Midnight Restaurant

Chapter 170 Sorcery
I looked at the proprietress in a daze, hoping that she could act as an interpreter for me.

Although she looked at me and smiled mysteriously, as if she had something on her mind, she didn't refuse my request.

Picking up the diary, flipping through a few pages, he said, "Since you don't admit that this person is, let's just call him someone who looks the same as you..."

"It's just that they look alike..." I had black lines all over my face.

The proprietress continued: "The photos you saw and this person who looks like you are all members of a religious organization. The name of this religion has not been mentioned, but it is marked by the Arabic numeral 13. For the time being Let's call it 13 teaching."

My face was full of black lines after hearing this, 13 teaches, right?The name of this teacher is quite B!
The proprietress turned two more pages and continued: "And this person who is very similar to you is the founder of this religious organization. His name is Vijay, which can be transliterated as Vijay. The origin of the name should be Sanskrit, which means to conquer As you can see, he looks the same as you, so he is of the yellow race. It was not easy for the yellow race to establish a religious organization abroad and develop a large number of believers, unless there are some convincing people. ability."

When the word "capability" was said, the proprietress looked at me deeply, and I felt something was wrong at that time.

"Ability, what ability?"

The proprietress smiled at me at this time, picked up the thick diary, turned two pages back, pointed to the photo of the small village and said: "This is the English town where Wei Jie was born. The specific name is mentioned in the diary, but I don’t have this place name in my memory... But it’s not important, what’s important is that this person who looks exactly like you was adopted here in 1788.”

"Sister Lan, stop!" I hurriedly made a stop gesture to the proprietress. I really couldn't listen to this person's nonsense, so I hurriedly said, "Sister Lan, did you mispronounce the date? Was it adopted in 1788? I I remember looking at some other photos just now, when this kid asked this group of people to take pictures, making it look like a cult ceremony, was it in 1883? You mean the kid in this photo is almost 100 years old?"

"I read it right, listen to me. I said that this person is very capable, otherwise a yellow man would not create a religious organization in a white world." The proprietress took the diary to her side, thinking He continued: "After this child was adopted by his adoptive parents, he has grown up to about [-] years old. Before that, he was very ordinary, but after that, something happened in the small town..."

The proprietress said a lot later, which was very complicated. The specific summary is that in the year after this kid, it was rumored that there were witches in the town, who used magic to harm people and so on.It just so happened that there was a strange plague at that time, which made people unconscious and bit anyone they saw. It sounded like rabies.

Because this town is relatively remote and slightly backward, the villagers decided to use the method of identifying witches passed down hundreds of years ago to hunt down witches in the whole town, and burn all those captured alive who could be identified as witches to death.But these people underestimated the fighting power of witches.

Among them, there is no serious priest who can deal with witches. The final result is that not only did not burn a witch to death, but many people were killed by the witches.

Originally, there were only a few people in that place, but now it seems that the species is about to become extinct. The remaining people cried and knelt down to worship the witch, begging the witch to let her go and so on.

But the witch didn't have any sympathy, so it was hot at the time, and I was so hot when you wanted to kill me. When you wanted to kill me, I begged me now, let you go to the big city to hire awesome people Are the priests killing me?So the witch began to clean up the rest of the town.

Just when the witch killed the adopted boy named Vijay's house, she kicked the iron board.

And when the proprietress said this, it was also when I was the most confused.

"... Guess what kind of iron board the witch kicked?"

I raised my eyebrows: "No, I don't know."

I shook my head.

The proprietress smiled and pointed to a passage in the diary: "...Master Vijay looked at the devil indifferently. Everyone thought that Master Vijay's family would be engulfed by the hellfire ignited by the devil just like everyone else. But, the flames went out, and the devil didn't move."

I raised my eyebrows, and my heart sank: "No, not moving? Why didn't she move?"

The proprietress closed the diary, leaned very close to me, and softly uttered five words: "I'm locked down."

shit...

Let alone my mood at the time, I was completely stunned. She looks just like me, and even has my ultimate move!

Difficult... Could it be that this person is really me?But it’s impossible. I’ve been living since I was a child, and my memory has never been broken. My parents can testify, as well as my family and relatives. Something is wrong. There is still a problem with this matter!

At this time, the proprietress continued: "Then, the villagers burned to death the witch who couldn't move for no reason, and Vijay succeeded in becoming a hero. Later, because the witch killed too many people, these people had too much resentment, He became an evil spirit, endangering the town and its neighboring towns, and the young man used his special ability to save many people. As for how to establish a religious organization later, it is too troublesome to talk about."

