Chapter 267 Rattle
This weird situation lasted for half a minute before the two little girls picked up the rattle and kite on the ground and turned around to leave.
Soon, they disappeared at the end of the street.
"Boss?" Sun Hang turned to look at the crack in the door and asked tentatively.
No response.
"Boss? Are you still there?" Sun Hang asked again.
Still no response.
Even a blind person can see that there is something strange about those two little girls - compared to the "worthless" townspeople, they are obviously very special beings.
However, what made Sun Hang a little puzzled was that he had clearly "offended" them just now, but in the end they targeted the "shopkeeper" who showed no malice towards them at all...
What is this? Is there also bullying and fear of the strong in the world of monsters?
But you’re not that “hard”, right?
All his memetic abilities have been lost, and those mysterious "truck cards" are nowhere to be found. Except for the time when he just woke up in the hospital, this can be said to be Sun Hang's weakest period. Apart from the hunting pistol, his remaining combat ability is almost negligible.
This place is obviously a world where the weak can eat the strong. This can be seen from the "shopkeeper" killing the townspeople on the street at will. But in this case, why would the "shopkeeper" fight with himself when facing himself who has no fighting power? What about fair and honest transactions, rather than choosing to kill people and steal goods?
Could it be that in this weird town, outsiders have superior privileges?
Strange thing? Advocate for foreigners?
These two unrelated words collided in Sun Hang's mind.
"Somewhat outrageous..."
Sun Hang shook his head and reached out to push towards the ajar carved wooden door.
With a heart-wrenching "crunch" sound, the wooden door was pushed inwards, and the lights from the street outside shone in. The darkness in the house immediately retreated - the darkness retreated very quickly, as if it was afraid of avoiding it. , before the light reaches a certain place, the darkness there has shrunk deeper, leaving only a blurry shadow.
Those black things were not shadows, but had entities - Sun Hang had already seen it once when he dragged the middle-aged woman in, but he didn't know why these things could leave the room and be exposed to the street lights at that time. But now it has become like this.
"Boss?"
Sun Hang asked "courteously" and then pushed the two wooden doors open to the maximum extent.
A small bench made of bamboo strips was lying one meter away from the threshold. Next to the small bench, there was also a hookah also made of bamboo.
As for the "person" who was sitting here smoking just now, he disappeared without a trace.
Sun Hang crossed the threshold and walked into the house.
For a moment, he felt a chill approaching from both sides behind him - it was the darkness in the room spreading close to the inside of the outer wall, where the light could not reach.
But they can only spread to the door. Going forward, they will come into contact with the light coming in from outside.
Sun Hang always felt that if he took two more steps forward, the door would close again behind him.
He squatted down, picked up the hookah on the ground, took out the short knife he carried with him, split the bench with several knives, and then used these things to get stuck between the door and the threshold.
Unless the force of closing the door can break these bamboos... As long as he hears the sound of the bamboo being stressed, Sun Hang will break out without hesitation - these two wooden doors are very thin and the material is very fragile. Even without the bonus of memetic ability, ordinary people can easily knock it away with their strength.
Sun Hang continued to walk inside. As he took one step, the darkness huddled in the corner took a step back.
"Boss, where have you gone? I also want to ask you to buy something?" Sun Hang asked as he walked.
Still no one responded.
These old-fashioned buildings are all two-story structures. Sun Hang took out his mobile phone, turned on the flashlight, and shined it at the four corners of the room - as expected, there were wooden steps leading to the second floor on the left and right sides.
In the center of the room, there was an altar table against the wall. There was a Buddha statue enshrined on it, but the Buddha statue was incomplete - from the left shoulder to the right rib, the upper part was missing.
This is like being chopped by the "cassock cut" in Japanese swordsmanship - the reason why cassock cut is called cassock cut is because the direction and angle of the cut are exactly the line covered with cassock.
Sun Hang didn't know much about Buddhism, so he couldn't identify which Buddha or Bodhisattva this Buddha statue without a head was, and there were no signs or banners indicating the Buddha's identity beside the Buddha statue.
