By the window on the third floor, Zhang Zimin was looking out of the window.

Unlike the hidden wailing of zombies in the city, it only has the meaning of empty mangosteen, which seems very empty and quiet. Assuming that it is not something that makes people's scalp tingling, this is definitely a good place.

Although it is not a paradise in the doomsday, it is indeed a good environment for literary youth to bask in the sun and stare at daze.

The premise is: there must be one or several trustworthy friends around you, not a pretty weird woman!

"She's really weird."

Now she was standing behind her and looking at Zhang Zimin curiously, so Zhang Zimin holds this view.

I can't relax even if I want to relax, and I can't do anything to her. I can't hang her up because of the weirdness, right? This point is exactly the difference between Zhang Zimin and this place, and even the source of strength to move forward bravely.

The sun is getting more and more slanted in the evening, and it is almost setting.

The strange woman said behind Zhang Zimin: "Do you think this place is beautiful?"

Zhang Zimin looked back at her in a horror, "You're not sick in your brain? Why do you think this place is beautiful?"

Zhang Zimin was intentionally impolite, with the goal of seeing her reaction to the word "brain is sick"?

Assuming she herself, or her son is a psychopath, maybe she will react particularly to this sentence.

However, she did not show too much expression, and walked over to the window together and pointed to a wilderness in the distance: "If you come during the transition from spring to summer, you can see that the trees are full of red from this place. But now they are empty because of the falling flowers. The wind is strong in winter and spring, and it will also appear more bleak and rolling with the wind."

Zhang Zimin is very sure that she is really ill because she is chanting poems on this quiet hill of the doomsday, where the sun is about to set. No matter how literary, it is, it is impossible for literary, to reach this point.

But I can't hang her up and pump her for this, which makes me feel a little frustrated. I don't know what to do?

Zhang Zimin stopped staying at the window and walked away to sit down. Only then did she start to close the window and pull up three layers of curtains to cover it.

Judging from his actions, Nie Feng is a talented and brave person. Now Zhang Zimin can't help but wonder, if it were him, what would he do when facing this strange woman?

In addition to being a little poetic and surprising, this woman also has a bit of a sense of emotion in the world. She looks like she is familiar with each other. Without asking Zhang Zimin what she wants, she found a small candle to light it at the table, and then sat opposite Zhang Zimin in the faint light.

But she also seemed to be worried.

"You seem to have lived in this place for a long time?"

Zhang Zimin began to guide sexual conversation, wanting to see if she would lie on this issue.

If Ren Xiaolei or Tang Li said something, he might ask back, "What do you want to hear me?"

However, the woman's answer was strange: "I used to be a tour guide... I liked to walk everywhere. I was always busy during the peak tourist season and couldn't take care of my family. My son threw it to the two neighbors next door with me, and gave the two elderly people 3,000 yuan a month."

"So what?" Zhang Zimin was a little confused.

"So for a while, my son was very unfamiliar with me and regarded the old couple's family as his home. Even if I occasionally go back, he would say, 'I'm going home for dinner', or 'I'm going home to go to bed, Mom, see you tomorrow'."

She whispered.

Zhang Zimin wrinkled.

She continued: "Do you know what a mother feels like when she hears her son say this?"

"I don't know, I've never been a mother. Then what?" Zhang Zimin became curious about her.

She looked at the ceiling with some memories and said, "Later, for a while, even during the off-season of tourism, I rarely went home. I had no place to live, so I rented a house outside. I cheated two rookies with utilitarianism, but later, I fell into the hands of a bearded man. After all the money was cheated, I had to go home."

"After I got home, I took my son over and took care of him. He was very repulsive and had a great impact on him, but I had no choice but to continue paying for my son's custody fee. I could only collect it myself."

This was her last remark, and she looked like she was not going to speak.

Zhang Zimin's expression became strange, "I'm afraid there will be a reversal? Is there a turning point that ordinary people cannot guess?"

She glanced at Zhang Zimin, thought for a while and said, "Some of them, the old couple seemed to have feelings for my son, and suggested that they continue to take my son, saying that the child could not eat much, so it was free."

Zhang Zimin hesitated and said, "Let me guess, the old couple has no descendants and is not young anymore. So you are utilitarian again and ask your son to go and collect them. You think of it: the houses of the old couple will belong to the future?"

She actually smiled and asked again, "You are really right, am I a scumbag?"

Zhang Zimin tilted his head and thought, "It's a bit bad, but so far at least I think you are a normal person and not a psychopath."

She was stunned and stared at Zhang Zimin for a long time.

Yes, it just so happens that her philanthropic utilitarianism is not considered by Zhang Zimin to be mentally ill.

