On the way to Zhao's hometown, Zuo Dao kept holding the hand of the smiling girl, and the other party seemed to have completely calmed down, but he turned his head to look at Zuo Dao from time to time, with a certain complex color in his eyes. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

At the same time, along the way, through the conversations of other people, Sado also learned some information.

Zhao Lao is an old man who is already ninety years old, and he also brought the rumors of demons to this small street, it is said that he has experienced demon hunting in other places and successfully survived, but that was more than seventy years ago.

His house was Room 12, and it was the one that Sado knocked on the door before and no one answered, but according to them, that house was the largest in the street.

Then there was a discussion about the old woman with the spiritual character written on the mask in room 11, she is the wife of the rice shop owner, and she often helps people do some rituals.

The street was not long, and soon the group came to the front of room 12.

The slitted man glanced at the angry man on the side, the angry man nodded, walked to the door and took a deep breath, and then smashed the door with his fist like a robber coming, and yelled in his mouth: "Old Zhao! It's open! Zhao Lao! Open the door! ”

"It's not that no one is there, but that you have to rely on volume to win......"

Su Qin, who had not spoken just now, spit out a sentence faintly, which could be regarded as expressing the strange feeling in his heart.

That's right, it's a strange feeling, but it's not because of this nightmare, but because of the fact that Zuo Dao really made her more and more confused, it turned out that she didn't find that this guy actually had the label of acting, and the scene where she just comforted the smiling girl Su Qin himself was a little moved when he saw it inside.

But it was this gentle and comforting guy who was saying something in an excited tone a few minutes ago that he was afraid that the world would not be chaotic: "It's suspicion, it's really a good scene", listening to that sentence, Su Qin could imagine that this guy's glasses were reflecting white light, and a trace of a terrifying smile appeared on his poker face, which had not changed for thousands of years......

And then in the next second, this guy who looks like he ****** a neurotic guy actually warmed up in an instant!?

The abnormal contrast, coupled with the fact that you can't ask, and you won't pay attention to you if you ask, makes Su Qin really can't squirt out a mouthful of old blood in his chest......

"Ahem, who's it?"

After half a minute, an old voice that was definitely enough to represent the old man came from inside the door, and then the door was slowly opened.

An old man dressed in ancient costumes and holding a crutch in his right hand appeared in front of everyone, and his mask was actually a smiling baby face, with a gray bun on the top of his head, and a long beard of the same color under the mask, which felt really cool......

"Ahem, what, so many people?"

Zhao Lao coughed, slowly turned his head and looked at the people around him, and then said slowly.

Several people on the street looked at each other, and finally the man with a mouth stepped forward and said, "Old Zhao, the devil is coming"

"What...... Is it? ”

Zhao Laoyi tilted his head to look at the slitted man, and his tone changed significantly.

"From room 14 onwards, the street was blocked by an invisible barrier, and the wall couldn't be climbed, and Mako died."

The man with the mouth slit explained simply and clearly.

“…… Mako? ”

Zhao Lao was silent for a moment and repeated suspiciously.

"It's Mako who lives in Building No. 2, and his father is Li Tian, and now he's working outside."

The slitted man explained.

"Oh......" Zhao Lao was silent again, raised his eyes and glanced at everyone and said, "Come in, it's still daylight, there's still time"

As he spoke, Zhao Lao turned around and walked around with crutches, and everyone on the street also followed when he saw this.

It's similar to the feeling of watching from the outside, the front yard is not big, and it's the same as the blue bird's mother-in-law's house, but when Zuo Dao followed a few people into Zhao Lao's room, he suddenly understood the sentence 'Zhao's family is the biggest, enough for us to discuss it together'.

In this slightly magical nightmare, it seems that there is also a spatial element, not only can a pond be placed in the backyard of Granny Blue Bird, but even the place of No. 12, which looks as big as other houses, is actually different when entering the door.

At present, the visible area on the first floor alone is more than twice that of Granny Bluebird's house, and the hall on the right side alone is almost as big as Granny Bluebird's entire house, not to mention that you can see the stairs to the second floor from the left side of the corridor, which seems to be a two-story building.

"Just sit down"

Zhao Lao said a word, and slowly walked to the chair in the center of the living room and sat down under the support of the sewing man, this living room doesn't know if it is specially designed, it is very much like a conference room, a wooden chair in the middle, a row of wooden chairs and a coffee table on each side, and a stall on the ground, but the word hanging behind Zhao Lao is really a bit of a change in painting style.

People in their nineties actually have a 'righteousness' behind them, as if they were some kind of gang party.

Everyone sat down, Sado and the smiling woman sat in the last position on the left, the angry-faced man sat with the sad-faced woman, the rice shop owner sat with the nerdy woman from the grocery store, the couple in room 14, the sewn-mouthed man and the fox-faced woman sat together, and the rest were the talkative woman and the white mask uncle who sat separately on both sides.

Together with Sado and the Smiling Woman, there were a total of thirteen people in the entire hall, Granny Blue Bird, the red-lip mask of unknown men and women, and the wife of the old man in the rice shop, Granny Lingmian, were not here.

Seeing that everyone was already seated, the baby-faced old man said loudly: "It's been more than seventy years, but I didn't expect that there would be a chance to meet the demon hunting in this life."

"Old Zhao, how did you escape at that time?"

The sewing man asked.

"Ahem, so far, I won't hide it from the old man" The baby-faced old man looked around, and then fell into memory: "At that time, the place where the demon hunted was still a large block, and there were more than thirty people living in the street, and the demon blocked the block, killing one person every night, and on the fourth day, everyone gathered, just like ...... We're the same now."

Speaking of this, everyone couldn't help but slow down their breathing, and listened carefully to Zhao Lao continued: "I was only twelve or thirteen years old at the time, but I was very anxious, the person who presided over the party was a middle-aged man, he told us about the legend of the demon, and explained that if we want to escape, we must find the demon, and then kill him during the day, otherwise the people in the block will be killed one by one, and he suggested that everyone live together, so that someone will know what is going on at night." ”

And then ...... That night, the host died, alone in the toilet," the baby-faced old man chuckled when he said this: "Everyone was huddled together, but no one found out when he died, and there was no sound"

"People began to panic and start to suspect each other, but the death continued, one day a day, one day a day, and then the first victim appeared" The baby-faced old man's voice was a little lower: "It was a scoundrel, he didn't have a good relationship with everyone in the street, so he was chosen to hang himself in the daytime"

Zhao Lao paused, as if he was giving the people in the hall who were looking at each other time to digest.

That night the demons continued to kill people, and then another was chosen to be killed, one by one, and another, until later, in a state of panic, the people lost their minds and blamed each other, and then a great scuffle broke out...... I was hiding in a cupboard, and my parents were killed in that scuffle, and they didn't stop until there were only five or six people left in the room, and then they ...... The barrier was opened."

Elder Zhao let out a long sigh, and the atmosphere in the room gradually became heavier, and the people wearing masks looked at each other carefully, and suspicion and anxiety had spread.

"Got it? Killing demons must be carried out during the day, once it is night, no one can resist the killing of demons, but there were more than thirty people in the neighborhood at that time, but in the end, only five or six people survived, is it really the demons themselves who killed them? No, it was panic that killed them! It's panic without order! Zhao Lao accentuated his tone at this time: "This time, I don't want to have the scuffle of the year, now there are only a dozen of us here, we all live together, there will always be clues, this time ......"

"We must choose the demons in the daytime fairly and prudently, and we must not let the panic brought by the demons destroy everyone!" Zhao Lao slammed the floor with his cane: "Even if I die tonight, I hope you can choose the next host, and then carefully verify each other!" ”