"Do you have any recommendations?" Zhang Heng did not dwell on the previous question and asked the old man.
"The Gilman Hostel. It has delicious food and soft beds," the old man replied. "I can take you there." He then turned around and walked away as if telling Zhang Heng to follow him.
Zhang Heng looked at the church in front of him again. It was obviously not a proper church. Instead, it exuded a sense of madness and evil, just like the town itself.
A black figure wearing a golden crown and wrapped in a strange robe flashed across the huge pillared auditorium. Zhang Heng could not tell what the man looked like under the robe.
While Zhang Heng was delayed, the old man had already walked a short distance. He stopped, turned around, and stared at Zhang Heng with his protruding eyes, like a toad.
Zhang Heng thought for a while and decided to follow the old man. The latter was the only person in this town who took the initiative to talk to him, although he wasn't willing to answer every question.
"Do you know me?" Zhang Heng caught up with the old man and asked, "What time is it now?"
"July 15th, 1927." The old man finally answered another question.
It was about the same time as Zhang Heng estimated when he first came here. Zhang Heng subconsciously looked at the watch on his right hand, but this time, he found that the starfish that accompanied him at all times was not on his wrist.
Perhaps it was because he had gotten used to the watch's constant accompaniment that he even forgot to count it in when he first came here to check the game items. However, he did not panic. First of all, today's midnight had passed, and there was still quite some time before the next midnight arrived. The extra 24 hours were unlikely to be of any use to him.
Secondly, he was no longer an ordinary person when he first entered this dungeon. The long list of high-level skills had become a part of him. Even if he did not rely on game items, he could protect himself.
In addition, he could not say that he had no game items at all. At least, he still had the four pieces of the Shadow Moment. Even the depleted Shadow Moment seemed to have regained its vitality in this strange place. However, Zhang Heng did not have time to check it for the time being.
He continued to follow the old man while trying to collect some information. "I saw that you are preparing for a celebration. What are you celebrating?"
"Oh, it's just an ordinary traditional sacrifice. Don't take it to heart."
"Really? Do you know how to get out of here?"
The old man paused. "The train stopped a long time ago. It will take a long time to walk, and this area is not safe. If you want to leave, you can take a bus. It leaves at eight o 'clock every night, but …"
"But what?"
"But not tonight, because the driver is also preparing for the celebration, so the car won't start tonight."
"What about the horse?"
"There are no horses in the town," replied the old man in a hoarse voice. "They were kept in the early days, but the animals did not seem to like the place, and were so restless at night, that we were obliged to sell them." Then he turned his head. "Are you going away?"
"Leave? No, I'm just asking, "Zhang Heng said.
He was not lying. Of course, Zhang Heng could see that no matter the reason, the old man wanted him to stay in the Gilman Hostel tonight. Coincidentally, Zhang Heng also wanted to see what would happen if he stayed in that hostel. Zhang Heng had already planned to investigate this place. Even if the bus, the only way to contact the outside world, left tonight, he would not leave.
Of course, he wasn't a fool. When he first met the old man, she said, "You … are finally here?" He could tell that this so-called traditional sacrifice had something to do with him.
So tonight would be very interesting.
Zhang Heng continued to chat with the old man, trying to see if he could get more useful information out of him. The old man still answered his questions selectively as before. Zhang Heng could see that he was carefully avoiding the core secrets of this place, especially those related to the celebration that night.
However, Zhang Heng still managed to get something out of him. For example, a hundred years ago, the houses that were now abandoned and collapsed were once full of people. Coupled with the fact that the economy was booming at that time, this place was once very lively. It could even be called a city.
Ships would dock at the harbor, and sailors would go ashore to have fun. Trains would also come here, bringing goods and immigrants from other cities, and carrying away the fish and shrimp that the townspeople had caught. There was also a gold refinery in town, and it was a profitable business.
However, after the civil war, business began to decline, and the economic situation continued to deteriorate. People could not see the future. Not long after that, people began to disappear. At first, it was only a few, but more and more people went missing. At the same time, as a group of newborns slowly grew up, some people began to change their appearance. The old man was one of them.
When he said this, he seemed to be secretly observing the changes on Zhang Heng's face with his cloudy eyes. However, to his disappointment, Zhang Heng did not react to his words. There was no surprise, fear, or joy. The old man just gestured for him to continue.
At this time, the old man stopped and said, "This is the place."
Zhang Heng looked up and saw a domed building. Like the other houses here, this domed building could not escape the fate of decay. The three words "Gilman" on the signboard had been worn away, and the walls were peeling. Moss and mold could be seen on the walls.
A similar hostel in any other town would probably not attract any tourists. However, according to the old man, this was the only place left in the town where outsiders could rest. When Zhang Heng stepped into the rather shabby hall, he had to doubt the two selling points that the old man had mentioned — delicious food and soft beds.
Fortunately, other than being a little surly and eccentric, the male staff at the front desk looked relatively normal.
"Room 427, one dollar." He put down the dirty old newspaper in his hand. "It's a busy day today. I didn't expect to have two guests."
"Someone else is staying here tonight?" The old man was a little surprised.
"Yes, something happened in town earlier …" He suddenly stopped halfway and looked at Zhang Heng.
The latter rummaged through all his pockets, looked up, and said, "Sorry, I may not have money with me."
"…"
The old man and the male staff looked at each other.
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