However, she raised her son like that, and the teenager would not be surprised at all. In addition, she was not a local and lived in this place. Now Zhang Zimin must have: something happened to her son. Before the disaster, she was forced to treat her in the mental hospital where the back wall collapsed.

The question now is: Is she the mother of one of the thirteen devils?

If so, what should I do?

Next, the communication was temporarily stopped. Zhang Zimin did not rush to ask about some things, and tried to observe them by himself.

It's time. Now there should be no light outside, and it's completely dark.

The woman got up and left. When she came back, she brought two bottles of canned fruits and asked Zhang Zimin, "Do you want the flavor of Yin peach or the flavor of honey peach?"

Is there any choice?

I took a random cherry-flavored one and confirmed that I had not opened it before. Zhang Zimin quickly opened it and ate it.

She also asked Zhang Zimin if he wanted wine, saying it was homemade wine.

"I won't drink." Zhang Zimin shook his head.

So she poured Lao Baigan herself and drank it herself.

While eating canned food, Zhang Zimin's feet were touched by her under the table.

Not sure whether it was intentional or unintentional, so Zhang Zimin simply asked directly: "Do you want to see how thrilled I react to touch? In order to judge me?"

She didn't answer, and while eating canned food, she sometimes took a sip of Lao Baigan, and the amount was still quite large in each sip. It showed that she had a big stick of alcohol. Perhaps the stimulation of the past caused her to numb herself with alcohol?

The smell of wine is indeed the local wine in this place. Misha’s house once had such wine.

And the Misha's house happens to be next to this building, very close to it.

"By the way, aren't you afraid of coming to such a place alone and sitting and drinking with me?"

She suddenly looked curious, and her face looked even more weird under the support of the candlelight.

Zhang Zimin looked at her and said, "No matter how brave it is, it is definitely false to say that you are not afraid. But the fear in your heart is never the point. The point is what kind of person people choose to become when they face pressure and fear? The reason why I sit and talk to a drunkard girl in this ghost place is because there is a pond a mile away and a pond of unjust souls inside. Do you know this?"

She showed some expressions of color change, and subconsciously turned her head to look at the direction of the window, as if she knew she couldn't see it, but she wanted to know if there was something outside the window.

The small candle that was so close to her, the yellowed dim light flashed, which was a sign of swaying in the cold wind. But this was not because of the cold wind in the silent hill, but because of her slightly heavy breathing.

To be honest, with her expression, the flashing candle almost scared Zhang Zimin to jump up.

Whether humans or animals, the source of fear lies in the unknown and not knowing what will happen. But you can't do anything about it.

After being silent, Shaoqing said, "I also discovered that there is something strange about the pond. I just... I don't know who made it."

"Do I believe your words?" Zhang Zimin asked curiously.

"Did I make you believe it?" She was a little unhappy. "I asked you to stay here and give you canned food because you are a rescue team. But it doesn't mean I will cooperate with you."

Zhang Zimin breathed a little relieved, "You finally acted a little normal."

She was stunned, "Seldom people say I'm normal."

Zhang Zimin was also stunned, "Seldom people talk like you."

She leaned closer and said in a lower voice: "When you were patrolling the streets before, you saw the building next to me in the east. Is the steel door of the house deformed?"

Zhang Zimin nodded, "I discovered it. I have seen all the details I should read."

She said again, "Then have you paid attention? There is a crooked neck tree in front of the deformed steel door?"

Zhang Zimin frowned. This is indeed true. And she actually refers to the Misha family.

Zhang Zimin calmed down and asked, "Are you scaring tourists like a tour guide to interact?"

She shook her head seriously and said, "No, I just stated a phenomenon. I suspect that all the weirdness in this place is closely related."

I wanted to blame her for being verbally verbally, but Zhang Zimin endured it again when he spoke.

To a certain extent, what she said makes sense. She is not a person here. In fact, she travels everywhere and has seen many people and things. Such people are people who are not prone to mental illnesses. People who are blocked and do not come into contact with people are the hardest hit areas of this type of disease.

It might be better to understand her words as: This relatively exclusive and obscure original natives in small places are a relatively feudal superstitious group?

It would be a little clear to follow her words.

Could it be...a Feng Shui bureau or sacrifice with cult thinking?

The crooked tree, coupled with the catastrophic environment, was regarded as a kind of enlightenment by some extremely mental madman, and thus led to the pond incident?!

What exactly is the situation? You can't rely on guessing and need to investigate. This is the purpose of staying.

This purpose leads to the more stressed you feel, the more feared you feel. Some elements in your body begin to spread continuously. They are not real power, but they are like the origin of some power?
Chapter completed!