Wang Feng stood on the deck and looked into the distance, and a continent slowly entered his field of vision.

"It's going to be there soon." Shui pointed to the front and then looked at Wang Feng: "I wish you a smooth journey, a stranger." ”

Wang Feng laughed: "You also have a smooth journey." ”

When the boat is parked at the pier.

Wang Feng and Van Gogh walked off the ship with a farewell to the sailor.

There were quite a few pedestrians on the pier, but they all wrapped their faces tightly.

"Finally the place......" Wang Feng looked around, breathing fresh air all around.

"To be honest, I've been at sea for a while, and now I'm a little swaying when I walk." Van Gogh glanced at the passers-by around him and couldn't help but ask Wang Feng with some curiosity: "Why do these people wrap themselves tightly?" ”

Wang Feng looked at those pedestrians and felt a little strange: "I don't know...... Maybe it's the custom of this place! ”

Van Gogh thought for a while and felt that what Wang Feng said made some sense.

The two walked some way to the town, where there were almost no people on the road and a fishy smell emanating from everywhere.

"Let's find a place to stay!" Wang Feng looked around for a hotel.

"Hmmm......"

Van Gogh responded simply.

The buildings in the town are very quirky and look very old, giving it a very eerie feel.

Suddenly, a drunk man appeared and bumped into Wang Feng, and a strong smell of wine mixed with the stench made Wang Feng a little uncomfortable.

"Stranger...... This...... This is not where you should be...... Get out of here, or the gods won't let you go...... Belch! ”

The drunkard burped, then took a sip of his wine, pushing the two away and swaggering forward.

"How long the hell has this guy not showered?" Van Gogh covered his nose and felt the smell go straight to his head.

"Gods?" Wang Feng frowned, although he said that the other party was just a drunkard, but what he said made him have to care.

Van Gogh patted Wang Feng on the shoulder: "What the drunkard said can't be taken seriously...... It's just crazy talk. ”

Wang Feng nodded: "That's right." ”

Fortunately, the town is not very big, and it didn't take long for the two of them to find the hotel.

Wang Feng pushed open the door, and a waiter looked at the two with a smile: "What do you need?" ”

"We want to stay in the hotel...... Van Gogh took out the money and put it on the counter and talked to the waiter: "Listen to your pronunciation, you should be from London, right?" ”

The waiter's eyes lit up: "You can't be Londoners, right?" ”

Van Gogh nodded: "Yes, we came from London and want to go to Manhattan." ”

I don't know if it's because they're all strangers, but the waiter suddenly became enthusiastic.

He looked at the two and then poured them two glasses of wine: "Then I guess you will have to wait a few days......

Van Gogh and Wang Feng looked at each other.

"Why?" Wang Feng was a little puzzled.

"We don't know what's going on here, it's broken, the train doesn't pass through here, I guess you'll have to wait about a week before it opens."

Wang Feng heard what the waiter said and nodded: "So that's the case." ”

"In that case, we'll stay for about a week." Van Gogh picked up the wine and took a sip: "This wine is a bit weird!" ”

The waiter smiled: "The people here are even weirder, whether it's day or night, they cover their faces tightly." I've been here for at least three years or so, but I don't like it at all. ”

"You've been here for three years?"

The waiter glanced at Wang Feng and nodded: "When I first came to this place, there were still quite a lot of people, just a year ago, I don't know why, there were fewer and fewer people, and finally it became a dead city." Have you ever met a drunkard covered in dirt? ”

"Well, I did meet ...... just now," he said, and both of them remembered the drunkard they had just met.

Wang Feng looked at the waiter with a puzzled expression: "What's wrong with that drunkard?" ”

The waiter didn't know what to say to the two men: "This drunkard always says crazy things when he drinks, and the people in the town don't like him very much, and they have put him to death several times." ”

"Not really, right? If you don't like it, you can't put people to death! "Van Gogh didn't quite understand.

The waiter shook his head and took out a bunch of keys and put them on the table: "I don't know what to say, by the way, these guys hate strangers...... You guys have the best week in this town...... Ignore anyone. ”

"Good!"

"Thanks for reminding ......"

The two picked up the key and walked up the stairs.

The waiter sighed at the backs of the two people, and then whispered, "Good luck." ”

Wang Feng opened the door and found that the environment where the two lived was worse than expected.

"That's a bad condition, isn't it?" Wang Feng sighed helplessly, now he didn't have to choose a place to live, it was already very good.

Van Gogh didn't care so much: "This place is so much better than the sewers." ”

Wang Feng nodded and then sat on the bed: "I always feel weird, but I can't tell what's weird." ”

"Do you mean the drunkard or the town, or the waiter just now?"

Van Gogh took off his clothes and then placed his belongings on the ground.

Wang Feng shook his head: "I don't know if I feel weird. Why didn't the railroad tracks break sooner? Is it not bad to be late? But when we came, it was bad? Why did that drunk man say those things to us? ”

All this made Wang Feng feel weird.

"Maybe the rails are already broken, but they need to be repaired now, just wait a week. As for the drunken waiter, didn't he tell us about it? After drinking, there was a lot of gossip, and that's the same when I drank...... But this wine is really hard to drink. ”

When Van Gogh thought of the taste of the wine, he felt a little like vomiting, and he didn't know how the drunk man drank it.

"Another week...... Alas! ”

"There's no way around it, but I'm really curious why the people in the town have to wrap their faces tightly."

Wang Feng suddenly stood up and looked at Van Gogh with a serious face: "Could these guys be monsters?" ”

"Hahaha...... How can you think of monsters in everything? Van Gogh laughed: "You're too neurotic, too." ”

"Because the drunkard had said the word god, and from the moment he entered the town, he had a very eerie feeling. Haven't you heard of the phrase "drunken spitting the truth", maybe that guy is telling the truth? The more Wang Feng thought about it, the more wrong it became.

"That waiter hasn't happened here for three years, you must be overthinking."

Van Gogh sighed, and it was all just a coincidence.