Follow the signs for Dogtown into a wide valley.

Colorful sunsets illuminate golden poplar forests, winding roads, and a river that flows into the valley from the top of the mountains.

The water of the spring and the river wash the riverbed, and the stone slabs have been washed away to rust, which shows the age of the river.

On both sides of the river, the red-roofed and white-walled cottages are clinging to the green hills like matchboxes, which look unassuming, but make people feel warm, comfortable and natural.

In the idyllic and quiet evening, with white plumes of smoke floating out of the long chimneys on the red roofs, the townspeople who have finished their work begin to prepare a sumptuous dinner for their families.

But in such a wonderful town, there are some things that are not so harmonious.

The air of the whole town was filled with hairs of different lengths and a faint body odor, and in every yard there was a guard dog: Rottweiler, Doberman, Demu, etc., who alertly pricked up their ears and stared at their eyes like light bulbs, and howled enthusiastically at the jaguar piloted by Dean.

……

The two of them circled around the town, and before the sun went down, they arrived at the Angel Bar on the west side of Dogtown, and sat down at the bar and looked around.

Under the crimson light and dynamic melody, the townspeople sit at small tables to drink, chat and enjoy dinner, which is very lively.

Dean noticed that they were dressed differently from the people in the city, wearing clothes made of coarse cloth, including clothes, pants, hats, and boots, mostly dark or gray, with patches or coarse cloth patterns on them, looking very plain, like farm workers.

Some of them wore khaki vests, revealing muscular arms and black chest hair, which was full of primitive flavor.

Moreover, a quarter of these townspeople have plump cheeks, extraordinarily clear facial features, extraordinarily long eyebrows and eyelashes, and thick hair, yellow skin, and look like Indians.

Dean was kind and a little surprised, this ratio was abnormally high, "Man, Dogtown is an Aboriginal reservation?" ”

Cayden shook his head, "Based on what I've learned from history class, this isn't a reservation. ”

Dean furrowed his brow, covered his eyes with life energy, and scanned everyone in the bar.

The result was not as good as it could be.

Although there are a few people with good physical fitness and strong white light, they are still within the range of ordinary people, far inferior to the werewolf Kaiden in human skin.

"Something, two little darlings?"

At this moment, a young bartender in a striped shirt and jeans walked up to the bar and interrupted the observation of the two with her tongue open.

Dean and Cayden looked at her misty drunken eyes and red cheeks, and smiled at each other, this was the first time they had seen a bartender who had drunk herself.

"Eight signature dinners, a bottle of beer, a bottle of juice."

"Eight copies?" The woman was excited, her misty eyes suddenly sobered up, and she stretched out two fingers, "If I'm not drunk, there are only two of you." ”

"We have a big appetite and make sure we can eat it all." Kayden said with a smile,

"Then pray, but dare to waste it, and throw you all out." The bartender waved her fist fiercely, turned around and walked into the back kitchen, and soon brought out eight plates and lined them up on the table—

Arkans-style onion chili sauce, yellow deep-fried pickled cucumbers, pale green deep-fried pickled dill, deep-fried catfish, and oily venison sausages give off a complex aroma.

Dean took a bite of the venison sausage with a spicy and spicy pickled cucumber, which was firm and had a unique aroma, a bit like beef.

Kayden also began the disc operation.

"So you've been on the road for a long time and just arrived in Dogtown, right?" Seeing that the two of them were eating deliciously, the bartender took a sip of beer, wiped the shiny wine stains at the corner of her mouth, and asked with a smile,

"You guessed it." Kayden nodded,

"Why?" The bartender's gaze swept over the faces of the two of them, and he tucked his long burgundy hair, "It's rare for people to come to the mountains where this kind of bird doesn't poop. ”

"Don't you think that the scenery of Dog Town in autumn is beautiful, and it is very suitable for traveling?" Dean smiled and said, "We're going to take a good walk around the town for a few days and take some nice photos, do you have any good value for money hotel recommendations?" ”

"The second floor of the bar is my hotel, if you want, I can get you a little discount." The bartender winked playfully at the two big handsome guys and suddenly looked behind them.

