The town finally fell silent, as quiet as death.

Because the shopkeeper was the only one left in the whole town, he stood alone in front of his house, staring at the corpses all over the ground, and the smell of decay wafted in the air, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"You believe it now?" Behind him, a familiar voice came.

The shopkeeper didn't look back, he didn't even have to look to know who was talking.

"The military will soon find out about this place, since ancient times, you can't run away." Tears suddenly welled up in the shopkeeper's eyes, and his voice trembled.

"If I had been afraid, I wouldn't have done it in the first place." The person behind him walked up to the shopkeeper, and it turned out to be the beggar who had made a bet with the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper suddenly stepped forward and grabbed the beggar by the collar, and anger burst into his eyes: "Why the hell are you doing this!" ”

The beggar didn't struggle, and looked at the shopkeeper indifferently: "If I don't do this, how can you believe that there are ghosts in this world." He said, smiling, "Now that you've lost, this town is full of ghosts." ”

The shopkeeper let go of the beggar, and his whole body was paralyzed, and he lay on the ground weakly, and his tears fell into the blood-red dirt: "Why the hell are you doing this, why?" ”

"Of course it's not just because of you." The beggar glanced at the shopkeeper faintly, and walked into the distance, his figure gradually becoming transparent.

The shopkeeper didn't have to think about it at all, he raised his head weakly, the beggar turned out to be a ghost, and when he went to the door to make a bet with the shopkeeper, he was 100% sure of victory.

All the strange things that happen in this town are done by beggars, and no one knows why.

Maybe the story ends here, maybe the story has just begun, but I don't know what happened later, because grandma only talked about it at the beginning.

I never understood why she told me such a bloody story, I was too young to understand why, I just thought it was scary.

I still don't understand it, but I'm convinced that there are ghosts in this world.

I stretched and walked out of the gloomy living room, the sun was just right today, and it was warm and comfortable on my body.

Lao Hei has already prepared all the necessary luggage, and we only need to wait for An Shangwu to drive to pick it up.

"What are you thinking?" The old black patted me on the shoulder, calling me out of my stunned state and into reality.

I turned my head to look at him, "I miss the ghost." ”

"What do ghosts have to think about, they can still fall in love with you." Lao Hei smiled: "But it's not for sure, we can still meet Nie Xiaoqian on the way, and you can also stage a modern version of A Chinese Ghost Story." ”

"Nonsense." I'm too lazy to be as poor as Lao Hei: "Are you ready?" ”

Lao Hei nodded: "I'm left to buy on the street, but I'm afraid we can't leave here." ”

The police have been guarding the courtyard all the time, and they have no intention of leaving, and now it is impossible to even get out of this courtyard, let alone go shopping on the street.

Lao Hei and I squatted in the yard, watching a patch of ants carry a few leftover grains of rice back and forth.

Lao Hei stretched out his hand and pushed a grain of rice away from the ant colony: "Do you remember when we were in the tomb, we encountered the termite colony?" ”

"Of course I remember, I'm afraid it's hard to forget." I picked up the grains of rice and put them in the colony, they were hard enough, there was no need to make them so tired anymore.

Lao Hei reluctantly pushed the rice grains away again: "I think we seem to have entered a strange circle, and there is a huge conspiracy in this circle." ”

My eyes widened in surprise: "Even you can see it?" ”

Lao Hei looked disdainful: "This king is smart, if he is stupid, don't you understand?" ”

I sighed thoughtfully: "If you don't say it, I thought you were stupid." ”

"You can bury me." "You didn't think that we might be characters in the story. ”

I looked up, "What do you mean?" ”

Lao Hei wrote a crooked word "book" on the ground with his finger: "Perhaps, we are all characters in the book." ”

"You're stupid." I was stunned by his theory.

Lao Hei erased the word "book" and re-wrote "Tomb of the Gods", "Tinder", "Super Man", "Reincarnation", "Haunted", although the writing is not clear enough, but I have already understood, Lao Hei said slowly: "What kind of person can contact this level, if we are just ordinary people, how can we encounter so many strange things, how much is this like a supernatural novel!" ”

I couldn't believe it, and I didn't want to think about it: "Maybe it's because I'm the reincarnation of an ancient god that we've encountered so many strange things." ”

Lao Hei simply erased all the words on the ground: "That's it! Isn't such a strange thing as reincarnation like something that only happens in novels? ”

I looked at the sky, as if I wanted to see the man who wrote the book from the sky: "There seems to be some truth to what you said. ”

"It makes sense, it makes so much sense." Lao Hei said dissatisfiedly.

"Who do you think is the main character of this book?" I asked.

Lao Hei pointed at me: "It should be you." ”

"Me?" I thought about it, in fact, there is really nothing to think about this kind of absurd thing, but what Lao Hei said is very reasonable, and people have to reflect on it: "I didn't expect you to have this theory, I also found out before that we are indeed easy to encounter supernatural things, but I blame it on fate, of course, according to you, fate is the person who wrote the book, and we are just a symbol in the computer." ”

"Fate, but whose fate would be so frustrated, we are too comedic." The old black smiled, but stiffly.

"Actually, I have a way to know if we are characters in the book, and I can also know which of us is the main character." When I said this, I thought about the feasibility of that solution in my mind.

"What's the solution?" Lao Hei was interested.

I turned and walked towards the kitchen, took out a kitchen knife and returned to the old black.

"Wow, what do you want to do!" Old Black looked at me in surprise.

I handed the knife to Lao Hei: "Of course it's a test." ”

Lao Hei looked at the sharp kitchen knife in his hand: "You want to harm yourself!" ”

I shook my head: "You think too much, you are self-defeating, you are cutting your arteries now, if you can't die, it means that we are indeed in the book." ”

Lao Hei was so frightened that he threw the knife to the ground: "You are crazy! ”

I thought of another question and hurriedly threw the knife aside: "This is a matter that cannot be proven, so let's live well, no matter what lies ahead, we must go on." ”

"What do you mean?"

"It's not interesting."

"What does it mean?"

"It's just not interesting."

"Oh, it's so profound." The old black looked at me adoringly, as if he thought I was a psychopath, and he got up and sat down on the stool.

I also found a stool and sat down, and the two of them stopped talking and had nothing to say, because they were very tired.

It seems that An Shangwu's decision is right, we really need to go on a trip, there is no purpose, no route, a trip that says go, otherwise, if it goes on like this, Lao Hei and I will go crazy.