"Okay, okay, don't talk..." I frowned, feeling a little dizzy.

The proprietress didn't bother me anymore, but put the diary on the table, turned around, and continued to read books, looking at other books on the shelf.The proprietress seems to be very interested in these books.

And I fell into a deep bewilderment.

In the end, I was still sober. No matter why that kid had the same face and ability as me, I insisted that it would be fruitless.But now I still want to know a question, this question is very critical.

So, I walked behind the proprietress: "Sister Lan, what is the relationship between this man-eating foreigner and this religious organization more than 100 years ago? Why did he have these books, photos, why did he eat people? Also, vine It is said that her father lived here for a while, and her mother said, is there any record in these books?"

The proprietress flipped through the books and said, "That foreigner, he is a believer in this religion. These books are collected by him. As for the diary, it was passed down orally by others, and he recorded it. The photos are collected by him through various means." ... In a word, he is your fanatic."

"Don't make trouble, what's mine, maybe it's just a resemblance, how could it be me." I still didn't believe it, and at the same time, I was curious about another question: "Crazy believer? Eh?! Sister Lan, what about her cannibalism... "

At this time, the proprietress took out another book and put it in front of me: "You guessed it right, he cannibalizes people, and he is also related to this religious organization. Hehe, he is actually a cult."

As she spoke, the proprietress opened the book, which seemed to record something she was particularly interested in, and made her, a woman who seldom frowns, frown slightly: "It records some sorcery, and it's not Western sorcery. It's the Gu art and head drop that are very popular in Southeast Asia nowadays. For example, the reason why this foreigner cannibalizes people is because he is practicing... Hey, flying head drop? But the content of the record is completely wrong, Tossing around, hehe, practicing until death is also a waste."

The proprietress is not talking to me now, but talking to herself.

I frowned.

Finally, the proprietress raised her head and looked at me with a smile: "No wonder the executioner must take you away, young man, I can't see that you are still the leader of a cult, and you have committed a heinous crime. You must go to hell after death."

"No, it's none of my business, I..."

Well, I am also confused.

What the hell is going on here?
Can't someone who understands come out and explain it to me?

In the following time, the proprietress talked to me about how this church changed from a serious organization that exorcises evil spirits to a cult that promotes and teaches all kinds of sorcery.The proprietress called me one cult leader at a time, which made me so depressed, I even got angry at the end, really, probably because of self-hypnosis, I even felt that the cult leader was me.

Then the proprietress kept muttering about my shameless crimes, so annoying that I picked up the thick diary and was about to stuff it back on the bookshelf, and then forced the proprietress back to Ningnan.

But at this moment, a page suddenly fell out of the diary, which was also a photo. I was not in the mood to read it, but just wanted to pick it up.But it happened to rush straight up, so I saw a group photo of two people, the person who looked exactly like me, and a foreign man, holding something like a scepter together.Standing shoulder to shoulder, the status is obviously the same.

Besides, this foreign man looks a little familiar... Hiss, yes, he appeared in my dreams several times.

shit...

My heart sank, yes!The dream image came out again. Doesn't this mean that the change of direction is confirmed? Is this really my memory?

I quickly stuffed the photos in, and then threw the book back on the shelf: "Okay, okay, Sister Lan, let's go, I'm really sleepy."

The proprietress waved at me, but instead of continuing to read, she put down the book, leaned slightly, and sneered at the corner of her mouth: "Young man, it seems that someone is coming, and he is not kind."

I raised my eyebrows: "Huh?"

As soon as our words fell, I really heard the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs, and there were more than one.

"You two, how long have you been in? We've been waiting for you up there, waiting so hard, why don't you go up?"

I raised my eyebrows, who is this?The sound is familiar, it seems to be dead, it seems to be...

"It's really him."

The proprietress spit out four words lightly.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"The waiter at the restaurant where we ate today." As she spoke, the proprietress smiled and walked out with graceful steps.

Hearing what the proprietress said, I also realized that it was really that voice!
So, I also followed out.

Sure enough, it was the little waiter!Not only him, but also the men and women who broke into the haunted house that the proprietress and I met during the day. At this moment, there are four people standing in front of us, three men and one woman.But their clothes were quite different from the daytime, not only different, but even made me a little confused.

These clothes... aren't these clothes exactly the same as the clothes in my dream and the photos in the diary? !
(End of this chapter)