Luckily, I bet right, the guys at this coffee shop must have run from here.

Because under this small door is a ladder, similar to the existence of a cellar.

And it's not pitch black down there, there's a bright light.

It's a cellar for materials and equipment, with boxes and boxes of coffee beans, milk, spoons, plates, coffee cups, and many other things.

The things are neatly arranged, and the cellar is exceptionally clean, so you can see that it has been carefully arranged.

But in such an exquisite cellar, there is a bloody atmosphere!

I saw a cabinet in the cellar, the door of which was ajar, and the smell of blood seemed to come from it.

I walked over and gently pulled the door of the cabinet, and a corpse immediately fell out of it!

The corpse had been dead for a long time, and the blood on its body had long since dried up.

He was dressed as a waiter, and at first glance he looked like a café outfit.

I was shocked, not only this corpse, but also two corpses in that cabinet!

Because I don't know how long these three people have been dead, the corpses have long been stiff, and it makes people unbearable to look at, making people feel cold hands and feet.

This terrifying scene startled both Su Ze and me.

"Who the hell did that?"

Su Ze gritted his teeth and said, "It's too cruel." ”

I said almost without emotion: "They did it, they killed the clerk of this coffee shop early, I said how do I think it's a little strange, it turns out that that day, she just came to explore the bottom, today is the real joint, these three days, they killed people, hid the corpse here, laid out for a long time in advance, but our sudden appearance disrupted their plans." ”

My palms were clenched tightly, these three gringos were just substitutes.

"Let's go!"

Pointing to the cacophony of footsteps and shouts overhead, I walked to another door in the cellar.

Another door in the cellar was pushed open, and there was a not-so-long passage, and at the foot was a conveyor belt, which was supposed to transport boxes and goods, and the design was very high-end.

There is a switch on the wall, pull it up and down, I tried it a few times, and found that the conveyor belt can be forwards and backwards, of course, this speed is very slow, not as fast as we can run.

I directly twisted the switch, and then ran outside with Su Ze.

Soon, running to the opposite side, there is a large semicircular warehouse.

A small café, with such a huge layout underneath, is really impressive.

But there was nothing in the warehouse, and there were several machines in the huge warehouse, and I don't know what they were doing.

We are in a high platform, which is supposed to be used for unloading cars.

The two of us went down the platform and opened the door of the warehouse, behind which was a paved concrete floor, and then a dirt road was horizontal.

Because the dirt road was straight, there was no jungle on either side to hide, so we looked over and could see a car that had just disappeared in front of us.

I already knew that I couldn't catch up with them, otherwise I wouldn't have stayed in the cellar for a while, but at this time, seeing that the other party actually left in a hurry, I was still a little lonely.

"Brother Ning, what should I do?"

Su Ze looked at me a little anxiously.

I spread my hands: "What can I do, get out of here first, find a safe place." ”

……

Two days later, Suze and I went to the second place in the booklet, the small town of Svapa.

I found this part of Vietnam to be very poor, and this Swapa, which is poorer than any of the other places I've seen before.

Elsewhere, I can occasionally see houses made of bricks, but here, all I can see is wooden houses.

Moreover, the particularly old wooden houses are like a random place to shelter from the wind and rain, but these wooden houses cannot shelter from the wind or rain.

I don't know how many years of black wooden planks with gaps everywhere have been exposed to the wind and sun, scattered on the hills in the fields, but the whole town is full of such wooden houses, and it seems that the residents who live here have come to life in this way.

There are no streets, no business districts, not even basic grocery stores.

The only thing that exists is a dilapidated wooden house at the entrance to the town, selling some very simple daily necessities.

Like salt and chunks of soap, and drugs.

That's right, it's drugs, and the people here seem to be poor and can't eat anymore, and they are all skinny, but everyone is extremely obsessed with drugs.

The expensive drug use is even more important to the locals than food, so much so that the sale of this thing has become public.

Of course, it doesn't mean that everyone likes this thing, and normal people still have it, at least the family where Su Ze and I live is not good.

For only ten dollars, we were treated like the best house in their house, and although it looked so basic, it didn't rain when it rained.

This is a very comfortable treatment in rainy Vietnam.

It's been two days since we arrived in Swapa, and in the past two days, Suze has learned a lot about it, such as the recent disappearances and hauntings.

Speaking of hauntings, I'm still a little uncomfortable dealing with ghosts, because I haven't seen foreign ghosts before, so I'm also a little curious.

We live in a family of two adults, a boy and a woman, and five children, the oldest is seven years old and the youngest is less than a year old.

The couple were hardworking, and they were the richest people in the town except for the little wooden shop.

The man's name is Paco, and the woman's name is Nala.

Because of Paco's natural rejection of drugs, this small family is full of longing and yearning for a future life.

Paco has a large piece of land, which is said to have been left by his ancestors, and the harvest has been very good, and the family depends on this large piece of land for survival.

Because in this place, the harvest of three crops a year is still very pleasant, except for some places that are used to grow vegetables, the rest of the land is full of natural bananas.

It's almost all a business, and every year there are special people outside to harvest bananas, and Paco relies on selling these bananas cheaply to make money.

In fact, the price of these bananas is already very low here, and it seems to me that the money from selling such a large field of bananas is barely enough to live, but Paco is like a treasure, and the banana dealers also make a high difference from this cheap thing.

Of course, the lower price is sky-high for Paco, because no one wants it if it is not sold, even if it is stolen by those who can't eat, it doesn't matter, after all, eating too much of this food is more uncomfortable than being hungry.

Paco had been approached with the idea of buying the banana plot, but the clever Paco had rejected the offer.

At the end of the day, Paco would sit under the eaves and curse the damn life and brag to us about what he had seen and heard, and the haunted talk that I had been here for the two days I had lived here with Suze had come from Paco's mouth.