Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

The existence of flashlights here is crucial, but Ding Mu cannot buy flashlights in the store.

There are no flashlights in the store.

The owner's explanation is: God does not allow people to wander around at night.

will collide with God.

This made Ding Mu feel that the possibility of getting information at night is much higher than that of getting information during the day, but the danger is also much higher. After thinking about it, he thought that there should be other things for sale without a flashlight, so He asked the boss for two power banks that can charge the flashlight.

Isn't this coming?

Although he didn't stay in the store for a long time, he managed to get something out of the shopkeeper's mouth. The shopkeeper sent out things according to the price, how much he paid, and how much it was worth, basically what he said to Mrs. Yang Same, but slightly different.

For example, when the water god released the fog, Mrs. Yang said the time was after the outsider arrived here to do things, while the boss said the time was after the mayor offered sacrifices to the water god.

Another example is the last group of foreigners who caused trouble. Mrs. Yang said that they were locked up, while the boss said that they were wandering in the fog.

It's all about the details, and you can use the long time and unclear memory as an excuse, but why does Mrs. Yang make a fuss about such trivial issues?

Ding Mu thought, the reason was either to protect himself or to protect others.

Only when "interests are relevant" will subconsciously cover up related issues.

Mrs. Yang may have something to do with the sacrifice.

This is the first NPC he has come into contact with in this "game". Her words should have a certain meaning in promoting the plot - of course, it may be that the "game" has set her as a distraction item in order to increase the difficulty. here.

Now he only knows the information provided by two people, which is too accidental, and he must get information from other residents quickly. Even if the residents want to fabricate lies together, they should change after more people pass them on by word of mouth.

No, maybe the "game" gives the same lines to some unimportant NPCs, so even the modeling is extremely rigid, like a world created by someone who has just learned animation for three years. If there is no accident, the lines of the characters are set It's not particularly fine either.

Just like the lines of the shopkeeper and Mrs. Yang, there is not much difference except for more important issues.

He had to wonder if the stationmaster of this station was his own father, otherwise why would he push such an obvious line directly.

It looked as if he wanted him to discover the truth quickly.

The flashlight quickly ran out of power under such uninterrupted use, and the gradually dimming light made Ding Mu turn it off quickly to prevent the durability from decreasing and reduce the use time.

As soon as the light dimmed, the unclear surrounding scenery became even more unfamiliar.

Ding Mu followed his impression just now, and walked slowly with his hand on the wall to prevent himself from going to other places.

But he still came to a place where he could still tell that it was not A's home even in the dark.

That's a big patch of shadow.

He couldn't tell where it was, and he couldn't see what the building looked like, but this building gave him a very bad feeling, which gave him the urge to leave immediately.

In the dark night, he could only roughly see that it was a pointed building, either a palace, a church, a traditional art museum, or a foreign art memorial hall.

In short, with such a unique style of building, it is impossible to distribute it to the mayor to raise pigs.

He stood at the door of this building, groping, and wanted to return the same way, but at that moment he heard a burst of crying.

The voice was clearer than every time he heard it before, and it was mixed with desperate cries: "Help me...help me..."

This is not the same as the store owner's rich emotion, which stands out like a little white paint on a black cloth in this emotionless town.

There are such rich emotions here, whether they are important people or real human beings, especially when they meet in such an atmosphere, it is hard not to let Ding Mu think too much.

He was acting alone now, so he couldn't be too reckless, so he took out the map, turned on the flashlight, and glanced at it as fast as he could, remembering the location here, and looking at it tomorrow.

I don't know if the person inside sensed his presence, and suddenly let out a loud cry: "Help me!"

This voice shook Ding Mu's firm heart at that moment.

He hesitated, and even wanted to give up and go home to have a look.As a human being, it is difficult to ignore the same kind of cry for help, even if he cannot tell whether the source of the sound is really a human being.

His footsteps only paused in that direction, then he abruptly retracted and shook his head, as if denying the impulse in his heart.

He can't go in.

There was no more sound from inside, but it faintly touched his mind, driving him to look there.

Gee.

Ding Mu thought about the map just now, closed his eyes, and left.