Living on a deserted island, the cold female president regards me as king

I had no choice but to rent a car in the city and go to the small village named Bai Karen.

Driving in the countryside of Germany, an idyllic atmosphere blows your face.

The Germanic people in Germany are a rigid and very regular people. Their countryside is also full of a sense of cleanliness. Even a street sign on the side of the road is meticulous and upright, which makes people feel very embarrassed.

When the sun was about to set, I finally came to the village of Bai Karen.

It was getting dark now, and visiting at night would undoubtedly be impolite, so instead of going directly into the village to look for that Ms. Fit, I started looking for a place to stay overnight.

Soon, I saw an old hotel at the door of the small village.

It was a small wooden building. When going up the stairs, every time I stepped on the stairs, the stairs still creaked, as if it was about to collapse.

On the railing of the stairs, those mottled traces are also full of the taste of time.

This is a very characteristic hotel, at least its decoration style, I like it very much, but I don't like the people here.

The owner of the hotel seemed very weird, no matter what I said, he just looked at me coldly, as if I owed him money.

Judging by his attitude, if it weren't for the consideration of this small village, there probably wouldn't be a second hotel, and I would never stay here.

And when I slept until midnight, something even more strange happened. Someone was knocking on my door very hastily and vigorously.

However, I got up angrily, and after opening the door, I found that the corridor outside was empty, only a trace of cold night wind was blowing.

The chill made me sleepless. Could it be that a drunk went to the wrong door?

I felt a little strange, and soon noticed that someone had pasted a note on my door.

This is written on the note.

"Foreign pigs, get away, or we'll tear off your head and goug out your eyeballs!"

This line of English handwriting is very scribbled, and it is bright red, as if written in blood.

I have also killed many people. The bloody smell on the handwriting, I can be sure when I smell it, it turned out to be real human blood!

This is a bit strange.

Someone came to threaten me?

Moreover, it seems that the comer is not good.

It's just that I just came to this village just now, so why would anyone follow me?
Just because I'm an outsider?
Are the people in this place so xenophobic?

Or just a psycho who likes to be scary?

Shaking my head, I felt a little more vigilant in my heart, but I closed the door and went back to bed to continue sleeping.

If an ordinary person encountered such a thing, he would be terrified, but I was different.

My experience and strength make me confident.

Perhaps this is the boldness of a high-level artist.

I'm still resting peacefully, if someone really wants to play tricks in front of me, then let's see whose fist is hard!
In this way, I rested all night with vigilance.

When I got up in the morning, I went downstairs to eat, but what surprised me was that the person who threatened me was so courageous that he made another move.

I found that the milk I ordered had a fishy smell and was red in color.

It was clear that someone had mixed human blood into it!

I hurried to the counter and asked the boss what was going on.

The owner of this hotel is a woman in her 30s, with a very ordinary appearance and a dull expression.

Maybe she was dumped by her husband, so everyone seemed to owe her money.

Facing my questioning, this guy seemed to think that I was deliberately finding fault, and said that it had no taste, so he took a sip of the milk himself.

This woman's reaction made me frown. It seems that she really doesn't know that there is something wrong with this milk?

My feeling is definitely not wrong, my sense of smell is very developed, this milk must have been stained with human blood.

I felt very depressed, threw away all the milk and bread, and walked out of the hotel.

After I walked out of the hotel, I met a middle-aged villager head-on. I walked over to him and asked him if there was a woman named Fei Te in the village.

"Fit?"

This person looked at me vigilantly, and then said: "Why are you looking for her, she is already dead!"

What this man said surprised me.

Fate is dead?

Why did he die? Is it true or false?

Or is it related to the people of the company?

After all, I heard from Eve that Feite is the main force of those who oppose the company.

The group in the company is very powerful and has a lot of armed forces. Is it normal to kill a researcher who opposes them?
However, things are still unclear, and I must investigate.

I asked the villager where Feite lived and how he died.

But the man glared at me and said impatiently, "What's none of your business?"

After speaking, the guy left.

The people in this village don't seem to be very friendly?

Maybe they discriminated against people of yellow race like me?

I muttered in my heart, but continued to walk towards the interior of the village.

This village is very small, and I walked around in a short time. I counted it, and there are probably eight or nine households living here.

However, each family’s house is very big. Judging by the decoration and the cars in the garage, it seems that they all earn a lot of money. I reckon that these people are probably in the nearby manor or something. Such people cannot be called villagers, they are called manors Lord is more appropriate.

I asked a lot of local people, but they were unwilling to say anything about Feite.

To be more precise, if it’s okay to talk about other things, some people will smile at me, but once Fate is mentioned, these people’s expressions will immediately change, and some even get up directly and shut me out of the gate.

This makes me very puzzled.

The name Feite seems to have become a taboo here.

A big old house is now inhabited by Feite's aunt, an old woman in her 70s and [-]s.

Seeing that I was looking for Feite, she immediately changed her face and frowned, but she didn't drive me away in the end.

"come in."

She whispered something, turned around and walked towards the house.

I hurriedly followed, perhaps because of the age and the dim light of this old house, it gave me a very gloomy feeling here.

The furnishings in the living room are very simple, but there are all kinds of sundries, such as unfinished oranges, some empty wine glasses, etc., which look very lifelike.

The old man greeted me to sit down and poured me a glass of beer.

"Who are you? Why are you looking for Feite?"

The old man sat down and asked directly.