……

Seven or eight strong men in khaki vests, with long thick black hair and distinctly Indian features, came from the corner table and sat next to Dean and Caydon, one on the left and one on the right.

A pair of piercing eyes, like wolves looking at their prey, examined the black and blue pupils of the two of them and the empty plate high in front of them.

There was a hint of tension in the air.

Kayden raised his eyebrows and clenched the knife in his hand.

Dean gave him a reassuring look, and calmly raised a glass of light brown apple juice to the strong men, "Make a friend, have a drink?" ”

The big man with towering cheekbones and a majestic face raised the beer bottle and touched him, and said with a smile,

"Friends from afar, I like your personality and good appetite, so I would like to give you a friendly advice, don't jump over the barbed wire fence around the town and sneak into the mountains when you come to travel."

"Why, what's the danger?" Caydon folded the third sleek plate into the Tower of Hanoi and dragged the last plate full of meat.

"The mountains are the territory of wolves, you have never seen them, they are larger than gray wolves, they are flooded in groups, even during the day, they will come out to hunt," the man's tone became solemn, and his eyes were warned, "If you run around, even if you bring guns, you may be eaten by wolves to the bones..."

Dean and Cayden were not afraid at all when they heard this, but exchanged a look excitedly.

They came here to find something related to werewolves, and the wolves on the mountain are not ready-made clues?

The progress of the system was shocked, jumping from 10 percent to 12 percent.

"Thanks for the reminder." Dean asked, "According to you, the wolves are dangerous, so the town didn't organize the townspeople to hunt them?" ”

The eyes of the companions beside the man sank when they heard this, and a trace of unwillingness and grievance appeared on their faces

"How can humans compete with nature?" The man shook his head, his loose black hair swaying, "The mountains around Dog Town are endless, and the wolves in the mountains are endless, and they are particularly cunning and vindictive, and if anyone dares to do it, they will be retaliated against." ”

"Recently, food has been scarce in the mountains, so this group of animals can't help but sneak out of the barbed wire fence at night and sneak up on the livestock and poultry on the farm near the town, so it's best not to run around at night."

Dean and Cayden nodded heavily,

"Alright, that's it, don't disturb the two of you, Ivana, their accounts go to me!"

The big man finally took a deep look at the two of them, and then turned around and left the bar with a group of brothers.

"Don't take it personally, Connor's father was the sheriff of the town, so he was occasionally in charge of policing and alerting outsiders to safety." The bartender hurriedly explained, "Actually, he would like you to stay and settle down and add new blood to the town." ”

"Understandable, but the wolf plague in the town has always been so bad?" Dean asked,

The bartender stroked his red hair, "For as long as I can remember, every year when food is scarce, wolves will come down the mountain to hunt for food, so many families in the town have dogs to watch over the house..."

"No wonder it's called Dogtown." Kayden sighed,

"But don't worry too much, there hasn't been a wolf attack on humans in the town for more than a decade."

……

After a full meal, the two followed the bartender Ivana up to the second floor, toured it, and chose a clean and simple double room with a window.

Dean closed the door and stood by the window, looking at the deserted dark street below, and discussing with Cayden, who was changing clothes behind him,

"What's next for you?"

"Our identities are sensitive, so we should not disclose our purpose to outsiders, so we can only investigate ourselves. Tomorrow morning, I'll take the town around a few times, and maybe I'll get some familiar inspiration. A hint of anticipation appeared on Cayden's handsome face, "In the afternoon, I quietly went up the mountain to look for it, and found out whether it was the wolf who was harassing the town or... Other werewolves. If it's a werewolf, we can try to get in touch with it to find out about my background. ”

"Just do as you say... By the way, can you werewolves command ordinary wolves? Dean suddenly asked a question that he had never considered before,

Cayden closed his eyes and listened to the voice in his head, "I can't do it, I can only make the wolves fear me and fear me." ”

"Then try again tomorrow." Dean said and opened the window, and the whole person stood on the windowsill, "You stay in the house tonight, I flew out and walked around the town, I always felt that something was wrong in this place." ”

With that, without waiting for Cayden's consent, Dean jumped out of the window.

