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John tidied up his equipment a bit, and walked into the town with his backpack on his back. Everything was normal, except for some eyes staring at him occasionally.

This is normal, he is more sensitive to sight, and it is normal for outsiders to come and be stared at such a place that is almost isolated from the world.Although John felt a little uncomfortable, he still smiled and greeted the people around him.

"Good morning gentlemen!"

"Good morning ma'am."

A ball rolled to John's feet, and John picked it up lightly. Not far away, a group of children were watching him timidly.

"Hey! Little ones, is this yours?"

John shook the ball in his hand, and the children looked at each other, but slowly took a few steps back.

"Okay...well...it seems I'm not very popular?"

John was a little helpless, but also a little curious about this small town. This is a point that can be investigated. Why do people here have a strange attitude towards outsiders?

Is it simply because there are too few outsiders?John shook his head and threw the ball in the direction of the children.

An even stranger thing happened. The children all dispersed, let the ball fall on the ground, and rolled away until it completely stopped in place. After waiting for a long time, only one little boy slowed down. Tun walked over and picked up the ball.

Then, the atmosphere started to pick up again.The children started their play again, and the laughter was filled again.

This is really weird, John walked towards the inside of the town calmly, this place is not simple.

Maybe it can be explained as shyness, but his intuition tells him that there are some tricks in it.But before he could fix those problems, he had to find a place to live.

Generally speaking, such a place with few foreign populations would not have such things as hotels, but to John’s surprise, after walking for a long time, he saw the words Hotel, although it was a bit worn out, it looked nothing Business, but there is an old woman sitting at the front desk.

"It seems that my luck is not bad."

After looking around and confirming that there was nothing wrong, John stepped into the hotel. The weight of an adult man made the wooden floor groan in pain. A small oil lamp.

Doesn't the place look like it's powered on?

John wiped his haircut, there was no electricity, there was thick fog, and the solar storage panels would last for a long time.

"Outsiders? How rare..."

The old woman's voice was very soft, with a strong accent, and it took John a lot of effort to catch it.

"Hello, I want to open a room for five days, hope this place is still open?"

The old woman raised her head slowly, then groped under the counter with both hands, and found out a reading glasses after a long time, put them on tremblingly, and stared at John carefully.

"Huh? Is there something on my face? Someone was staring at me when I came in just now."

"Hello?"

The old woman just stared at John without saying a word, which made John feel a little creepy, even though the other party was just an old woman who needed to wear glasses to see things and was helpless.

"If it's not open, I'll go first? Maybe you can tell me about other hotels in town?"

"..."

"Okay, okay, I'll find it myself, you old man sit here, don't bother."

"Come on, register..."

"Uh?"

Just when John didn't want to waste any more time and was about to leave, the old woman suddenly tremblingly took out a yellowed notebook and a small bottle of ink from under the counter, with a quill pen inserted in the ink bottle.

quill?John had the illusion of time travel by himself.

"name?"

"John."

"Last name?"

"Can I leave out my last name?"

"Hehehe..."

The old woman let out a creepy laugh.

"of course can."

"age?"

"36 years old, I thought you would directly ask for a passport or something?"

"Okay, I'll take you to your room."

"That's all? What about the fee?"

"Come on, stranger..."

John was a little confused, what's the point of registering?A name, an age, no need to show any documents, not even money?

If he was planning to cheat him, then the gun in his backpack was not a vegetarian.

The old woman lifted the oil lamp tremblingly, and took down a large bunch of keys from the side cabinet. The keys were very simple, a bit like opening treasure chests in RPG games.

"This is a place that lovers of the Middle Ages will love."

John complained silently in his heart, and followed the old woman up the stairs. To be honest, seeing the old woman go upstairs, John was really afraid that she would accidentally fall down.

The second floor is a narrow and long corridor, the doors of the rooms are lined up to the right, and there is only a ventilation window at the end. There is a small alley outside, and there is no view, but according to the structure, the room can see the street view.

"The last room, take..."

The old woman took down one of the keys and pointed to the end of the corridor.

"Is there someone living in the front room?"

Without answering John's question, the old woman turned around after handing over the key to John, and went down the stairs tremblingly.

"Damn it, this place is getting weirder."

But generally speaking, it's a good thing for him. The weirder it is, the more problematic it is. It's just that I'm not sure how dangerous it is.John shook the backpack behind him, which contained his various equipment, which made him feel at ease.

Stepping on the creaking floor, John quickly came to the door of his room, and listened to the movement in the door of the room in front of him.

Logically speaking, there should be no people coming to this place. Just now the old lady also said that foreigners are very rare, so there is a high probability that all the rooms in front are empty. Listening to the movement is just John's subconscious vigilance and the old The arrangement of the women is strange.

Listen carefully, there is a rustling sound, John is not sure, maybe the wind is blowing the curtains inside, maybe there are people living in it, after all, the room is open...

There should still be some business, or open a hotel to drink northwest wind?

