Many men, women, and children gathered in the square, some of whom Locke knew, and some of whom were complete strangers from the West End.
But without exception, they were all dancing strange dances, or in other words, their hands and feet were cramping uncontrollably, while still keeping a charming smile on their faces.
This scene looks like a man possessed, strange and grotesque.
Cluck, cluck -
Laughter was like a sharp knife, stimulating Locke's nerves.
Ruling out the possibility that this group of people were members of a collective time travel who gathered together to dance in the square, Locke swallowed and looked at the yawning black cat on his shoulder.
"Xiao Ai, is this the coming of the evil god or the devil's sacrifice ceremony?"
"No, I don't smell anything weird."
Erin replied.
Outside, she allowed her servants to call her by her nickname so that no one else would find out she was still alive.
"Then what's going on with them?"
Locke frowned.
Eileen didn't answer. She seemed to be too bored. She changed her position and fell asleep on Locke's shoulder.
Without good food, sleeping is her normal state.
Suddenly, Locke saw a familiar figure among this group of people.
Hannah is among them, wearing an old coat, with curly brown hair, thin cheeks, but delicate facial features.
Locke's heart suddenly tightened.
If it weren't for [Life Detection] and saw that Hannah's lifespan was completely different from the lifespan of the people around her, Locke might have gone berserk on the spot.
Fortunately Hannah still has decades to live, but unfortunately those around her only have a few days left.
He rushed into the crowd with a solemn expression.
He passed by these uncoordinated guys one by one and squeezed into Hannah's side.
In order to blend in with them, Hannah seemed to be doing a mechanical dance that looked hilarious.
"Hannah, what are you doing?"
"Shhh."
Hannah made a silent gesture to Locke, then leaned into his ear and whispered,
"They're so weird, don't you think?"
"Normal people would think so."
Locke said, and cleverly avoided the attack of an uncle next to him.
【Body Coordination 4/1000】
Huh? Can this also be used to gain proficiency?
Locke got an extra surprise.
So he also danced a weird dance with Hannah, and the two of them chatted while "dancing" with the crowd.
"I bet their photo will be on the front page of the Kosolk Evening News tonight."
Hannah said seriously.
"Well, that's true."
Locke agreed, looking left and right to see if there were any reporters with cameras. In front of the bakery in the southeast, he actually saw an excited reporter.
Locke immediately took Hannah's hand, and the two turned around and continued their weird dance.
"Don't get caught in the face."
【Body coordination 5/1000】
"Thanks."
Hannah said gratefully.
"So you're here to investigate them so you can report a big story and then get back into journalism?"
Locke said relying on his knowledge of Hannah.
Hannah nodded slightly, "Yes, that's it! I have to get ahead of my colleagues and investigate why they are like this. I feel that there may be some connection between them and the cat that jumped into the sea in the morning!"
"Did you see that report too?"
"Well, I don't miss any news."
Hannah said seriously. At the same time, she discovered that her brother seemed to be very talented in dancing weird dances, and he seemed to get more and more exciting the more he twisted.
【Body coordination 6/1000】
Erin, who was sleeping on her shoulder, was shaken open her eyes and made a dissatisfied meow.
Locke ignored her and focused on improving his proficiency.
"Hannah, are you sure you want to investigate this? I always feel like this could be dangerous."
Locke remembered that Hannah once went deep into Mare Street to investigate a case and was almost treated as a street girl. If he hadn't appeared in time, the consequences would have been disastrous.
Therefore, although Locke supports Hannah to continue to be a reporter, he does not support her always rushing to the front line for cases. There are many types of news reports, and there is no need to always choose such high-risk ones.
"I'm sure, I must investigate this matter, Locke, don't stop me."
Hannah's eyes were firm.
At this moment, she has got rid of her identity as the housewife and has become a female reporter with journalistic ideals and ambitions.
Locke shook his head and sighed,
"In this case, I can only accompany you to investigate."
"Locke, this is my business, you don't need help, just focus on finding a job."
Hannah immediately rejected Locke's offer.
Locke shrugged, held Hannah's waist with his left hand, took her hand with his right hand, and spun her around in a waltz dance step.
"This matter is non-negotiable. Finding a comfortable and decent job is an important step towards a happy life."
"Okay, sister promises you that she will make money to support you."
Hannah promised her brother with a serious expression.
"Uh, that's not what I meant."
Locke was about to explain that he really didn't want to eat soft food, but he was patted on the shoulder by the black cat.
He gritted his back teeth, endured the pain, and looked at the black cat Irene dissatisfied.
"Do you have to worry about dancing?"
"It's too ugly. It pollutes my eyes. If you want to continue dancing, I will let you jump directly to your death."
I heard the witch lady give an ultimatum.
Locke immediately stopped dancing and looked at his proficiency level. It had changed from 3 at the beginning to 8. He was only 992 times away from completing the advanced task of body coordination.
Hannah wanted to interview the people dancing around her, but unfortunately, even if they danced the same steps as them, they ignored Hannah and just smiled at her.
Seeing that her brother Locke stopped jumping, Hannah also stopped moving. The two looked at each other helplessly and walked out of the strange crowd.
"I saw Mrs. Amore's daughter Liqi. She, like everyone else, can only giggle and dance. Let's go back and ask Mrs. Amore."
Locke suggested.
Although he didn't say a few words to Lizzie Armor, the girl often peeked at him and left a deep impression on him.
Hannah nodded, "Let's take her back and ask Mrs. Armor."
As they spoke, the two squeezed into the crowd again and forcibly took away the unconscious Lizzie Armor.
Returning to the third floor of Old Tom's apartment, he knocked on the door of Mrs. Armor's house next door.
Lisa, who looked pale, opened the door. She was Mrs. Armor's youngest daughter.
She had two braids, many freckles on her face, and her figure was very thin, as if a gust of wind could blow the girl away.
"Little Lisa, is Mrs. Armor home?"
Hannah asked, holding on to Lizzie who was still dancing.
Lisa looked at her sister in surprise, "Liqi, what's wrong with you?"
Li Qi just giggled, which made Lisa feel frightened.
She immediately turned and called Mrs. Armor,
"Mom, mom, come on, my sister seems to be crazy."
