Follow the sign for Dog Town and drive into a wide valley.
The colorful sunset illuminated the golden poplar forest, the winding road, and a river flowing from the top of the mountains into the valley.
The spring water and the river water mix together and wash the river bed, and the stone slabs have been washed away and become rusty, which shows that they have been there for a long time.
On both sides of the river, small houses with red roofs and white walls are nestled tightly against the green hills like matchboxes. They don't look ostentatious, but they make people feel warm, comfortable and natural.
In the idyllic and quiet evening, white smoke columns floated out from the long chimneys on the red roofs. The townspeople finished their work and began to prepare sumptuous dinners for their families.
But in such a wonderful town, there is something not so harmonious.
The air of the entire town is filled with hair of different lengths and a faint body odor. In the yard of every house lies a watchdog: Rottweiler, Doberman, German Shepherd..., standing up alertly. Ears, a pair of eyes as wide as light bulbs, barking enthusiastically at the Jaguar driven by Dean, greeting him from the sidelines.
…
The two of them walked around the town, and before the sun set, they arrived at the Angel Bar in the west of Dog Town. They sat in front of the bar and looked around.
Under the deep red lights and dynamic melody, the townspeople sat at small tables drinking, chatting and enjoying dinner, which was very lively.
Dean found that their clothing was obviously different from people in the city. They were dressed in coarse cloth, including clothes, trousers, hats and boots. Most of them were dark or gray, with patches or coarse cloth patterns on them. They looked very simple. , like a farm worker.
Some were also wearing khaki vests, revealing muscular arms and dark chest hair, full of original flavor.
Moreover, a quarter of these townspeople have plump cheeks, exceptionally clear facial features, extremely long eyebrows and eyelashes, thick hair, yellow skin, and appear to be of Indian origin.
Dean was friendly but also a little surprised. This ratio was abnormally high, "Man, Dog Town is an Aboriginal reservation?"
Kayden shook his head, "From what I learned in history class, this is not a reservation."
Dean frowned, covered his eyes with life energy again, and looked through everyone in the bar.
The result was unsatisfactory.
Although there are a few who are in good physical condition and emit strong white light, they are still within the range of ordinary people and are far inferior to Kaiden, the werewolf wearing human skin.
"What do you want, two little darlings?"
At this time, a young female bartender wearing a striped shirt and jeans walked to the bar and interrupted their observation with her tongue out loud.
Dean and Caiden looked at her misty drunken eyes and her beautiful red cheeks, and smiled at each other. This was the first time they saw a bartender who got them drunk.
"Eight special dinners, one beer, one bottle of juice."
"Bafen?" The woman was excited, her blurred eyes suddenly clearing up, and she stretched out two fingers, "If I hadn't been drunk, there would only be two of you."
"We have a big appetite, so I'll make sure we finish everything." Kaiden said with a smile.
"Then pray, but if you dare to waste it, I will throw you all out." The female bartender waved her fist in a pretentious manner, turned around and walked into the kitchen, and quickly took out eight dinner plates and lined them up on the table - —
Arkansas-style onion chili sauce, yellow fried pickled cucumbers, light green fried pickled dill, fried catfish, and sizzling venison sausage exude a complex aroma.
Dean took a bite of the venison sausage with the spicy and sour pickled cucumbers. The meat was firm and had a unique aroma, a bit like beef.
Caiden also begins Operation Disc.
"So you have just arrived in Dog Town after a long journey, right?" The female bartender took a sip of beer after seeing the two of them eating well, wiped the shiny wine stains from the corners of her mouth, and asked with a smile,
"You guessed it right." Kaiden nodded.
"Why?" The bartender glanced at the two people's faces and tangled up his long burgundy hair. "Very few people come to this kind of mountainous area."
"Don't you think the autumn scenery in Dog Town is beautiful and suitable for traveling?" Dean said with a smile, "We plan to visit the town and stay for a few days and take some beautiful photos. Do you have a cost-effective hotel? recommend?"
"The second floor of the bar is my hotel. If you are willing, I can get you a discount." The bartender winked at the two handsome guys and suddenly looked behind them.
…
Seven or eight strong men wearing khaki vests, thick long black hair, and obvious Indian features walked over from the table in the corner, sitting on the left and right next to Dean and Caiden.
