Horror Inn

This remark came out of Ryoko's mouth, and it sounded so unreliable.

But I have to admit that this is what we want to achieve.

The two of us flicked each other from the left to the right, completely stunned by this old guy.

This guy didn't know if he understood what we were saying, and in the end he just nodded repeatedly.

Ryoko and I circled this old guy around, and finally watched us leave stupidly.

"When we get to Mr. Wen's side, we still have the same strategy, let's stabilize Mr. Wen first."

Although we found something this trip, it was far from enough. I guess this matter will not be resolved within one or two days. Mr. Wen must be held back.

"Mr. Wen gave us a week. If he can't figure it out within a week, if he deducts our wages, we have nothing to say."

Now Liangzi and I have regarded the remaining 50,000 yuan as something in our bag, and no exceptions are allowed.

"The question now is, when this matter can be resolved, it doesn't seem to depend on us, but on when the guy behind the trouble will appear. This one is beyond our control.

We went back to the hotel that Mr. Wen had prepared for us, and took advantage of the fact that it was not fully lighted, to make up for it.

After waking up this time, Mr. Wen really came to us to find out the situation.

It's not much different from what we thought before. Mr. Wen really spoke very well. I heard that we haven’t been able to solve the haunted porridge shop for the time being, and this guy didn’t see any dissatisfaction on his face. On the contrary, he was smiling and asked to arrange a meal for us: "Don’t worry, I know, this thing is not It may be done overnight. Both of you must also pay attention to safety."

Mr. Wen's attitude is a bit embarrassing for me and Liangzi, and it always feels like Mr. Wen is losing money.

Mr. Wen didn’t stay here anymore. After saying a few more polite words to us, he got up and said goodbye, but when he was leaving, he turned around and said to us: "The two of you should be able to hold on tight. , On our side, we don’t care about being late a day or two, but after a long time, someone was killed, it’s not good to spread it out. Maybe you two don’t know yet. This morning, at the gate of that porridge shop, they found A plus is crazy.

"Someone is crazy again? No way?"

Ryoko and I both looked incredulous. But looking at Mr. Wen's appearance, it doesn't look like he is joking with us. What's more, Mr. Wen himself does not seem to be a joke.

"Could it be that after we left, another hapless person entered the porridge shop? We are not affected by the red light, but ordinary people become fools under the influence of the red light."

I have probably guessed the whole story.

After all, Mr. Wen is a person who does great things, and he looked kind throughout the whole process. After sending Mr. Wen away, I only felt that the sweat on my head fell off.

Although Mr. Wen has any expressions of good reputation, I always have a feeling of being looked down upon by him. This feeling makes me extremely upset.

"Why did someone have an accident again? I feel like a sign has been broken!"

A careless Liangzi also felt uncomfortable this time, so a table of delicious food, now it doesn't taste good.

Liangzi and I decided to go to the haunted porridge shop again and ask the old guy yesterday how he did the guard job. Why did that kid let people into the porridge shop again?

The two of us took advantage of a long time to come to the old street again. But after we got there, we realized a problem. We didn't know the old guy at all, and it was not easy to find because of the fate. Looking at it now, it is quite a few hours before dark, and we can't just wait for this period of time.

Fortunately, this street is still a bit desolate, but at least there are some residents.

We found a grocery store near the old street. Both of us bought a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of beer. Taking the opportunity of drinking beer, we pretended to chat with the old lady in the grocery store.

"Auntie, we heard that there is a haunted porridge shop in the old street next to it, and the old blood has been passed down. I don't know if it is true."

This old lady looked like someone who was willing to chew her tongue, and when she heard us say that, she immediately got her head.

The aunt nodded again and again, and even grabbed a handful of melon seeds for us: "You ask that haunted porridge shop, I know a lot about their house! Don’t you know, the host of that house, take yourself His wife and son were hacked to death, and the methods are old and cruel..."

Regarding the haunted porridge shop, we really can't listen to it, but now for the sake of idioms, we can't interrupt this aunt, so we can only listen to these old rumors in silence.

Aunt's statement is basically similar to that of the old drunkard before, which shows that this should be true.

After finally chewing her tongue, I hurriedly asked, "Auntie, we have basically heard of these things. They are similar to the legends outside."

This statement of mine is actually based on my caution.

Sure enough, when I said this, aunty's face showed an unconvincing expression. I seized the opportunity and quickly continued to ask.

"I heard people say that the little worker who called the police was actually a distant nephew of the male owner."

Auntie had another chance to perform, and she nodded her head again and again: "Yes, that's right, there is indeed such a thing. Back then, that young man often came to my store to buy things. He was kind and able to endure hardship. One of my children was very likable at the time. I have a deep memory of how many years have passed since then."

The thought of the old gray-haired drunkard being called a young man last night made me feel like a chill.

I couldn’t help but think that this aunt looks about the same age as the old drunkard. This old lady didn't mean to be interesting to the old drunkard at first, how could he be so excited when he mentioned the old drunkard.

But this time, we are not here to ask gossip, I still have business matters to ask.

"I heard that their distant nephew has stayed here after the accident, has he?"

I didn't really ask the key questions until this time.

We want to know the old drunkard’s residence from this aunt’s mouth, and come to find him.

This aunt seems to be quite familiar with the old drunkard, and should be able to know where the guy lives.