It is strictly forbidden to pay for the ticket after getting on the bus

Those blood-colored eyes looked at him coldly.

Through the thin door panel, you can still smell the vague smell of blood wafting from it.

Bai Jue was silent for a while, then calmly looked away, and leaned his back against the wall.

Bai Luochuan ran over and held his shoulder, asking with his eyes.

He didn't get any useful information, so he went up to look at it by himself, but only saw the shaking candles, and nothing else.

"There's nothing outside the house," Bai Luochuan said, "What did you see?"

Bai Jue took a deep breath and sighed, "Eye, an eye that has seen hell."

Bai Luochuan looked at him amusedly: "Could it be a hellhound?"

Bai Jue glanced at him, but didn't speak.

"Go and lie down for a while," Bai Luochuan walked towards the bed, "If there really is a hell hound, then we don't have to run away, we just want to die comfortably."

Hearing that there was no sound from behind, Bai Luochuan turned his head and asked strangely: "Why are you standing there all the time? Is there any glue underneath?"

Bai Jue stared at him calmly, and said, "...my legs are a little weak, please help me."

After a few seconds of embarrassing atmosphere, Bai Luochuan sighed dumbfoundedly: "Oh—I see you are quite calm, you don't show any fear at all."

Bai Jue said, "Because I'm very restrained."

Bai Luochuan pulled him to the bedside, and corrected him with a smile: "No, you are a killer without emotion."

Bai Jue smiled lightly, what he said was wrong, and Bai Luochuan should be very clear that he, Bai Jue, had no feelings for other things because his feelings had been exhausted by Bai Luochuan.

After lying down again, it seemed that the menace brought by those blood-red eyes was too great. Even in his sleep, Bai Jue still had a feeling of uneasiness in his heart, as if something was about to happen.

As expected, after waking up in the morning, something happened.

Zhang Feng's body lay horizontally in the middle of his own room.

The whole room looked extremely bloody.

Blood was spilled all over the bed curtain, beams, quilt sheets, table, floor, and walls, as if a massacre had been carried out in this room.

The corpse of Zhang Feng himself was even more tragic. The originally strong and strong muscles were bloody and bloody, and his face was so rotten that no facial features could be seen at all. The white brain was mixed with red blood.

To make matters worse, there was a big hole in his chest, and it could be clearly seen that the inside of his body was almost empty, all internal organs were gone, and only this broken body was left lying here.

Faced with such an impactful scene early in the morning, the faces of several people were ugly, and Lin Jiu was even more pale and trembling.

"He lives alone. We came to find him in the morning and went down with him. No one answered when we knocked on the door. We smelled something again and felt that something was wrong. When we opened the door, we saw that it was like this now."

One of Zhang Feng's companions spoke in a low mood.

"Damn! It's so disgusting! Hiss—" Yang Zhen kicked the debris on the ground violently, but his exposed ankle was accidentally scratched by the debris.

He looked even more irritable, his eyes were bloodshot, and his spirit was on the verge of collapse.

His room was right next to Zhang Feng's room. At this moment, everyone gathered, and most of the fragments from Zhang Feng's door were pushed to the door of his room, so dense that they couldn't get out.

A flash of violence flashed in Yang Zhen's eyes, he went back to the room, grabbed the broom and swept the debris from his door to the guardrail on the second floor opposite the door, his door was instantly clean.

The fragments fell from the gaps in the railings, and fell to the ground in the lobby on the first floor with a crackling sound, splashing far away, with a force comparable to that of a rain of knives.

His companion couldn't hold him back, turned pale, and growled, "Why are you crazy! What if you hit that old man!"

Yang Zhen smiled arrogantly: "They won't show up before this afternoon, have you forgotten? Besides, I saw with my own eyes last night that it was those two kids who dropped the plate. This is a fucking brat! I owe you a lesson!"

Bai Jue and Bai Luochuan looked at each other and sighed: This manic brother probably forgot that while they are two brats, they are also two ghost kids.

Everything that happens here cannot be viewed with common sense.

Downstairs, there were still only food and people missing, and there were fragments of plates falling all over the floor.

After seeing such a bloody scene just now, the other people have no appetite and just want to stay as far away from this inn as possible.

Si Qi calmly gnawed at the steamed bun, and said, "Have you noticed that the hole in Zhang Feng's chest is where the horseshoe print was left yesterday."

"You mean...there might be something wrong with that horse?" Bai Luochuan said, "Then what's the name...Roger! Yes, he was also kicked, so maybe he is now It's already GG."