A pair of bright eyes, like a pack of wolves sizing up their prey, scrutinized the two people's pupils, one black and one blue, and the empty plates piled high in front of them.
There was an atmosphere of tension in the air.
Caiden raised his eyebrows and tightened his grip on the knife in his hand.
Dean gave him a calm look and calmly raised a glass of light brown apple juice towards the strong men, "Make friends, have a drink?"
The leader, a tall man with tall cheekbones and a majestic face, raised his beer bottle and touched it with him, and said with a smile,
"Friends who have come from afar, I like your character and good appetite, so I would like to give you a friendly suggestion. When you are traveling, please do not climb over the barbed wire fence around the town without permission and sneak into the mountains."
"Why, what's the danger?" Kaiden stacked the third bare plate into a tower of Hanoi, and then dragged the last set of dinner plates filled with meat.
"The mountains are the territory of wolves. You have never seen them before. They are larger than gray wolves. They are overrun in groups and will come out to hunt even during the day." The man's tone became solemn, with warning in his eyes, "If you If you run around, even if you have a gun, you may be eaten by wolves until your bones are left..."
Dean and Caiden were not afraid at all when they heard this. Instead, they exchanged excited looks.
They came here just to find things related to werewolves, and weren't the wolves on the mountain a ready clue?
The system progress was shocked, jumping from 10% to 12%.
"Thanks for the reminder." Dean asked again, "If you say wolves are dangerous, then the town doesn't organize citizens to hunt them?"
The companions around the man's eyes darkened when they heard this, with a trace of unwillingness and aggrievedness appearing on their faces.
"How can humans compete with nature?" The man shook his head, and his disheveled black hair swayed, "The mountains around Dog Town are endless, and the wolves in the mountains are killing endlessly. Moreover, they are particularly cunning and vindictive. Once anyone If you dare to take action, you will be severely punished."
"Recently, food has been scarce in the mountains, so these beasts can't help but sneak out of the barbed wire fence at night and attack the livestock and poultry on the farm near the town. So it's best not to run around at night."
Dean and Caiden nodded heavily,
"Okay, that's it for now, I won't disturb you two, Ivana, their accounts will be charged to me!"
The big man took one last deep look at the two of them, turned around and left the bar with a group of brothers.
"Don't take it to heart, Connor's father is the town's police chief, so he occasionally takes charge of security issues and reminds outsiders to pay attention to safety." The female bartender quickly explained, "Actually, he wants strong young people like you to stay. Settle down and add new blood to the town."
"I understand, but the wolf plague in the town has always been so serious?" Dean asked,
The bartender smoothed his red hair, "As long as I can remember, wolves will come down the mountain to hunt for food every year when food is scarce, so many families in the town keep dogs to look after their houses..."
"No wonder it's called Dog Town." Kaiden sighed,
"But you don't have to worry too much. There have been no wolf attacks on humans in the town for more than ten years."
…
After having enough wine and food, the two followed the bartender Ivana up to the second floor, took a tour, and chose a clean and simple double room with windows.
Dean closed the door and stood by the window, looking at the empty dark street below, and discussed with Caiden who was changing clothes behind him.
"What are your plans next?"
"Our identities are relatively sensitive and it is not appropriate to reveal our purpose to outsiders. We can only investigate by ourselves. Let's go around the town a few times tomorrow morning. Maybe I can get some familiar inspiration." A trace of expectation appeared on Kaiden's handsome face, " In the afternoon, I will quietly go up the mountain to search to see if the thing harassing the town is a wolf or... other werewolves. If it is a werewolf, we can try to contact it to learn about my life experience."
"Just do as you say... By the way, can you werewolves order ordinary wolves?" Dean suddenly asked a question he had never considered before,
Caiden closed his eyes and listened to the voice in his head, "I can't do it. I can only make the wolves afraid of me."
"Then try again tomorrow." Dean said, opening the window and standing on the window sill. "You stay in the house tonight, and I'll fly out and walk around the town. I always feel like this place Something’s wrong.”
After saying that, without waiting for Caiden to agree, Dean jumped out of the window.
