"Old man Dakong, do you know the grandfather just now?" Hiss followed Dakong, and as he walked, he couldn't help the curiosity in his heart, and asked suspiciously, but now Hiss still doesn't quite understand why this old man has two tastes.

"I know, this old guy is also the first batch in our nursing home, but he is a poor man." Dakong took a puff of cigarette, This old man is an old smoking gun, this is the second one, and I don't know when I developed such a big addiction.

Hiss listened patiently and didn't speak, at this time he wanted to be an ordinary melon-eating crowd and a qualified listener.

"His name is Rota, and he was a very good dancer, the kind that won awards, but after he moved in, his wife died, and from that day on, Rota went crazy, and he said that his wife didn't die, but was attached to him, and lived a sweet life with him, and always asked me to cook food for his wife." Mr. Ozora shrugged, but Heath was stunned, how did this sound so...

Unique?

It sounded like a neuropathy just now, which made Hiss wonder if the nursing home should set up a psychiatrist position, but then Hiss thought of his previous experience, When this old man turned around, his taste changed...

"Old man Dakong, do you know what flavor Grandpa Rota's wife likes?" Heath asked eagerly, feeling that this was an important clue.

"Huh? Of course, I know, Rota's wife also lived in our nursing home at the beginning, and she likes to eat sour, which is still a very unique taste. The old man took a puff of his cigarette calmly, and then spit out a smoke ring, but Heath's heart was turbulent, and he remembered that when the old man Rota turned around, the taste he liked was also sour.

In this way, either what Mr. Rota said is true, or Mr. Rota thought about his wife, and then fell into madness, thus distorting a second personality, and that personality is the wife of Old Man Rota.

With this shocking speculation, Heath left the nursing home in a daze, and followed the old man to his dining car.

"Your food truck looks good." The old man looked at Hiss's dining car in amazement, he had really never seen this kind of dining car before.

"This is a new product researched by Shrouf." Hiss smiled, I have to say that Goldfinger's strength is really strong, this kind of thing can be done, and it can also affect the thoughts and cognition of other people in the world, and even Shruf Company really thinks that it has researched this thing.

"But old man, why do you live in this place?" Hiss looked at Dakong curiously, he didn't understand this problem, this location of the nursing home is too remote, and the security guard in charge of guarding the door is inevitably too strong, using a fast dragon as a security guard, Hiss is really unheard of.

The old man fell silent, he took out another cigarette from his pocket, lit it, stuffed it into his mouth, took a puff, and spit out a smoke ring.

"In the earliest days, it was actually us retired old men who didn't want to trouble the alliance to settle down, so we found this place to settle down for ourselves, and later there were some desperate old guys who were forced by unfilial children and grandchildren to come to us, and it slowly became like this." The old man looked at Hiss calmly.

"The one I was talking to just now, her daughter didn't let her go to the hospital when she was sick, and she didn't even give her medicine, if it wasn't for the fact that she trained Bidiao to come out for help, she might have really died in bed." Archaeus pointed to the nursing home behind him, and Hiss felt that he was not looking at a nursing home, but a hell for the soul, a haven from danger.

"In fact, during this period of time, there have always been some people who have come to the door to make trouble, some have taken the will to ask for signature, some have knelt on the ground crying and shouting, and some have brought their grandchildren to intercede, heh, they are good, sitting in the car, and letting the children kneel at the door of the nursing home." The old man sneered, and Hiss looked at Mr. Empty in silence, if he didn't know that Mr. Empty should not use this kind of thing to amuse himself, Hiss would have thought that all this was a strange joke.

Hiss didn't know how he got out of the nursing home, and when the food truck was running through the night again, Hiss couldn't help but look back, it was a small nursing home with a little starlight in the dark of the night, and next to it was the Tomb Mountain, a dead place, far away from the city, away from the hustle and bustle, away from the hustle and bustle.

So what is it that makes these elderly people who could have enjoyed their old age at home can't wait to voluntarily move into this remote nursing home?

Heath felt it was a heavy story.

...

By the time Hiss got out of bed, Hiss was not in a good mood, and he had a dream again last night, in which he seemed to see a horde of demons crawling around the nursing home, trying to push it down the hill and down the bottomless abyss.

Hiss didn't know if it was a nightmare or a dream, but when he woke up, he didn't see any information about Darkrai or Cresalia, and it seemed that he was just thinking about it during the day and dreaming at night.

"Well, forget it, let's start preparing for edible quartz cooking later, and when edible quartz cooking is done, I can also leave for another city." Hiss stretched, and then slowly got up from the bed, while Zoroa was still curled up in Hiss's bed and fell asleep, looking at Hiss and laughing.

"Get up, Zoroa." Hiss yawned, then stretched out his hand and pulled Zoroa out, Zoroa was held in Hiss by Hiss without moving, and Hiss was stunned when he saw it.

After shaking again, Zoroa still didn't move, and after a while, Zoroa opened his eyes with a sleepy expression.

But Hiss's expression was even more wrong, because he found that this Zoroa did not have the favorite taste and disliked taste on his head, and on His's bed, two favorite and disliked signs came out of it.

Hiss looked at it silently, this Zoroa is a real punishment, he is getting better and better at playing, and now he has done this kind of thing, using phantoms to create a fake Zoroa, and then the body continues to hide and sleep?

Hiss stretched out his hand expressionlessly and pulled out the real Zoroa, who looked like a pillow from the outside.