By the window on the third floor, Zhang Zimin was looking out the window.

This is different from the hidden wailing of zombies in the city, only the meaning of the empty mangosteen language, it seems very empty and quiet, assuming it is not some events that make people's scalp tingle, this is definitely a good place.

Although it is not a paradise in the apocalypse. But it is indeed a good environment for Wen Qing to bask in the sun and be in a daze.

The premise is: have one or more trustworthy friends around. And it can't be a rather weird woman!

"She's really weird."

Now she is standing behind her and looking at Zhang Zimin curiously, so Zhang Zimin holds this view.

I can't relax if I want to, and I can't do anything with her. You can't hang her up and beat her because she's weird, right? This point happens to be the difference between Zhang Zimin and this place, and even the source of strength to move forward.

The evening sun is getting more and more slanting, and the sun is almost setting.

The strange mother-in-law said behind Zhang Zimin: "Do you think this place is very beautiful?" ”

Zhang Zimin looked back at her in horror, "You're not sick in the brain, are you?" Why do you think this place is beautiful?"

Zhang Zimin was deliberately rude, in order to see how she reacted to the word "brain disease"?

Assuming that she, or her son, was insane, she might have reacted to this sentence in particular.

However, she didn't show much expression, and walked to the window together, and pointed to a wilderness in the distance: "If you come at the turn of spring and summer, you can see from this position that the place is full of trees and red." But now they are empty because of the fall of flowers. The winter and spring breezes are big, and they will also look bleak and rolling with the wind. ”

Zhang Zimin is very sure that she is really sick in the brain, because she is chanting poetry on this silent hill of the end of the world, and the sun is about to set. No matter how young you are, you can't get to this point.

But you can't hang her up and smoke for this, it's a little frustrating, I don't know what to do?

Zhang Zimin stopped staying at the window, walked away and sat down next to her, and then she began to close the window and close the three layers of curtains to cover it.

Looking at his actions, Nie Feng is a bold and daring existence. Now Zhang Zimin can't help but think, if it were him, what would he do when he faced this strange mother-in-law?

In addition to a little poetic accident, this mother-in-law also has a bit of Jianghu emotion, looking like she had met before, she didn't ask Zhang Zimin anything, found a small candle and lit it at the table, and then sat opposite Zhang Zimin in the faint light.

But she also looked preoccupied.

"You seem like you've been living in this place for a long time?"

Zhang Zimin began to lead the conversation, wanting to see if she would lie about it.

If you change to Xiaolei or Tang Li, you may ask "What do you want to hear from me"?

However, the woman's answer was very strange: "I used to be a tour guide...... I like to walk around, I am always very busy during the tourist season, I can't take care of my family, my son throws it to the two neighbor old people on the other side of the door, and gives three thousand yuan to the two old people every month. ”

"So what?" Zhang Zimin was a little confused.

"So for a while, my son was a stranger to me, and he regarded the old couple's house as his home, even when I went back occasionally, he would play with me and say, 'I'm going home to eat,' or 'I'm going home to sleep, Mom, see you tomorrow.'"

She whispered.

Zhang Zimin frowned.

She continued: "Do you know how a mother feels when she hears her son say this? ”

"I don't know, I've never been a mother. And then what? Zhang Zimin was curious about her.

She looked up at the ceiling with a look of reminiscence: "Later, for a while, even in the off-season of tourism, I rarely went home, and I had no fixed place to live, so I rented a house outside. With a utilitarian heart, I pitted two rookie men, but later, I planted it in the hands of a bearded scumbag, and after the money was cheated out, I had to go home. ”

"When I got home, I took my son over and took care of it myself, and he rejected me very much, and it affected him very, very much, but I couldn't help it, because I didn't have the money to continue paying for my son's custody. You can only get it yourself. ”

This was her last remark, and she didn't look like she was going to speak.

Zhang Zimin's expression became strange, "I'm afraid there will be a reversal?" Is there a twist that ordinary people can't guess? ”

She glanced at Zhang Zimin, thought for a while, and said, "Yes." The old couple seemed to have feelings for my son, and proposed to continue to lead my son, saying that the child could not eat much, and it was free. ”

Zhang Zimin hesitated and said: "Let me guess, the old couple has no queen, and they are not young." So you have a utilitarian heart again, and let your son cage them, and you think that it may be: where the old couple will belong to the house in the future? ”

She actually smiled and asked, "You're really right, am I a scumbag?" ”

Zhang Zimin tilted his head and thought about it, "It's a bit scum, but so far at least I think you're a normal person and not a psychopath." ”

She looked at Zhang Zimin for a long time.

Yes, it just so happens that she is more utilitarian, and she is not considered by Zhang Zimin to be mentally ill.