He took out the key and opened the door of his own room. When he pushed the door open, he was surprised by the inside, which was far from what he had imagined. Very old, but everything is available, a table, a chair, clean glasses, kettle, clean beds, soft quilts, old-fashioned radios, TVs, but the TVs look a little old, or Knob-shaped TV, the screen is probably a black and white TV.

The only downside is that there is no bathroom.

Overall, it's a place to live, and he was lucky enough to find an outlet.

John put down his luggage, and took out his notebook and ballpoint pen. He would often record things on it that he thought were suspicious or needed to be investigated. This has been the case for the past two months. He has recorded a lot before, but unfortunately they are all in vain And back.

After a while of writing and drawing, the time passed quickly, and soon it was noon. John tidied up a little, put a pistol and a knife on his body, and pushed the door out.He needs to find some food and ask for information by the way.

Going down the stairs, John glanced at the counter, and the old lady didn't seem to be in the hotel.

"It's really reassuring, isn't it afraid of things being stolen?"

There's no surveillance in this place.

"Ma'am! Ma'am! Are you there? Ma'am!"

John tentatively shouted, but there was no answer, so it looks like he's gone out?John noticed the registration notebook still on the counter.

After confirming that no one was around, John walked up quickly and gently opened the notebook.

"It's all names, ages, and dates. The last person who stayed here was three months ago?"

"But why are some of these names ticked, some have nothing, and some are crossed out? Is it just a matter of habit? Or does it represent some other meaning?"

As a former mercenary, John inevitably had some other thoughts in his mind.

John shook his head, maybe he was too tired and sensitive recently, and he started to think about everything in a complicated way.

Gently closed the notebook, turned around and was about to go out, but saw the old woman standing behind him and staring at him silently, her cloudy eyes were unwavering.

"Shet!"

Even John, who had a strong mental quality, couldn't help but swear, why did the old woman walk without making a sound, and he didn't even notice it!

"Are you going out?"

"Ah... yes... yes."

Peeking was caught, although it might not be something very important, out of politeness, John apologized.

"I'm very sorry ma'am, I just wanted to see if I might have missed any information that wasn't registered."

It's just that the old lady didn't seem to care that he read the register book, and she didn't know if it was because she didn't see it or for some other reason.

"You can go out now, but it's best not to go out at night..."

"why?"

John asked subconsciously.

"The law and order here is not very good. There are no hunters, and the prey will naturally move around."

hunter?prey?What kind of metaphor is this, comparing the bad guys to mice and the police to cats?John naturally thought of this explanation.

"There are no police here?"

"Yes, but the police don't help."

The police don't work?John frowned.

"Understood, thank you, ma'am. By the way, is there a restaurant near here?"

"Go out, turn left, turn right at the intersection."

"OK, thanks!"

Silently keeping the old lady's advice in mind, John walked out of the hotel.

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Volume 64 Fusion Volume: Chapter 13 Chapter [-] There are only zero and countless times of sexual transformation

After drinking and eating, John returned to the hotel with a depressed face.

This meal was not pleasant, although it was much better than eating compressed biscuits on the battlefield. It’s not that there is any problem with the taste, the taste is quite good, but how to say, the boss and chef, just separated The feeling of a dinner table staring at you while eating, if John has a bad temper, he might slap the table and stage a "what are you looking at" sitcom.

The old lady in the hotel seemed to have disappeared again, and she went to nowhere. She called a few times tentatively, but there was still no answer.

But John no longer wanted to go to the counter to look through it.

It would be really embarrassing for Bao Buqi to suddenly appear behind him again. In the final analysis, how an old woman who was trembling when she walked managed to get behind him silently, which puzzled him very much.

Either there was something wrong with the old woman, or something wrong with him, like not being alert enough, or distracted.

John went upstairs, full of doubts, to his room.

Taking out his weapon and putting it on the table, John lay down on the soft bed, covering his face and stroking his thoughts for today.

It's just that there seem to be people living next door, which can be confirmed, it's not the wind blowing the curtains or something.It was the sound of the hammer hammering next door that disturbed John a little.

"Hey! Dude! You're not alone here, are you right? Be quiet!"

John stood up, knocked hard on the wall, and shouted to the next door to make sure that there was no sound from the next door, so John returned to the bed satisfied.

Exhaustion hit like a tide, especially after eating a full meal, and he barely slept last night and kept on driving, John took out his mobile phone and set the alarm clock.

After a while, loud snoring echoed rhythmically in the room.

……

The musty smell first entered the nasal cavity, and the air was filled with water vapor, which made the skin feel thick and sticky.Si You tried hard to open his eyes, but he felt extremely tired all over his body.

This feeling is like lying on the hospital bed, the situation may be slightly better.

"Am I starting to fail the mission? Or am I dreaming?"

"It's not right, the hospital is not so humid, and it's even less likely to smell musty."

"So I'm now tasked with another seriously ill person?"

When the limbs are unable to move, the activity of the brain will be much more active, and the external perception of the five senses will also be much stronger.Si You could clearly hear the sound of breathing not far ahead, the breathing rhythm was very slow, so slow that Si You felt suffocated following the rhythm.

It's not a good start. Someone is in front, but I can't move yet. Isn't this letting others slaughter me?