I suddenly had a creepy feeling.

They shouted so neatly, so neatly that they seemed to have undergone systematic and professional training, and they couldn't even tell whether the people shouting slogans were male or female.

A man who looked like the village chief walked up to us surrounded by the crowd and knocked on our car window.

He was about fifty years old, but he had thick hair and a humble smile on his face. The dress is not elaborate, the inside is a T-shirt, and a fat blazer is worn outside, giving people a timid feeling.

I stared at him, nothing out of the ordinary. Sniffing your nose, there seems to be a smoky smell in the air, like the aftertaste of firecrackers, but it doesn't.

"Welcome, welcome, distinguished guests are here to participate in the Magu Festival, right?" The man greeted warmly: "Hurry up and play inside, there is a wind pick-up seat!" ”

He speaks Mandarin mixed with the Yancheng dialect, and his voice sounds young.

Xiao Jun rolled down the car window, greeted the man in Yancheng dialect, politely said that we were not here to participate in the Magu Festival, but just passing by, and asked him if he had seen a Z-series BMW from the provincial capital.

"It doesn't matter, it's all guests!"

The person who looked like the village chief was not disappointed, he seemed to think about it seriously, and said that he had never seen a BMW, but there were many tourists in the past two days, and he really couldn't remember if there was the woman we asked.

He led the way in front, told us to get out of the car and rest first, and shouted to the group of Yangge team: "Don't be lazy, there will be a spiritual guide who will bring TV reporters in a while, give me some spirit!" ”

Our car passed through the Yangge team, the long queue and the eight-carried sedan chair, and followed the man all the way to the town. The man told us that he was the manager of the town in charge of tourist reception, and his surname was Sang.

I asked Manager Sang, what is the name of our town? Manager Sang said that it is called Shihong Town, and this area is quite famous. I looked at Xiao Jun, Xiao Jun was a little confused, and said that he had really never heard of it before, and it seemed that he was lonely and unheard.

Manager Sang said that it may be that you have gone away at night, and then go three miles to the east is the red pai building Zhujiatun, and there is only one town in the whole area. Xiao Jun suddenly realized and smiled a little embarrassedly.

As he spoke, Manager Sang led us to a small street in the town, told us to get out of the car, and went to eat with him first.

As far as the eye can see, the streets are brightly lit, but there is no one in them. The lights in almost every house are on, but the lights seem to be shaking slightly, and they all exude a dim yellow.

Didn't they all go to Yangge to welcome the spiritual guide and the TV station? Why not turn off the lights?

But light always gives people a sense of security, especially at night.

After getting out of the car, Manager Sang led us into a small two-story building next to us, which looked like a restaurant.

The plaque of the restaurant looks very magnificent, hanging high, but the name is a little rustic - "Jin Zhen Hotel". It is not surprising that these names are basically based on the name of the restaurant owner himself.

On the second floor, the space is not large, there is a large round table and three or four small tables, Manager Sang found a table near the window and arranged for us to sit down. The dishes and chopsticks on the table have been arranged, and the aroma of stir-fried vegetables and liquor wafts out from the kitchen.

A middle-aged woman yawns and carries a teapot to pour us water. After being scolded by Manager Sang, he glared at him and pouted and left. I don't know the Yancheng dialect, but I also know that it's not a good word.

Manager Sang's mobile phone rang, and he said a lot, and then said sorry to us, he couldn't help it, he was going to receive the TV station, and let us eat and drink well, and even said that he didn't take care of it, and he didn't take care of it.

We were embarrassed when he said this, after all, we are not tourists, just passing by, and let a manager in charge of tourism take care of it so much, so he said you go and get busy, and cause you trouble.

As soon as Manager Sang left, Xiao Jun couldn't hold back his laughter, he said that the woman just now should be Manager Sang's mother-in-law, and his dialect translated into Mandarin is - the goods who owe sleep!

After speaking, I remembered that there was a lady He Xiaoqi in us, and suddenly made a big red face, and the atmosphere was quite embarrassing. However, He Xiaoqi has obviously experienced a lot of storms, she smiled, and turned the matter over lightly.

The tea on the table was warm, and the fat man drank it all and praised it: "It's so fragrant!" Boss, have another drink! ”

Xiao Jun and He Xiaoqi also raised their glasses and drank them one after another, both of them were amazed and delicious.

My thirsty throat was smoking, and I was about to taste it too, but the little stinky fart in the Ghost Eater card told me through my consciousness that I should not drink it, it was weird here!

I chuckled in my heart, and then I began to be dazed again.

It's not that I'm too alert, but it's strange to say that this town is lit up at night.

But since I entered the town, I have been carefully observing all the way, whether it is Manager Sang or this Jinzhen Hotel, there is no problem, and there is no smell of demons and monsters.

I carefully looked at the tea on the table again, the tea soup was golden, and the two tea leaves floating on it were scattered among each other, whether it was the fragrance, color or temperature, it was too normal. I couldn't help but laugh secretly at the little stinky fart, suspicious and suspicious.

"The dish is here, fish-flavored shredded pork, old chef cabbage!"

The middle-aged woman brought the food to the table, her Mandarin with a thick Yancheng accent, but her attitude was very enthusiastic: "The distinguished guests eat first, and there will be later!" Well...... Beer or liquor? ”

"No drink, no drink, let's drive, thank you!"

As he spoke, the fat man pounded a piece of chopsticks and fish-flavored shredded meat into his mouth, and slurred his speech: "Can you pour another cup of tea?" Big sister ......"

"Okay! Tea is coming soon! ”

The aroma of the food seduced my shriveled stomach, and watching them eat and drink together, I felt like I had been subjected to inhuman abuse.

Compared with the gobbling up of the fat man and Xiao Jun, He Xiaoqi's eating appearance is much more elegant. Seeing that I didn't get a drop of water, she put down her chopsticks and asked me, "Xiao Su, why don't you eat it?" Tastes good. ”

I was speechless and didn't know what to answer.

The dishes on the table looked normal, but the little stinky fart just wouldn't let me eat it, I don't know if she was deliberately messing around or something.

The glutinous rice dumplings in the body suddenly moved.

I looked up and saw the middle-aged woman coming out of the kitchen with a large teapot, apparently to pour us tea.

Strangely, her walking posture seemed to have become odd. With a teapot in one hand and the other behind his back, his legs were as if he had suddenly suffered from severe arthritis, and every step seemed so difficult.

The expression on her face also changed, her facial features became stiff, and under the incandescent light, she was pale and frightening, bloodless.

We were sitting at a small table by the window, and because of the position, the other three were facing away from the kitchen with their backs or sides, and I was the only one who could see the middle-aged woman with her face at the moment.

Under my watchful eye, something terrifying happened.

I saw that the woman slowly walked behind the fat man directly opposite me, and with a whoosh, pulled out a cold and shining sharp knife from behind her back, and stabbed it towards the fat man's head......