However, it is not surprising that she raised her son like that and raised a troubled teenager. In addition, she is not a local and lives in this place, and now Zhang Zimin is sure that her son really had an accident, and he was forcibly treated in the psychiatric hospital where the back wall collapsed before the catastrophe.

Now the question is: is she the mother of one of the thirteen demons.

If so, how?

Then the communication was temporarily stopped, and Zhang Zimin was not in a hurry to ask about some things, and tried to observe them by himself.

Even if it's time, there should not even be any light outside, and it's completely dark.

The mother-in-law got up and left, and when she came back, she brought two bottles of canned fruit and asked Zhang Zimin, "Do you want peach flavor or peach flavor."

Is there a choice?

I took a cherry-flavored one and confirmed that it had not been opened. Zhang Zimin quickly opened it and ate it.

She also asked Zhang Zimin if he wanted wine, saying that it was home-brewed local wine.

"I don't drink." Zhang Zimin shook his head.

So she poured it herself and drank it herself.

While eating the canned food, Zhang Zimin's foot was touched by her under the table.

Not sure whether it was intentional or unintentional, Zhang Zimin simply asked directly: "Do you want to see how terrifying my reaction to the touch is?" In order to judge me as a man? ”

She didn't answer, while eating canned food, she sometimes drank a sip of Lao Baigan, and the amount of each bite was quite a lot. Showing her big strip of alcohol, maybe the stimulus that caused her to use alcohol to numb herself?

The smell of wine is indeed the local wine of this place, and there used to be such wine in Misha's house.

And Misha's house happens to be next door here, very close.

"By the way, aren't you afraid that you came to such a place alone, sitting and drinking with me like this?"

She suddenly looked curious, and her face looked even more strange under the support of the candlelight.

Zhang Zimin looked at her and said, "No matter how brave you are, it must be false to say that you are not afraid." But the fear in the heart is never the point, the focus is on what kind of person people choose to be when they are faced with stress and fear? The reason why I sit and talk with a drunkard girl in this hellish place is because there is a pond a mile away, and there is a pond of unjust souls in it, do you know this? “

She had a somewhat discolored expression, and subconsciously glanced sideways at the direction of the window, as if she knew that she couldn't see it and wanted to know if there was something outside the window.

The small candle that was close at hand, the yellowish faint light flickered, and it felt like it was swaying in the cold wind. But it wasn't because of the cold wind at Silent Hill, but because of her slightly heavy breathing.

Frankly speaking, with her demeanor, the flickering candle almost scared Zhang Zimin to jump.

Whether humans or animals, the source of fear is the unknown, not knowing what to expect. But you can't do anything about it.

After being silent for a while, she said: "I also found out, there is something strange about that pond, I just ...... I don't know who did it. ”

"Should I believe your words?" Zhang Zimin asked curiously.

"Did I convince you?" She was a little upset, "I let you stay here and give you canned food because you are a rescue team." But that doesn't mean I'm going to cooperate with you. ”

Zhang Zimin breathed a sigh of relief, "You are finally a bit of a normal person." ”

She pouted, "Few people say I'm normal." ”

Zhang Zimin also frowned, "Few people talk like you." ”

She leaned closer and said in a lower voice, "When you were patrolling the streets before, you saw the east side next to me, is the steel door of the house deformed?" ”

Zhang Zimin nodded, "I found it, I've seen all the details that should be seen." ”

She added, "Then have you noticed that there is a crooked-necked tree in front of that deformed steel door?" ”

Zhang Zimin frowned, this is indeed there. And what she was referring to was actually Misha's house.

Zhang Zimin froze for a moment and asked, "Are you like a tour guide to scare tourists so that they can interact?" ”

She shook her head and said, "No, I'm just stating a phenomenon." I suspect that all the weirdness of this place is connected. ”

wanted to reproach her for her mouth, but when the words came to her mouth, Zhang Zimin endured it again.

To a certain extent, she has some truth in what she said. She is not from here, in fact, she has traveled everywhere and seen a lot of people and things, this kind of person is not easy to have mental illness, and people who are blocked and do not have contact with people are the hardest hit areas of this kind of disease.

You might as well understand her words as: The original aborigines of this relatively xenophobic and secluded small place are a group of relatively feudal superstitions?

It makes sense to follow her words.

Could it be...... A cult-minded feng shui bureau or sacrifice?

That crooked-necked tree, coupled with the cataclysmic environment, was regarded as some kind of enlightenment by some extremely mental madness, which led to the pond incident?!

What exactly is the situation cannot be relied on guessing, it needs to be investigated. That's what it's meant to stay.

The more stressed and frightened this purpose is, the more an element in the body begins to diverge, not a real power, but like the origin of a certain power?

It's a weird feeling.