There is a withered plane tree on the street of Sycamore Street, and the huge wreckage can be vaguely seen in its original style.

It is said that there was originally a temple of the Hill tribe under this plane tree, but after the establishment of the city of Quil, the temple was demolished and the plane tree withered.

The Güell City Administration Hall later built a small flower bed here to surround the dead torso of the plane tree, which is a small attraction.

Skirting the flower beds of the plane trees is a narrow street for only one horse-drawn carriage.

Densely packed with dilapidated shops, the walls are painted with strange paintings, white skulls can be seen everywhere, and fancy door curtains can be seen everywhere.

However, most of these seemingly ancient indigenous customs are counterfeit merchants.

The local Hill indigenous culture has been almost destroyed, and what is left now is just to satisfy the public's curiosity.

The carriage stopped on the street, and after Thor walked into Sycamore Street, what he saw and heard was somewhat emotional.

The fate of the local Hill people is very similar to that of the Indians of North America in the previous life.

I was in no mood to visit for a while, but I saw a shop with a bow and arrow sign hanging at the door, so I went straight in.

However, a few minutes later, Thor came out.

The shop sells no bows and arrows at all, but handicrafts made from the bones of hunted beasts, very crude handicrafts.

Wutong Street is not big, and if you go around, it takes ten minutes to go back and forth, and Thor has not found a shop that sells bows and arrows.

"Huh?"

Just as Thor was about to leave, a small shop suddenly appeared in his sight.

It's like a nail salon on the pedestrian street in the previous life, in the corner, with a small door and a small window.

Through the stained glass window, a longbow can be faintly seen.

There is no text on the shop's sign, only a strange pattern that looks like two small snakes opening their mouths to bite each other's tails, twisting into a semi-enclosed ring.

Could it be some kind of monument totem of the Hill natives?

Compared to other shops with exaggerated names such as "Hill Treasure Shop" and "A Conscience Shop from a Forgotten Secret Realm", this small shop is obviously much more thoughtful.

Thor bent slightly to push open the narrow door, and there was a crisp sound of metal striking from behind the door.

The shop is really small, less than two meters wide, and you can walk to the end in a dozen steps.

The light was dim, and when the door was closed, only a little sunlight came in from the glass window behind it, and there was no light in the store.

"Welcome, what does the gentleman need?"

His eyes had just adjusted to the sudden dimness, and a hoarse voice suddenly sounded in front of him, as if at the end of the darkness.

It is like seeing in the hospital in the previous life, an old man who is seriously ill, his body is dry, and he is about to die.

Thor felt an inexplicable coldness, took a step back meaninglessly, "bang", and slammed his body against the small door behind him.

The muffled sound was like thunder in this silent and dim space.

Suddenly, the sound at the end was gone.

The fire flickered, and a kerosene lamp appeared in front of Thor's eyes, and a withered human face slipped through the light and reached out to Thor.

Bark-like folds, sunken eye sockets, miserable white eyeballs, this is a lifeless face.

"What do you want, sir?" said a hoarse voice from the swarthy teeth.

Behind his right hand, Thor pressed the doorknob and took a deep breath.

"I want to see if you have a bow to sell?" he said, gesturing to the longbow hanging behind the door.

"Ahem, ahem, sir has a good eye, this bow has a very long history, it was once the weapon of the seventh king of the Hill clan, and it is said that it has mysterious powers. ”

The old man's laughter was as harsh as the sound of sand rubbing against glass, but fortunately he laughed twice.

"Twice" is not a description, but the number of laughs, and before that, Saul had never known that someone's laughter could be measured, like a set machine.

Compared with the old man's weird laughter, his sales pitch level is boring and ordinary.

The owner of the bone shop that Thor had just entered said that his goods possessed the totemic power of the Hill clan.

"How much?"

"30,000 Aujin, a very good price, maybe you are the chosen child of destiny, sir, this legendary bow will exert mysterious power in your hands......"

"Thanks, it's too expensive, I can't afford it, goodbye. ”

Before the words fell, the sound of metal striking sounded, and when the door opened, Thor almost fled, and when he went out of the door, his palms were sweaty.

Weird, that's the feeling that haunts Thor's heart, the weird shop, the weird shopkeeper.

Thor walked out of the street without looking back, until he got into the carriage and left the streets of Wutong, and then sat down on his seat and breathed a sigh of relief.

"In my previous life, when I traveled to Tibet, Egypt, and South Asia, I saw a lot of strange things, but I was never afraid, could it be that I came to the new world and became less courageous?"

Half an hour later, the carriage passed through the southern district of Güell to the violet neighborhood of the eastern side, where he placed Thor in front of a small two-story villa.

There is a courtyard in front of the cottage, and the family name "Hayworms" hangs on the door of the courtyard.

This is Saul's house, and the lawn in the yard hasn't been cleaned for a long time.

