heng on the other side.

The latter rummaged through all his pockets and looked up, "Sorry, I probably didn't have any money with me." ”

“…………”

The old man and the waiter looked at each other.

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