In addition to the Buddha statue, there is also a bronze incense burner on the altar, with three extinguished incense sticks inserted in it. In front of the incense burner, there are three porcelain plates with chipped edges.
The two porcelain plates were empty, and on the middle porcelain plate was the piece of "bait" that the "shopkeeper" had just bought from Sun Hang.
"Buying food is not for eating, but for worship and sacrifice?" Sun Hang suddenly understood why "food" is so precious in Maoyun Town.
If this thing was given some "religious significance", then everything would make sense.
"It's just...why enshrine a headless Buddha statue?" Sun Hang tilted his head and looked at the Buddha statue on the table, "Is it some kind of evil god? Or some powerful monster?"
Sun Hang always feels that worshiping this thing is not as good as worshiping the Three Apes...
In his opinion, among all the currently known monsters, none seems to have the ability to compete with the three apes.
He even once suspected that his ability to "make all his wishes come true" came from the three apes.
This is an ability comparable to the law of cause and effect weapon. According to the "professional terminology" in fantasy novels, it is the "power of law".
Such lofty things as the power of law generally do not appear in the early stage. Only in the later stage, when the protagonist and the final BOSS have a decisive battle, will the power of law be used to attack... and what kind of "the great road has been wiped out" will happen. famous scene.
For ordinary characters, not to mention obtaining the power of the law, they even need to see the bosses using the power of the law, and the insights gained are enough for them to become the overlord of a party.
However, Sun Hang did not feel disappointed about the disappearance of his ability. On the contrary, he was a little happy - it was a long-lost feeling of freedom. Before that, he always felt that there were three pairs of eyes watching him all the time. Watch yourself.
It's like he's fucking raping.
But now, those three lines of sight have completely disappeared.
There is really no greater joy than this.
Sun Hang raised his phone and pointed it at the Buddha statue on the table.
He discovered not long ago that the camera of a mobile phone has the same ability to "reveal the truth of strange objects" as a mirror. However, considering that the battery of the mobile phone is limited, he tries not to use the camera of the mobile phone when the mirror can be used.
However, the current situation is special. The light in the room is dim and the effect of the mirror is greatly affected. In comparison, the low-light lens that comes with the mobile phone can see things much more clearly.
The Buddha statue in the lens is no longer a Buddha statue, but a withered skeleton sitting cross-legged on the table. This skeleton was also slashed with a cassock knife, and the upper body from the left shoulder to the right rib was neatly cut off. Sun Hang moved the camera downwards, and other things also revealed their true identities - the bait turned into the familiar rotten flesh, and the three sticks of incense inserted in the incense burner turned into three bloody fingers.
The fingers are so thin that they can almost be described as skinny. The end of the finger root is stuck in the soil, and there are obvious burn marks on the nail on the other end.
Are these three fingers of love really being burned as incense?
Can this thing be lit? Sun Hang couldn't help but have some doubts.
There was nothing else on the altar table, and Sun Hang turned the camera to the darkness huddled in the corner of the room.
The darkness was still darkness, the camera was so dark that nothing could be seen clearly.
"Will you be punished by God if you steal tribute?" Sun Hang walked to the offering table and picked up the "bait block".
The moment the bait left the plate, he vaguely saw the "Buddha" on the table seem to move.
"Are you in a hurry?" Sun Hang stared at the Buddha statue and asked half-jokingly.
The "Buddha statue" moved again, and this time the amplitude was obvious. In other words, what Sun Hang just saw was not an illusion.
"If you want tribute, then come and get it." Sun Hang tossed the "bait" in his hand, "A great man once said that if you do it yourself, you will have enough food and clothing. You are not even willing to move your butt, and you are still waiting for others to give it to you. Where is the tribute? Even feeding it to a dog is better than giving it to you!”
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Sun Hang was trying to anger the other party... Since the shop owner, the black shadow and the two weird little girls didn't dare to do anything by themselves, he wanted to see what the Buddha statue enshrined by the shop owner could do.
