Although he learned about the "acting method", Zhang Huaisheng was at a loss for a while, including which way to play.

"There's no one to lead the way, and it's really hard for me to figure it out on my own."

"It would be nice to join an extraordinary organization, but the only organization I know of that has a transcendent is the Scottish Regional Defence Council."

"It's just that in my opinion, they are already grasshoppers after the autumn, and they can't jump for a few days, and I join in now, isn't it equivalent to 49 years of defection?"

"Moreover, although the British have begun to decline now, they are still the number one power in the world, and as long as they do not return to China, they will basically not be affected if they are wanted by Donghua."

"But the British are different, their power is all over Europe, the United States, Asia, Africa, Australia, except for Antarctica, all seven continents are occupied, although they may not notice a small role like me, but it is better to be careful, there is no need to cause this kind of trouble for yourself."

Zhang Huaisheng thought for a moment, but he still planned to try to extract some more secrets involving the extraordinary from Killian.

Halfway through writing, the gaslight suddenly went out.

Zhang Huaisheng was stunned for a moment, and then realized that it should be because the landlady was also arrested by the Gaeles, so the "gas and water bills" she promised to be waived naturally did not count.

Because the landlord needs to pay that money.

Zhang Huaisheng sighed, put the pen back on the pen holder, and pressed each written manuscript paper with a heavy object, not only to prevent the manuscript paper from being blown away by the wind, but also to avoid the ink from fainting and polluting the handwriting.

Although only his own room was the gas off, he could write when he went to someone else's house, but there was no one in it anyway.

But he recently feels that he stays up too often and his work and rest are out of order, so it's better to rest early tonight, recuperate, and write again tomorrow.

Not long after lying down here, there was a sudden sound of a carriage clattering downstairs in the apartment.

The sound grew closer, then disappeared downstairs.

This was followed by a whispered conversation.

The voice was very quiet, but Zhang Huaisheng found that as long as he listened attentively, he could still hear it clearly, as if he had installed a bugging device next to the talker.

Zhang Huaisheng lifted a corner curtain and looked down.

Downstairs, a group of rebels were carrying sacks from a wagon under the command of an officer in a British uniform with a Scottish blue and white flag pinned to his cuffs.

"Quickly unload the grain and move it all to this building, move quickly."

The officer crossed his waist and watched his men carry the sacks.

The henchman next to him muttered in a low voice: "The god of hunting is above, how did the leader know about our reselling of grain?" Isn't the top and bottom already dotted? ”

The officer scolded angrily: "Who knows which villain who can't see us get rich is informing? ”

"Are we going to put this business on hold for now?"

"Stop? Stop farting! ”

The officer scolded: "You don't want to think about how much you lose if you stop for a day? I'm telling you, even if we want to stop, the people above won't agree. ”

The people above?

The henchman's face changed slightly: "Then what if we are exposed?" ”

"That's right, that's what you think, the people above may not be fine, and we will definitely be handed over as scapegoats."

The officer's tone became much harsher: "So be vigilant, you don't want to be hanged on the street lamp with those Ansar bandits." ”

A feeling of being watched suddenly appeared in the officer's heart.

"Who, who's there?"

He pulled out his gun and walked into the dark hallway.

The rebels behind him also stopped what they were doing and gathered with weapons, but they searched carefully and still found nothing.

"Boss, are you nervous too tight, you heard it wrong?"

The officer frowned: "Don't talk nonsense, Lao Tzu survived with this instinct when he was on the battlefield, and someone must have been there just now." ”

"But we didn't see anything."

"If someone had just been there, he wouldn't have had wings, and he wouldn't have been able to fly away."

The officer's face was a little unbearable, he waved his hand, and said, "Continue to work first, pay attention to the movements around you, and don't let your guard down." ”

"I'm so hungry."

A low whisper suddenly sounded in people's ears.

Immediately after, there was a bang.

The sound was not loud, but in the silence of the long street, it was extremely harsh.

Everyone hurriedly followed the sound to look, but found that it was actually a doll with a child trampled to shreds, and a small piece of cotton wool on the doll's belly was torn out.

One of its eyes was also buttoned off, and the other was made of buttons, staring at the crowd present.

A chill quickly rose from behind everyone's spine.

"You... Did you all hear that? ”

Everyone nodded in unison.

"Did someone just say they were hungry?"

Gollum –

Everyone swallowed in unison, which meant that they had heard it right, that voice did exist.

"It's... It's a ghost! ”

"It's those starving ghosts who have come to us for their lives."

"It's none of our business, it's all ordered to do it by the people above, there are so many of us, and the Communist Party has only taken a tenth of it, if you want to find it, go to them."

Some people were so frightened that they trembled, and their voices were full of tears.

Don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door.

This is true even in other countries.

As low-level soldiers, although they also get the benefits from above, it doesn't mean that they can't distinguish between good and evil, right and wrong.

"Don't talk nonsense, the god of steam is on top, there are no ghosts in this world at all, someone must be pretending to be a ghost and pulling him out!"

The officer's voice was still calm, but his hand holding the gun was obviously trembling, he was also afraid, but he knew that he must not show the slightest fear now, and once he panicked, the army's heart immediately dispersed.

"I'm so hungry, why can't my mother buy food?"

The whisper sounded again.

The officer felt a cold hand suddenly slap on his back, and he quickly looked back, but still didn't notice anything.

At this moment, even he couldn't maintain the least composure, and said tremblingly: "Just... Who was filming me just now, wasn't it you? ”

Everyone stared at him with fear on their faces.

The henchman said: "Just now we were all staring at the front, not paying attention to the back. ”

"Boss, why don't we run, everyone in this building is said to have been imprisoned in a concentration camp, and the ghosts who starved to death inside must have come back to ask for their lives."

The officer gritted his teeth and said, "Do you think I don't want to run, but this grain is left here, and if someone finds it tomorrow, we will all have to hang street lights!" ”

The henchman whispered: "Boss, I used to raise horses for the nobles, I will repair the wheels of the carriage, and when the wheels are repaired, wouldn't it be good for us to store grain in another place?" ”

Bang –

There was a loud bang.

The iron door of the apartment building was suddenly closed, but at this time, there was no wind at all.

At this moment, as if the last straw that broke the camel's back, the crowd suddenly let out a series of screams.

Zhang Huaisheng had just appeared from another dimension, and he only had time to shake the door, and he was forced to be locked back in another dimension.

He watched this scene a little helplessly, he was able to face so many people, and he almost didn't give himself a few chances to show up.

However, the effect was good, and he felt that the spirituality in his body was not depleted by the exertion of his ability, but continued to increase—the fear he gained from these people did help him to play the role of his "evil spirit".

So... The "twins" that I asked Ling last time should have gone wrong?