As soon as he entered the house, a fat dark-skinned maid greeted him and greeted Thor.

"The young master came back, and the old lady handed a letter to the family, saying that she was going to arrange a rehearsal for a new play in the theater, and she would not come back to have dinner with the young master. ”

This is the only maid left in the Hayworms family, who is also a housekeeper and head cook.

Seven days later, Thor had only seen the Hayworms once.

They are preparing a new play, hoping that this play will make the business of the theater at home better and turn the economy around, so they are very busy.

But Saul didn't like that play, because it was just another old-fashioned fairy tale of knights and princesses.

Although the Hayworms found a more beautiful heroine.

"Just give me bread and fried eggs at night, no lettuce salad!

Lettuce salad is a large pot of raw lettuce leaves with something sweet, stirred to make it a dish;

Hongying Milk Tea is neither milk nor tea, but a viscous, red-red liquid drink!

Thor ate it for the first time and almost threw up.

The fat maid obviously couldn't understand Thor's taste preferences, these two dishes were the "home cooking" of the people of Quill City, but she still agreed obediently.

It was still early, and the maid went to do the other chores first, while Thor went upstairs with his bag.

"Why do you feel more and more tired?"

On the second floor, there were more than a dozen steps, and when he went upstairs, Thor began to gasp, as if he was carrying a heavy load on his body, and his back was unconsciously bent down.

"Whew, no, I'm sleepy. ”

When he entered the bedroom, Thor couldn't open his eyelids, and walked crookedly to the side of the bed, and fell down in a daze, and his consciousness quickly sank into darkness.

Between the bedroom door and the bedside, there is a mirror hanging on the wall.

When Thor walked to the side of the bed in a daze, he didn't notice that in the mirror, there was a terrifying figure lying on his back!

The flat head, the huge bulging eyes, the stubby limbs grabbed Thor's shoulders, and the green pimples were covered in green, and a long, thick tail was wrapped around Thor's waist.

The moment Thor lost consciousness, the terrifying figure jerked its head, puffed out its wrinkled cheeks, and howled silently.

The void suddenly seemed to be thrown into a pebble lake, rippling in circles.

The black tongue flung out like lightning, and then curled, and the upper and lower jaws closed, swallowing Thor's head.

......

The streets of Sycamore suddenly became lively, because the patrol officers fenced off a corner.

Witches wrapped in colorful sheets, scar-faced men with skulls, long-haired men with weird makeup, all kinds of weirdos come out and dance around.

It's all the shopkeepers.

"Why are the police here? Are they here to crack down on counterfeiters?"

"Idiot, if you fight fakes, you won't run away? A small shop suddenly collapsed. You said that this shopkeeper is really fighting, and you don't have to be so real to be old, and the beams have been replaced with rotten wood, hehe. ”

"I see, then what's so good, walk away. Hey, why aren't you leaving?"

"Let's go, you're an idiot, of course to see if there's anything cheap to catch. ”

An old-looking sheriff pushed through the crowd and into the collapsed ruins, where several young patrolmen hurried to catch up.

"Sheriff Carter, you came here and thought you were dealing with an explosion. ”

A red-haired, freckled young patrolman looked at the visitor in awe, glancing at the gleaming revolver at his waist out of the corner of his eye.

Sergeant Carter is in his thirties, with many forehead and crow's feet, and an older complexion, and is one of the vigilantes in the southern district of Quill City.

The neighborhood around Gangcheng Avenue is his jurisdiction, and it is awe-inspiring in terms of force and intelligence.

Lifting the armed belt around his waist and rubbing the holster with one hand, Sergeant Carter said casually:

"The serial bombing case will not be dealt with for a while, but I heard that there is a situation here, so I came over to take a look. ”

The red-haired patrol officer said nonchalantly: "It's not a big case, the house collapsed due to disrepair." ”

"It may be that the beams of the house were eaten by insects and ants, but fortunately, the shopkeeper was not there and there were no casualties. ”

"What about the shopkeeper?" asked Sheriff Carter.

"Uh, still in contact. ”

"What is this?" Sheriff Carter's face suddenly changed, and he crouched down in front of the ruins.

The red-haired little patrol officer hurriedly pulled the thing out of the ruins, slapped it a few times, wiped off the dust, and said in surprise: "It's a puppet!"

"This doll really looks like it, but it's an old man, aren't the usual dolls young and beautiful, this doll looks older than the plane tree on the street. ”

Sergeant Carter didn't pay attention to the little patrolman, his expression was grim, and his brows were squeezed into a pimple: "Damn, trouble is coming, it's really not peaceful lately!"

Soon, Sheriff Carter stood up, pulled the red-haired little patrolman in front of him, and ordered in a low voice, "Go immediately and investigate who entered this shop before this, go now!"

"What about the shopkeeper?"

"There is no shopkeeper!"