"Why can't the werewolf have an extra pair of wings?" Kaiden looked at him with envy as he flew into the night, and then a touch of uncontrollable joy appeared on his handsome face. He put one hand on his twisting waist and raised the other hand flexibly above his head. He twisted his wrist and danced happily, "Haha! No need to train tonight, I am finally free from the damn hell!"
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The moon appeared in the thin clouds, and a black shadow streaked across the dark sky of Dog Town. Like a predatory owl, it passed silently past the houses with flickering lights and the barking of dogs from time to time.
Dean searched along both sides of the river that ran through the town using a God's perspective.
The whole town is equipped with hospitals, schools, and police stations, but strangely there is no church.
At ten o'clock in the evening, most families are watching the most popular soap operas on TV. There are also young couples enjoying intimacy and tenderness, or gray-haired old people sitting by the fireplace reading newspapers and looking at the waning moon outside the window with nostalgia. Lost youth.
Dean discovered a sensitive point. Shotguns were placed in the houses he observed. There were also several two-man teams patrolling around the town with guns on their backs. Among them was Connor, the tall man who reminded him in the bar. .
The town is extremely well-defended.
"To prevent werewolves, do we need so many people? But to prevent werewolves, there are not even enough people to fill the gap between teeth." Dean flew to the roof of a building on the west side and inadvertently let go of his God's perspective, his eyelids twitching.
What's happening here?
In the yard outside the house, a Dewey with shiny black fur and erect ears came out of the dog house and barked at the door.
God's perspective looking in through the door.
The living room was dark with no lights on. Only the open refrigerator light in the kitchen shed a little light, illuminating an old man with gray hair and an "orange peel" face wearing cotton pajamas.
He held a piece of bright red, uncooked venison in his hands that looked like chicken claws and devoured it hungrily. He looked so manic that his eyes were bloodshot, and he made loud sounds and biting sounds from his mouth. He swallowed greedily and squirted all over his mouth. He was drooling and his movements were so exaggerated that his facial features were distorted.
In less than two minutes, a piece of raw venison as big as a palm was completely destroyed by the old man. He stuck out his tongue and licked the remaining minced meat from the palm of his hand and the corner of his mouth.
He took a long breath, revealing a deep sense of satisfaction. The bloodshot eyes faded away, and the beast-like face became old and kind.
He turned on the kitchen faucet, slowly washed away the blood on his body, returned to the bedroom, covered himself with a quilt and snored.
The Doberman outside the house seemed to know that the owner had returned to normal, stopped barking, and retreated back into the dog house to sleep.
"Why does this old man get up to eat meat at night and look so crazy while eating? Is he sleepwalking?"
Dean couldn't figure out what a strange situation this was, so he wrapped his eyes with life energy and looked through it. He found that the old man's body was dazzling with white light, and his life strength was 20% stronger than that of a healthy adult. The appearance is extremely mismatched.
Dean looked solemn and continued to search door to door.
The situation was more complicated than he expected.
From ten o'clock in the evening to two o'clock in the morning, he searched thousands of homes in the entire town, but did not find any wild wolves eating livestock.
Instead, it was found that 53 houses were eating fresh venison and mutton. The townspeople who ate it included the elderly, young adults, and children. Their expressions and movements when eating were surprisingly exaggerated, crazy, and terrifying.
Like a man possessed.
Some "sleepwalkers" experience convulsions, excessive salivation, and inexplicable screams when swallowing.
The other part was accompanied by family members when they were sleepwalking, looking at them with sad and helpless eyes as if they were patients.
But from the perspective of life, their life intensity is generally a small amount stronger than that of their peers.
"So this is not sleepwalking, but some kind of group symptom. Rabies? No, rabies will not improve physical fitness." Dean looked thoughtfully at the "Call of the Wild" event, and the progress quietly increased from 10% to 10%. Two jumped to 15 percent.
"There are more than a thousand households with two to three thousand residents, and more than fifty people with symptoms were found in the middle of the night. The probability is not low. Will the infection continue?"
Dean felt an inexplicable sense of urgency.
"We have to figure out what these symptoms are. Well, Caiden might know something."
He turned around and flew to the guest room on the second floor of the bar, while going over the clues he collected today in his mind——
There are only two things that can trigger progress changes:
1. There are so many wolves in the mountains outside Dog Town that they are overrun.
2. Some residents in Dog Town have strange eating behaviors.
(End of chapter)
