Horror Inn

Auntie did not disappoint us again.

"The young man was named Zhu Xiaosong. After the accident, he really stayed around here, saying that he was afraid that someone would enter the haunted porridge shop, so he regretted walking down that street every night. But I think that guy. It seems that since that incident, it has become a little weird."

"Weird? What's weird?"

I can see it now. Auntie was so excited just now, not because she was interested in the old drunkard, she simply liked to pick her tongue, nothing more.

"That guy had always been a mental boy before, and he didn't have any bad habits, but since then, the boy has been drunk every day."

I said to my heart that there is nothing strange about it. In the event of that kind of change, it is also natural for people to use alcohol to relieve their sorrows and then to rely on alcohol. Although I am a little disgusted with his state, I have to admit that I personally understand his degeneration.

The aunt patted my thigh and gave me a white look, meaning I didn’t understand what she meant: "Think about it, since the congee shop has happened, this guy hasn’t had a job. For so many years, I’ve come here to wander around at night. He has a job. Where did he come from before eating and drinking? Without money, how to solve the housing problem? And I heard a rumor that the guy lives in the cemetery!"

When my aunt stared her eyes and said this, I felt a bit chill in my spine.

"That guy wandered the old street every night, saying that he was afraid that someone would enter the haunted porridge shop, but why did the porridge shop not affect him? This is unreasonable. Think about it, why does he do it? So special? I always think that guy has some ulterior secret."

The aunt pulled us, obviously we haven't talked enough, but we didn't know the specific address of the old drunkard from the mouth of this lady, so it would be meaningless to stay.

I settled the bill with Liangzi and hurried out of the grocery store to talk to the old lady again, but it was really endless.

We only found out when we left the grocery store that we had been delayed for a long time with that aunt, and it was almost dark.

Liangzi and I took a casual bite at the nearby dumpling restaurant, then went to the old street, and simply waited there.

When it was eight or nine o'clock in the evening, there was indeed a shaky figure walking over from a distance. Just looking at the state of shaking one step at a time, I knew that the person here was an old drunkard.

I greeted him in two steps and questioned the old boy: "Aren't you here to prevent someone from being killed? Why did you put someone in that porridge shop last night?"

The old guy burped for a while, and then he finally recognized me and yelled: "Damn, didn't you say that things can be solved here. I just left a little early last night, Someone was killed again. That made me patrol here again today. If you can’t, don’t talk nonsense."

This guy's call made me speechless.

I really didn't expect that the remarks I made with Ryoko yesterday would indirectly lead to the death of a hapless person.

"We didn't tell you that it takes a few more spells to get it done. How can this kind of thing happen overnight."

I stammered.

In fact, this matter is indeed the fault between me and Ryoko.

In order not to make this guy look down on him, Ryoko said from the side: "We came early today, and we were in the grocery store next to the old street and asked a lot of things, just to stop making any mistakes. If we don’t come tonight, the two of us will watch here in the old street to avoid anyone coming near."

As soon as Liangzi's words fell, the old drunkard's eyes widened, "That grocery store? Where did you go?"

"Here, I have a brief understanding of the situation with that aunt."

I'm a little bit embarrassed. After all, we went to the grocery store mainly to learn about the old alcoholic.

The old drunkard became nervous in an instant: "You guys didn't buy anything to eat in that grocery store, right?"

Ryoko and I shook our heads together.

Although we bought two bottles of beer in the grocery store, we didn't drink them. After we picked them up, we thought of occupying space and left them on the side of the road. The reason for buying beer is to find a reason to answer the question with my aunt.

"That grocery store is weird, I advise you to stop going."

What the old drunkard said made us both confused.

The old aunt said that the old drunkard was weird, but now it's OK, and the old drunkard said that the old aunt is weird.

To me, both of them are actually pretty weird.

The old drunkard didn't drink much today. Although he still smelled of alcohol, he was still very sober when talking to us.

"You think, that grocery store opened in this kind of place, and the residents nearby have basically moved out, and the residents in the street next to it are less than three floors. How can his grocery store be patronized? Why has it been opened until today? I heard a rumor that someone had eaten fingernails from their cold salad!"

I don't agree with this old drunkard's statement.

In my heart, it's the 21st century, and there are still such bad slander tricks.

When I was a kid, many small restaurants were slandered by people. I had eaten fingertips and bones in their homes.

I found it strange at the time that those diners were all biologists, how could they know that what they ate was human bones. It feels unreasonable no matter how you think.

But the next sentence of the old drunkard suddenly lifted my heart: "The guy who said to eat his fingernails, shortly after, walked into the haunted porridge shop and became a complete fool. I still remember what happened back then. That guy quarreled with the lady in the grocery store, and then staggered towards the congee shop, I couldn't stop it!"

"I was holding that guy's waist at the time, but it was a pity that he was knocked on the back of the head all at once, and the whole person was weak. I could only watch the boy walk into the porridge shop and when he came out A fool who can only giggle."

I suddenly remembered something: "Where are all these irritated hapless guys sent for treatment?"

"There is the third hospital nearby. It is the best psychiatric hospital in our place. But those guys are not the same as mental patients, and it is useless to send them. For so many years, I have not heard of a successful treatment. "

I secretly wrote down the third hospital, thinking that I must go to the third hospital in total to see those special patients.