That should be the sound of footsteps.
Dull and monotonous.
It came from under the floor, getting closer and closer, and soon appeared in the corridor.
Finally, under the watchful eyes of Lu Li and Darlene, a silver-haired old woman pushed open the glass door. She straightened her hair and walked slowly to the front desk with a kind smile.
"Good morning."
"How can I help you?"
Lu Li walked over quickly, looked at the other person unabashedly, and replied, "Of course, we need two rooms."
If nothing else, the old woman in front of her is Mrs. Pickman. She has exquisite makeup and is dressed in pink. Although she is old and wrinkled, she has an elegant temperament.
[Chop the husband into pieces for the coleslaw]
Frankly, it's hard to connect her to what Darlene is describing.
But isn’t reversal the essence of horror? Maybe she was just in the basement preparing ingredients for today's lunch.
Thinking of this, Lu Li couldn't help but put his right hand on the hilt of the wolf's head sword.
Almost at the same time.
Mrs. Pickman handed over a form and pen and motioned for the residents to register.
Name, age, gender.
Only these three items are very perfunctory.
"My friends and I are on a self-driving trip and took a break in this famous town."
After speaking, Lu Li filled in the information blindly while looking up at the old woman's expression, trying to discern something.
It's a pity that the other party is an experienced actor.
She smiled awkwardly, as if she had heard something unbelievable, frowned and repeated, "Famous?"
Lu Li returned the form filled with false information and nodded with admiration in his tone.
"It is said that the town of Hobbes written by the horror master Sat Kane is based on this place."
"Sart...Sart..."
Mrs. Pickman seemed to have heard this name for the first time, and she spoke a little awkwardly. She scratched her right cheek and asked doubtfully, "Who is he?"
Then, Darlene, the female editor who had been silent all this time, suddenly hugged Lu Li, her body shaking uncontrollably.
"No one will pay attention to this town, it is too remote..."
The explanation came, but Lu Li didn't pay attention. He followed Darlene's line of sight and looked -
The oil painting hanging on the wall.
Not the slightest change.
However, Lu Li asked very alertly, "What happened to it just now?"
"Maybe I'm... dazzled? The woman in the painting suddenly turned around and stared here."
Darlene hesitated.
At this time, Mrs. Pickman glanced at the two of them as if she were looking at a madman, forced a smile on her face, and said warmly, "I'll get the keys for you."
Without waiting for a reply, he turned around.
Doing so really breaks the current predicament.
Since he couldn't see anything unusual, Lu Li averted his eyes and continued to try to talk to the old woman to get clues. "There is no network signal here, so you can't pay online, so how about swiping your credit card?"
"We don't have any cash lying around."
In fact, this time Lu Li was careful and paid attention to Darlene while talking.
At this moment, she was attracted to oil paintings again.
Subconsciously, he let out a low cry and almost immediately pushed Lu Li with his hand.
The old lady clutched two keys and turned around, "Oh, I saw that you two are from the city..."
Her words were ignored again.
Without Darlene's reminder, Lu Li instantly turned his head and stared at the oil painting. He found that the content of the painting had changed. The couple was staring here instead of looking at each other affectionately.
Without any hesitation, Lu Li walked over quickly and lit a cigarette on the way.
This time, Mrs. Pickman's expression finally changed. She rolled her eyes and raised her voice to dissuade, "Sir, smoking is prohibited in the hotel because my husband doesn't like the smell of smoke."
Unfortunately, Lu Li didn't care about her words unless the old woman was willing to show her true colors.
"Sart Kane?"
no respond.
The couple in the oil painting remain in the same position as they are, as if that's the way they are.
"Do you two know where this guy is?"
"..."
Seeing that the man in the painting was determined to pretend to be dead, Lu Li picked up the drawing board and checked if there was any mechanism behind it. Then he raised his cigarette butt and pressed it.
The fire started and went out.
Then, the scene changed!
The originally calm and pleasant background turned into a dark green, which is reminiscent of the algae on the deep sea floor. The couple's faces also began to fester, with a large number of herpes appearing, and the flesh and blood were blurred.
They were wailing silently.
In the end, it turned into two pink monsters with long tentacles all over the body. Only the upper limbs could barely be related to humans. It was lying on the ground, staring at the center of the lake, where a church exuding an ominous atmosphere stood.
"very funny."
Seeing this, Lu Li came to the front desk with a cane like a child who had succeeded in a prank, "Mrs. Pickman, what do you think?"
The old woman lowered her head, smiled, and continued to act stupid. No, maybe in her opinion, the two guests were crazy.
The female editor Darlene was at a loss. She felt like a blur in front of her eyes, and the man who had the ability to protect her disappeared out of thin air.
"One of the most famous writers of this century, Sat Kane, wrote a book."
As he spoke, Lu Li had already pulled out the simple and sharp Sadhu Sword, jumped into the front desk, and put it on the old woman's neck. "The book said that an old woman named Pickman went crazy and chopped her husband into pieces." Shredded and mixed with cabbage.”
The blade cuts into the skin, and blood oozes if it goes any further.
"For now, I think the most bad thing you can do is soak your husband's dentures in his private wine stash without his knowledge."
Blood trickled down the skin.
The scene is really scary.
Mrs. Pickman was seen standing there, not daring to move. Darlene, who was not far away, thought of that slap and the terrible scenes she encountered along the way. She instantly put away her sympathy and watched the two people in silence across the counter. Voice.
"Let me see what you are, otherwise, there will be no chance."
Lu Li's eyes were cold and stern, and the blade of the sword entered a little deeper, indicating that he was not joking.
Maybe the next moment, maybe two breaths later, the old woman dropped her head to the ground.
In silence.
The blood flowed more and more.
Soaked pink top.
Suddenly, Mrs. Pickman's head suddenly raised, and her withered and sharp claws struck Lu Li's chest at an extremely fast speed, as if they were both going to die together.
Silver light flashed across!
An arm exuding black mist was raised high and hit the wooden cabinet. Then, it turned into something like an octopus's wrist.
At this point, he was fed up with the endless decryption games and decided to use part of his power to weigh this weird town.
Therefore, when Lu Li saw this scene, he was not surprised but smiled. The ancient sword, which was fused with various mysterious metals, whizzed in the air, spun out in a half arc, and slashed towards the ferocious, human-like head.
On the other side, a large amount of mucus splashed out.
The old woman's old skin cracked, and hundreds of tentacles shot out, swirling, twisting, and roaring.
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