Back on the second floor, Chenyang tried to sort out the information he had observed.

On the second floor, he saw electric lights, indicating that the world had developed into an electric age, but looking at the furnishings on the first and second floors, it was close to the medieval West.

Excluding the retro style, this is particularly conflicting.

There is also the Church and God, the two religions that clearly belong to his world, and they also appear in this plane, indicating that the two planes are not very different.

However, the owner of this shop said that he did not know that there were countries in the East, and even only knew the church and God, which was very strange.

Chenyang has learned some information so far, but more mysteries have emerged, and he may need to go out to fully understand the situation in this world.

But before going out, Chenyang is ready to wait for the sun to rise.

At this time, the window is still occupied by the night, the darkness is pure and deep, and there is no starlight in it, leaving only a waning moon dim, giving people infinite mystery and fear.

Chenyang lay on the bed to recuperate, and sat until ten minutes later, when he saw a white light appear outside the window.

That ray of light quickly spread, and in the blink of an eye, it rose into the sky, expelling the darkness from this side of the world.

Chenyang stood at the window and glanced out the window.

Under the sun's rays, the whole street is like a slum, and the roads are littered with a lot of garbage, and even the feces of domestic animals, and the overall environment is very dirty.

At this point in time, not many people go out.

Only a few people walked out of the door, tightly wrapped, and most of them wore hats or headscarves on top of their heads.

Suddenly, the roar of a motorcycle sounded in Chenyang's ears, and his eyes swept away, and a middle-aged man in a brown leather coat stopped at the door of the hotel on a motorcycle.

Chenyang noticed the pistol on his waist at a glance, the style of the pistol was very different from the pistol in Chenyang's impression, it didn't look like a modern one, or an old-century style, but had a unique sense of technology.

Chenyang watched the man walk into the inn, and his instinct told him that the man was probably the sheriff the store manager said.

Thinking of this, Chenyang couldn't help but leave the window, opened the door lightly, and came to the corner of the stairs and the first floor, and quietly listened to the conversation between the sheriff and the shopkeeper.

Hearing the shopkeeper's uncle call out the sheriff, Chenyang had already confirmed the identity of the middle-aged man.

The young sheriff seemed familiar with the place, and sat down at his usual table and ordered a breakfast.

But this time it was a little different from usual, the uncle walked out of the counter, glanced at the staircase with a wary look, and did not find Chenyang's figure.

Then he came to the sheriff's side and whispered to the sheriff what Yang had said this morning.

Chenyang was relatively far away, and even if his hearing was strengthened, he could only hear the conversation between the two intermittently.

However, listening to the tone of the two of them, the uncle was very suspicious and hostile to Chenyang, and seemed to be worried that he was a wasteland bandit in disguise.

It was a special profession similar to that of a bandit, and especially when it came to the Eastern Country that Chenyang had mentioned, he seemed to have some doubts about the credibility of his words.

When the sheriff heard this, he showed great interest, and without even eating the prepared breakfast, he asked where the shopkeeper's uncle, Chenyang, lived.

When Chenyang heard this, he turned around and walked into his room, making it look like he was staying in the room, quietly waiting for the sheriff to arrive.

It wasn't long before the faint sound of footsteps sounded in Chenyang's ears, and the sheriff seemed to be approaching the room.

Chenyang smiled and sat calmly on the edge of the bed, listening to the footsteps gradually approaching the door of the room.

The sheriff was very cautious, and he deliberately took light steps all the way closer, if it weren't for Chenyang's amazing hearing now, it would be difficult to find him approaching.

The footsteps stopped when they reached the door, and then the atmosphere became dull, and he did not open the door immediately, but prepared something at the door.

Just as Chenyang was a little helpless and was about to open the door directly to find him, there was a sudden sound of opening the door at the door.

A figure rushed in the moment the door opened, holding a silver double-muzzle pistol in his hand, pointing at Chenyang's head and walked over: "Don't move, I suspect now that you are a bandit who infiltrated the wasteland, now raise your hands for me, you bastard!"

Chenyang watched him come over with a gun, and did not respond to his words, but said to himself: "I have been waiting for you for a long time, and I have many questions waiting for you to answer."

Seeing Chenyang's posture, the sheriff's expression became serious, and the gun in his hand pointed at Chenyang's eyebrows, and shouted: "Raise your hands above your head, or I'll blow your head, garbage."

Chenyang looked at the two black muzzles, his expression did not panic in the slightest, and his hands made a gesture of lifting.

The sheriff was relieved to see that Chenyang was finally willing to cooperate, and said loudly: "That's right, you bastards always have to use guns to communicate normally."

Chenyang smiled without saying a word, and suddenly waved his hands above his head, and his right hand snatched the pistol as quickly as lightning, and then grabbed the sheriff's arm with his other hand, twisted his backhand, and pressed him to the side of the bed on his knees.

The sheriff couldn't react for a while, and by the time he did, he was already half-kneeling on the ground, half of his face pressed against the soft quilt.

"Bastard, you dare to attack the police!"

Chenyang looked at the sheriff shouting below him, sighed helplessly, pointed the gun held in his right hand at the top of his head, and said loudly: "First of all, I am not a bandit in the wasteland, the uncle downstairs misunderstood, I am really a traveler from the East."

"Secondly, I need you to answer me a few questions now, if you can't answer them, what will happen to you to those desert bandits, then I will do the same to you, understand?" Chenyang said loudly, with a bit of coldness in his tone.

In order to prevent the sheriff from being too tough, Chenyang also released a little fierce intent to give him some deterrence.

The sheriff noticed the evil intention, and a cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead, and he nodded quickly, not daring to make a move to resist.

"First of all, who rules this country, and where is the capital?" Chenyang asked aloud, if you want to join the human camp, it is essential to know this information.

"This place is under the jurisdiction of the Church and God, led by eight bishops, and the capital you are talking about should be the holy city, not far from this town." The sheriff replied hurriedly.

"And what's the case with vampires?" After Chenyang learned about it, he continued to ask.

When the sheriff heard this, he spoke a little slowly: "Vampires, vampires were eliminated by the priests a long time ago, and all the nests were cleared, and the remaining vampires were also sent to the reserve, where they were locked up and unable to leave."

Hearing this, Chenyang continued to ask, "How far is the reservation from this place?"

"There are a lot of reservations, and some of them are not far from here, and it won't take too long to go if you want to." The sheriff spoke up.

Chenyang got the information he wanted, and it was true. ”

When the sheriff saw Chenyang put down the gun, his expression looked a little weird, and he asked out loud, "Are you really not a desert bandit?"

"I've always said that I'm a traveler from the East, and I can't return for the time being, so I have to stay here." Chenyang sighed helplessly and said out loud.

After saying this, Chenyang let go of the hand that grabbed the sheriff and made him stand up again.

After he moved his muscles a little, he put the gun back in his hands, "Don't try to shoot me, it's hard for you to kill me, but it's easy for me to kill you." ”

As he spoke, Chenyang released a little evil aura to add some credibility to his words, a trick that worked for most people, and it could be said that it was tried and tested.

The sheriff saw his amazing strength, and at this time, he was so frightened again, and the only little thought he had was also retracted, and he turned around and prepared to go back to the first floor.

Chenyang looked at the sheriff who walked out of the door, followed him, walked out of the room together, and said to the sheriff, "Wait a minute."

When the sheriff heard Chenyang's words, he took a pause in his steps forward, and turned to look at Chenyang behind him, with a confused expression and some fear.

"Aren't you a sheriff, I'll go out with you after you've finished breakfast." Chenyang said aloud, with a smile on his face.