The voice sounded, staccato and staccato.
Sometimes it's loud, like it's hitting the floor, and sometimes it's so quiet, like a mosquito in your ears.
"What sound did you just make?"
Liu Yang withdrew his gaze and put it on the old man's body.
The old man frowned and thought for a moment, "It doesn't seem to be a human voice, it sounds a bit like a rat." ” "But, I remember that there were no rats at the Dead Inn."
"So where the hell did this rat come from, hey, I'm wondering today.
Run into evil everywhere. ” But Liu Yang just wanted to say that when he was caught by you, he said that he heard some noises, then you said that it was still from mice, and now how can he say that there are no rats here at all.
But the old man didn't know what Liu Yang was thinking.
"Do you want to go and see what the hell is going on," Liu Yang suggested, and his actions had already taken a step forward.
After thinking for a moment, the old man said.
"There are a lot of unusual things that happen at the Dead Inn."
"Besides, so many strange things happened today, for the sake of insurance, I'll go with you."
After speaking, the old man accompanied Liu Yang and walked over like a place where there was a noise.
The Dead Inn's has not had outsiders come in all year round, so there aren't as many lights as there are at all.
Except for the four lamps in the lobby, I basically can't see it.
So everywhere else was pitch black, except for the only corpse lamp in their hands.
The old man walked all the way, as if he was blind.
Several times he almost fell into it, which almost broke his old bones.
"I've told that kid before."
"Let him have two more lights, saying that there are not many people in this place, and it is useless to say more."
"Phew, Lao Tzu knows what that kid thinks, isn't it just from the remaining two sums of money."
The old man couldn't help but pout, as if he didn't need much money at all.
I completely forgot that I thought that this guy was the son of a gangster, and I saved his life, and I might reap a lot of benefits.
There is a corridor in front, very narrow, not wide, at least compared to the front.
Only two people are allowed to pass side by side, and one more person is not allowed.
"Where is this, why the more I go inside, the colder I feel."
Liu Yang said and touched it tightly, goosebumps on his skin.
The front is like an ice cellar, and the further you go inside, the temperature gets lower and lower.
"Oh, you're talking about the front, I remember I came here a few years ago, and it seems to be a special place to put some food, such as meat, which is difficult to preserve."
"It looks like an ice cellar." icehouse "Isn't there a refrigerator here?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Yang regretted a little, there was no electricity here, what was the use of the refrigerator After speaking, he turned his head and looked at the old man's face, and found that he had not heard.
I'm glad he didn't hear him.
"It's strange, it stands to reason that this place is so cold, there are no rats at all."
After speaking, the old man began to frown.
His heart was as cold as walking into an ice cellar.
The temperature began to drop gradually.
"That's not right."
Suddenly, the old man stopped in his tracks.
Just stood in front of Liu Yang.
What's the matter, Liu Yang raised his head.
"How could there be rats in the fucking Dead Inn?"
This sentence is not only like a rhetorical question, asking yourself, but also like an affirmative sentence, breaking all previous suspicions.
If rats didn't exist at the Dead Inn.
Then it's absolutely certain that the inn is mixed in with guys who don't belong here.
Hey.
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Suddenly, the voice rang out again.
Over there Not only Liu Yang, but even the old man noticed the existence of that guy.
Standing in the doorway, his head turned to look at the two men in front of him.
The round eyes kept spinning, as if they were thinking about something, a touch of cunning hidden under the eyes.
It has a pointed nose, a little black paint, a mouth that often opens to swallow animals taller than it, and sharp teeth that line up like blades.
Brownish-black hair, upside down like a hedgehog.
Liu Yang froze.
Not only Liu Yang was stunned, even if the old man had lived for nearly 40 years, he had never seen such a big guy.
"Good fellows."
The old man swallowed his saliva.
"Such a big mouse, how much meat does it have to eat, how many years does it have to grow, and it can grow so big" The big black rat weighed at least thirty pounds.
Stands like a dog, if not less than them.
"It's about to fucking cum."
Perhaps hearing them talking about himself, the black mouse took a few steps forward and sat down on the ground.
Let yourself sit on the ground with the old man, keeping their eyes at eye level.
The long tail of more than 30 centimeters kept dangling on the ground, flapping the ground from time to time.
Two small forearms were actually hugged in front of his chest, two small round eyes, black cunning.
"It seems to be looking at me."
Liu Yang made a sound, he really hadn't seen such a big rat before.
Although I used to hear about rats weighing 80 pounds when I was watching the circus, they were able to eat cats.
But Liu Yang never went in.
But with your toes, it's not possible to think about it.
Unless the rat is mutated.
But in front of him, Liu Yang couldn't help but break his cognition.
"Look at what you see, look at it again, believe it or not, cut you into eight knots, and throw it directly into the river to feed the fish."
The old man glared at it viciously.
Perhaps sensing the hostility in the latter's eyes, the rat began to get angry.
Squeaking, two little paws kept waving in the air, and often the tail snapped on the ground, making a very loud sound.
It's like showing its majesty.
"A mouse is a mouse, a beast, and he dares to put on a human expression like a human."
"The rat you said is so big, could it be that it was raised by stealing food from the ice cellar?"
"It's possible."
The old man agreed with Liu Yang's idea.
After all, so many years have passed in the ice cellar, and things are basically sent inside, and very few are taken out.
As for how much inventory there was in it, it was estimated that he didn't know if he was comfortable.
"What are you going to do to kill it?"
"If you don't die, what else can you do" "It's hard to continue to feed it to grow so big, and eighty percent of it has gnawed a lot of things in it."
"If it continues to grow, I'm afraid I'll have to eat people directly."
After speaking, the old man picked up the sharp knife that had been pinned to his pocket.
It's not very long, about the size of a baby's arm.
The crescent-like arc shimmered gloomy and cold in the dark corners, but it was not as heavy as darkness, but as the color of a lake like moonlight.
The cold moonlight, the cold light on the blade.
Step by step, I walked towards it.
Perhaps sensing his threat.
The rat began to get restless.
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