Although his ability disappeared, the keen intuition was still there - the intuition did not detect any threat. Even when the dark matter tried to spread towards the door, Sun Hang only felt a slight chill.
This chill was far from threatening. At best, it was equivalent to looking back when walking at night and seeing a little black cat staring directly at him on the beam.
The "Buddha Statue" shook violently, and the remaining arm was raised, as if it was planning to rush towards Sun Hang, but after hesitating for a moment, it sat back down and resumed its original posture.
"So cowardly?" It was Sun Hang's turn to be surprised... He wondered how the other party could still hold back even though he had already kicked his nose in the face.
Sun Hang drew his pistol and pointed it at the torso of the Buddha statue.
Marksmanship is also a method, ballistics is also a way, Amitabha, the way is natural.
Sun Hang pulled the trigger.
The moment the gunshot rang out, it was absorbed by the surrounding darkness, just like the scream of the "middle-aged woman" who was dragged into the room.
The Buddha statue that was hit fell apart instantly. Sun Hang quickly raised his phone and opened the camera lens.
The originally mutilated bones were now even more broken, but they were not "dead" yet. The bones that had been blown away were still crawling toward the altar table, as if they wanted to be put back together again.
Unfortunately, with their crawling speed, it may take years and months to get back together.
At this moment, Sun Hang seemed to feel something and turned his head - he saw that the hookah used to draw the door was gone, and in the corner of the room, a familiar fire light lit up.
A somewhat choking smell of smoke drifted into Sun Hang's nose.
"Boss? Are you still alive?" Sun Hang stared at the fire and asked, "Since you are alive, why don't you say anything?"
From the beginning, Sun Hang suspected that the dark matter was the identity of the "shopkeeper"... Now it seems that he must have guessed correctly.
"Don't you feel...hungry?" The shopkeeper's voice came out faintly from the corner, as weak as an old man who was half buried in the earth.
"I'm not hungry." Sun Hang touched his stomach, and the strong feeling of fullness brought by the compressed biscuit was still there.
"I'm so hungry... so hungry..." the shop owner said weakly.
"Since you are hungry, why don't you eat the food you finally bought and use it to worship this broken Buddha statue instead?" Sun Hang threw the bait in his hand towards the fire, "I thought you were dead just now. Now...since you are still alive, the thing belongs to its original owner.”
With a "pop" sound, the bait block fell to the ground.
"Thank you... thank you..."
Darkness rushed in instantly, and a creepy chewing sound sounded in the room.
The chewing sound didn't sound like eating pastry like bait, but rather like biting some kind of tough meat.
After all, the "true face" of this piece of bait was a piece of rotten meat, so it was not surprising to Sun Hang that it would make such a sound.
"Can you tell me the origin of those two little girls?" Sun Hang asked.
The two little girls just left so fast that Sun Hang had no time to look at them in the mirror.
"They... they are the food raised by the mayor's family." The chewing sound stopped, "Don't... go... against... their... ideas... otherwise..."
"What else?"
"Otherwise...you will be...just like me..."
The shopkeeper's voice stopped abruptly.
The darkness in the room receded like a tide, and the candles at the two corners of the altar table were automatically lit, and the dim light emitted illuminated the entire room.
In the corner where the sound just came out, there was a thing that could barely be called a "human". Its facial features were completely distorted, and a mouth could just be discerned. Others, such as eyes, nose, and ears, were completely mixed. When it comes together, it's like the pattern on the coffee latte art has been stirred twice with a spoon.
He only ate less than half of that piece of "bait" - that's actually not accurate, because there was a fist-sized hole in its throat, and the half of the chewed bait piece came directly from this It leaked out of the hole and fell to the ground.
There was a trace of dark red blood seeping into the off-white pieces of broken bait.
"Boss?" Sun Hang stepped forward and kicked the other person lightly.
There was no movement or any breath.
It died...or rather, it "died".
Sun Hang noticed that there seemed to be something pressing on the chest of the corpse. He turned the body over with his toes, and what he was pressing on was immediately revealed.
It was a rattle without ears.
(End of chapter)