48 Hours a Day

“Do you have any recommendations?” Zhang Heng also did not engage in a previous question, asking along the lines of the old man.

“Gilman Hostel with delicious food and soft beds," replied the old man, "I can take you there.” When he finished, he turned around and seemed to be telling Zhang Heng to follow him.

Zhang Heng looked at the church in front of him, which was clearly not a serious church site, but revealed a feeling of madness and evil, just like the town itself.

The shadow of the golden crown wrapped itself in a strange robe flashed away from the giant pillar auditorium, and Zhang Heng couldn't tell what the guy under the robe really looked like.

At this time of delay, the elderly Kung Fu had already walked a short distance, and he stopped, turning to stare at Zhang Heng dead with the eyes of the pair, like a toad.

Zhang Heng thought about it and decided to keep up with the old man, as the latter was also the only person in town who spoke to him proactively, although he was not willing to answer any questions.

“Do you know me?” Zhang Heng caught up with the old man and asked, “What time is it? ”

“July 15, 1927.” The old man finally answered another question.

This is similar to the time that Zhang Heng estimated when he first arrived. Zhang Hengzheng consciously 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 because he was accustomed to the watch's consistent companionship, Zhang Heng forgot to even count the watch when he first came here to check the props, but Zhang Heng wasn't too panicky. Today's zero point has passed, there is still quite a bit of time before the next zero point arrives, his odds of not using the extra 24 hours.

Second, he was no longer a normal person when he first entered the copy, and that long string of advanced skills had become part of his body, even if he did not rely on props, he had enough power to protect himself.

Moreover, it cannot be said that he has no props at all, at least those four shadow covers are still there, and even at the [Shadow Moment], which has already been consumed, he seems to have regained his vitality in this strange place, but Zhang Heng is temporarily unavailable for inspection.

He followed the old man forward, trying to gather some information, "I see you're preparing for the celebration, what are you celebrating? ”

“Oh, just an ordinary traditional sacrifice, don't worry about it. ”

“Really? Do you know how to get out of here? ”

The old man's footsteps paused, “The train stopped a long time ago, it takes a long time to walk, and the area is unsafe. You can take a bus if you want to leave, leaving at 8: 00 every night, but..."

“But what? ”

“But not tonight, because the driver is preparing for the celebration, so we don't leave tonight. ”

“What about the horse? ”

“There are no horses in town," the old man replied in a dull voice, "but the animals didn't seem to like the place earlier, and they were restless at night, so we had to buy them again.” Then he turned around, "Do you want to leave? ”

“Leaving? No, I was just asking.” Zhang Hengdao.

He wasn't lying, but Zhang Heng could certainly see that, for whatever reason, the old man really wanted him to stay in the hostel called Gilman tonight, and coincidentally he wanted to see what would happen if he stayed in that hostel. Zhang Heng was going to investigate this place, even if the only bus connected to the outside world left tonight, he would not leave.

Of course, he is not a fool. When contacting the old man on the first meeting, he said to him, "Are you… finally here?" Zhang Heng can see that this so-called traditional sacrifice is mostly related to him.

So tonight's gonna be fun, I'm afraid.

Zhang Heng continued to chat with the elderly, wanting to see if he could come up with more useful information, and the elderly still answered his questions as selectively as before, and could see that he carefully avoided the core secrets here, especially those related to the evening celebrations.

However, Zhang Heng still got some things, such as pushing forward for a hundred years, those houses that have now been abandoned and collapsed were full of people, and the economy at the time was quite scenic. This place was also very lively, and could even be described as a city.

Boats dock in ports, sailors go ashore for fun, trains come and go here, bringing merchandise and immigrants from other cities, taking food from fish and shrimp plants caught by the townspeople elsewhere, and a gold refinery in town, a lucrative business.

But all this continued after the civil war, business began to decline, economic conditions continued to deteriorate, people couldn't see the future, and soon afterwards, people began to disappear, just a few at first, but then more and more, and at the same time, as a group of newborns grew up, people began to change their appearance, and the elderly were one of them.

He said that he seemed to be sneaking around with those cloudy eyes to observe the change on Zhang Hengzheng's face. However, he was disappointed that the latter had heard no reaction, had no surprise, no fear or pleasure, but merely indicated that he could continue.

At this point, however, the old man stopped and said, “Here it is. ”

Zhang Heng looked up and saw a domed building, like the rest of the houses here, which could not escape the fate of decay. The three words on the sign Gilman had been polished off a lot, and the skin peeling of the walls was also serious, with moss and mold on the walls.

Similar hostels are not available in any of the towns, I'm afraid. According to the old man, however, this is the only place left for the outsiders to rest, but when Zhang Heng stepped into that rather sour hall, he had to question what the old man had previously called the two selling points of delicious food and soft beds.

Fortunately, the male waiter at the reception desk, apart from some good and isolated foreign ministers, is relatively normal.

“Room 427, one dollar.” He dropped the dirty old newspaper on his hands, "it was a busy day and there were two guests. ”

“Does anyone else live here tonight?” The old man had an accident.

“Yeah, something happened in town before...” He said halfway suddenly shut up and looked at Zhang Heng on the other side.

The latter turned all his pockets over and looked up, “Sorry, I may not have the money on me. ”

“ ………… ”

The elderly and the male waiter face each other.