Bai Jue looked thoughtfully at the closed door on the first floor, and said, "We were looking outside yesterday, so don't ignore the clues in front of us."

Bai Luochuan followed his gaze and raised his head at him: "Let's go in and have a look together."

After making up their minds, although they knew that the ghosts would most likely appear after the evening, they checked the rest of the inn first, and finally pushed open the closed door.

The room was very dark, there were no windows inside, and the light from the gate couldn't come in. The air was cold and damp, and the layout was similar to the room upstairs, except that the space here was slightly larger.

There is nothing to look for in the almost unobstructed room, the bamboo ball that Bai Jue met last night is still at the foot of the bed, it should be the child's bedroom.

"Look at this, here is a piece of paper." Bai Luochuan stood beside the only cabinet in the house.

Bai Jue took it over, it was obviously a painting by a child.

The paper is crumpled and outlined with black lines - in the middle is an adult, holding a child by his left and right hands, and another lonely child on the far side.

The painting is very simple, but it can be clearly seen that the corners of the mouths of the two children being led are upward, and the corners of the mouth of the lonely child are downward.

Like being abandoned.

Bai Jue folded the drawing paper and put it in his pocket. He had a vague idea in his mind, but he didn't say it out.

He came out and looked at the messy plates and tiles outside, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

It is estimated that tomorrow morning will be able to verify whether this idea is correct.

The ancient town can be said to be big or small, and it has everything in it. If you want to visit each house, it will take a lot of time.

They confirmed Roger's death and were cautious when approaching the horse.

What's more, Bai Jue accidentally discovered that although he met many people on the train in this town, it was far from all of them, at least that brother Xuan and the people he brought had never met.

The connection between the green leather train and the platform is full of fog, but Bai Jue doesn't care at all, he believes that he will know when he should know.

But now, he found something that he had lost for a long time and that he really valued in his heart, and that was enough.

The next day's harvest was not much, and when it was almost evening, Bai Luochuan found a school by relying on his sense of being a literary youth.

Compared with other buildings, the school is old, the white walls are already mottled, and the terrain is remote.

But to their surprise, there are a lot of literature, and even some notes.

But it was getting late, and it was almost evening, so whether to return to the inn became a problem.

Bai Jue thought about it for a while, maybe he would choose to simply live here before he thought about it during the day, but he had something to verify, so he went back to the Hermitage Inn again.

Everything was the same at dinner, the little girl's eyes were still full of resentment, and when her eyes touched the wooden stick in the old man's hand, she really showed a look of fear.

Bai Jue understood.

When things first came to light, Bai Jue had the most peaceful night's sleep in three nights.

At five o'clock, there was a crackling sound outside the door, and he crossed his arms and patted Bai Luochuan's back comfortingly, signaling him not to get up.

Bai Luochuan stared at Bai Jue, who had his eyes closed for no reason, and then fell asleep.

It was dawn, it was the third day in the ancient town, and they had already decided to go straight to the school.

Push open the door and go out, the corridor is full of broken porcelain as usual, but there is one exception.

——That is the door of Yang Zhen and his companion's room.

Si Qi and Lin Jiu also came out, they are not stupid, so they naturally know that in this kind of place, 'exception' is probably not a good thing.

What's more, they already smelled a strong smell of blood.

It came from Yang Zhen's room.

Bai Jue went straight up and pushed open the door, both Bai Luochuan and Si Qi gasped, Lin Jiu couldn't bear to look away behind him, his face was pale.

Yang Zhen died tragically, even worse than Zhang Feng.

Except for the blood all over the room, Yang Zhen and his body seemed to have been chewed up and 'eaten'.

There were some minced meat and minced meat scattered on the ground, as well as white bone fragments with tooth marks.

The limbs with less flesh, the palms and soles of the hands, seemed to have been "gnawed" and thrown on the ground in a bloody mess.

Si Qi said with a serious expression, "I can see it."

"What?" Lin Jiu asked.

"This thing doesn't eat crispy bones, crispy bones are delicious..." Si Qi said with a look of regret.

"...You can shut up!"

On the way to the school, Bai Jue said: "The two little boys threw plates on the door to protect us, and the one who killed and cannibalized... I guess it was the little girl."

Bai Luochuan nodded thoughtfully: "Speaking of this, I forgot I read it in a book before. There is a custom in Denmark for New Year's that is to throw plates on the door. It probably means blessing and praying."

"It's so weird." Lin Jiu said.

"If you think it's weird, you're just like Yang Zhen, sweep away the debris at the door," Si Qi joked, "Then a beautiful girl will come to play with you at night."