"Why can't werewolves have more wings?" Kaiden watched him fly into the night with envy, and then Jun showed a touch of irrepressible joy on his face, one hand crossed his writhing waist, and the other hand was raised above his head to twist his wrist flexibly, and he danced happily, "Haha! No need to train tonight, finally free from the damn hell! ”

……

The moon appeared in the thin clouds, and a dark shadow streaked across the swarthy sky of Dogtown, and predatory owls swept silently past houses with flickering lights and occasional eruptions of barking.

Dean carpeted along the banks of the river that runs through the town with God's perspective.

The whole town has hospitals, schools, and police stations, but strangely there is not a single church.

At 10 p.m., most families are watching the most popular soap operas on TV, and there are young couples enjoying intimacy and warmth, or gray-haired old people sitting by the fireplace reading the newspaper, nostalgic for their lost youth at the waning moon outside the window.

Dean spotted a sensitive spot, with shotguns in the houses he had observed, and several double squads patrolling the town with guns on their backs, including Connor, a tall man in the bar who had alerted him.

The town is extremely well guarded.

"So many people to prevent wolves? But to prevent werewolves, it's not enough for people to even plug their teeth. Dean flew to the roof of a building on the west side and inadvertently let go of God's perspective, his eyelids jumping.

What's going on?

In the courtyard outside the house, a black-fured, ear-poking Dewey came out of the dog house and barked wildly at the gate.

God's perspective goes inside the gate.

The living room was dim and there was no light, only the refrigerator in the kitchen had turned on the refrigerator and the light was shining a little brightly, illuminating an old man with gray hair and a face full of "orange peel" in cotton pajamas.

He devoured a piece of red, uncooked venison in his withered hands, his eyes bloodshot and his mouth making loud cries and bites, and he swallowed greedily, squirting saliva and acting so exaggerated that his facial features were distorted and deformed.

In less than two minutes, a palm-sized piece of raw venison was wiped out by the old man, and he stretched out his tongue to lick the minced meat from the palm of his hand and the corners of his mouth.

He exhaled a long breath of deep satisfaction, and with it the bloodshot in his eyes faded, and his beastly face became old and kind.

He turned on the kitchen faucet, slowly washed the blood off his body, and went back to the bedroom to cover the quilt and snore.

Outside, Doberman seemed to know that his owner was back to normal, stopped barking, and retracted back to the dog house to sleep.

"Why did this old man get up at night to eat meat, and he was still so crazy about eating, was he sleepwalking?"

Dean couldn't figure out what kind of strange situation this was, so he wrapped his eyes with life energy and took a look at it, only to find that the old man's body was full of white light, and his life strength was twenty percent stronger than that of a healthy adult, which was extremely inconsistent with his aging appearance.

Dean looked solemn and continued to search from house to house.

The situation was more complicated than he expected.

From 10 p.m. to 2 a.m., he searched thousands of homes in the entire town, and found not a single case of wild wolves stealing and eating livestock.

On the contrary, it was found that there were 53 houses that had devoured fresh venison and mutton, and the townspeople who stole the food included the elderly, young adults, children... The demeanor and movements during eating are surprisingly exaggerated, crazy, and terrifying.

Enchanted.

Some "sleepwalkers" swallow with convulsions, excessive salivation, and inexplicable screams.

The other part sleepwalks, accompanied by his family, looking at them with sad and helpless eyes like a patient.

But under the perspective of life, their life intensity is generally a small part stronger than that of their peers.

"So it's not sleepwalking, it's some kind of cluster symptom. Rabies? No, rabies does not improve physical fitness. Dean looked thoughtfully at the Call of the Wild event, and the progress quietly jumped from 12 percent to 15 percent.

"There are more than 1,000 households, there are two or three thousand residents, and there are more than 50 people with symptoms found in half a night, the probability is not low, will it continue to be infected?"

Di An'an inexplicably added a sense of urgency,

"Gotta figure out what the hell this symptom is, well, Cayden might know something."

He turned and flew to the guest room on the second floor of the bar, and at the same time went through the clues he had gathered today—

There are only two ways to trigger a progress change:

1. There are so many wolves in the mountains outside Dogtown that they are overflowing

2. Some residents in Dog Town have strange eating behaviors.

(End of chapter)