48 Hours a Day

The male waiter and the elderly had no idea that there was such a thing, and the $1 room was not expensive. Of course, given the dirty and repressive environment here, even if it was half cheaper, no one would necessarily be willing to live there. However, the only means of transportation connected with the outside world in town was suspended tonight, and Zhang Heng could not live here and there was no place to live. From this point of view, he had to pay this dollar, but no one expected a coin in his pocket.

After a moment of silence, the old man said, “Forget it, I helped him pay for the room. Since it's a celebration, we can't just be happy ourselves. It's rare for guests to come, we should still show some of the owner's temper.” He brought Zhang Heng here so easily that he could never give up for a dollar ago.

“Since you're willing to help him pay, I certainly don't have a problem with that.” The male waiter said, while checking in for Zhang Heng, Zhang Heng also signed his name on the passenger book.

The old man left quietly at some point, as if his presence was just to bring Zhang Heng into the hostel.

Zhang Hengzheng was about to follow another waiter upstairs, but at this point, another figure came in from outside. He looked a little anxious and angry and panicked. He opened his mouth to say what he wanted to say, but he swallowed back to his mouth and just said, "Give me a room. ”

“A dollar.” The male waiter repeated the price faceless.

Zhang Heng knows that this is another guest of the Gilman Hostel mentioned earlier by the male waiter, which is quite obvious, except because the other person looks normal, and because he does not have the feeling of humidity and darkness that the residents of the town have.

Since we're all from out of town, maybe we could have a little chat?

Zhang Heng stopped, but before he spoke, he saw a vigilant gaze in the direction.

Zhang Heng has hunted before, so he can read this look.

These are the eyes of the prey as they run away, when they don't believe in anyone or anything.

“Room 428.” Male waiter for new visitors.

Then two new guests of the Gilman Hostel came with another waiter to the top of the hostel, the waiter opened the door for Zhang Heng, this is a street side studio, it is a good continuation of the town's traditional style, shady and dilapidated, there are two windows and some cheap furniture, from the looks of it, no one has used them for a long time, a steel bed, this thing is obviously not on the side with the soft.

This also leaves Zhang Heng's promise of delicious food unreported, but given that it is now time to eat, Zhang Heng asked the waiter, "What do you have to eat in the hostel? ”

“We don't serve meals.” The latter is cold and icy, but then I guess I remembered my waiter's identity and added, “There's a restaurant in town, right next to the hostel. ”

“Thanks.” Zhang Hengdao, he didn't tip each other, but the waiter didn't really care, so he turned around and left.

So Zhang Heng and another guest were left on the top floor.

The latter room 428 was opposite Zhang Heng's slope, but as soon as he entered the room, he shut the door vigilantly, making it clear that he did not want to see anyone else.

Zhang Heng was also not in a hurry to disturb his temporary neighbors. He took some time to check his house first.

The faucet, it's broken, and the waiter told them that by the time we got upstairs.

In other words, it is a magical hostel that provides neither food nor running water. That explains why there are no other guests here than the two of them.

The boards of the wardrobe cracked open and the door squeaked when switched off, the table accumulated a thin layer of floating ash, and the dirty quilt also had a plum rainy season humidity. To be honest, there was no big difference between sleeping here and sleeping on the street if it wasn't for the storm.

And the worst thing is more than that, Zhang Heng noticed that there was no latch inside the door, which means that even if the door was locked, people outside could open it with a key, and from the marks above, it was obvious that the latch had just been removed.

Interesting.

Good news isn't no, at least the vintage lamp over your head is still working, although the bulb head is already dark and the orange glow is a little dim, but this is good news before nightfall.

There are, of course, signs that something is bound to happen tonight, and by then, just turn off the power, even if the bulb is still intact, it will still be useless.

Zhang Heng approached the window and pulled up a few curtains, looking down the street.

The people on the street seem to have a little more shadow, and there are some members of the church mixed in. They are really useful in preparing for the evening celebration. Everyone wears some kind of gold jewelry, but Zhang Heng didn't see what food they were preparing.

Celebrating this kind of thing is hard to get away from food and drink.

After all, the vast majority of people do not care much about the origins and substance of the celebration, they just want to find an excuse to eat and drink a big meal, to flaunt their stomachs, and the celebration without food and drink is like a cake without cream.

But the group of downstairs didn't seem to think so. They still looked excited. Zhang Heng looked away for a while and saw the far dam, and further afield, the black line on the sea.

When he first came here, he also saw the black line. President Zhang Heng felt there was something waiting for him.

The two tiny black dots on the dam with their limbs, supposed to be fishermen, put down their fishing rods and suddenly jumped straight from the dam.

Diving at such a high distance is still dangerous. The reef below doesn't say that if you catch up with the wind wave, maybe a big wave will come and roll people away, but the other people on the dam seem to have seen no surprise, see the two people dive and nobody reacts, continue to bury their heads to do their own thing.

Everything in this town is full of weirdness.

The church bell rang, heralding that the time had come to 7 p.m. and that the sun had gone down completely, leaving only a little bit behind.

Zhang Heng put down the curtains in his hand, he wasn't actually very hungry, even if he didn't eat dinner, but considering what was going to happen at night, he needed to make some preparations in advance. The main thing was to get a few weapons while he was still in the mood, after all.

Zhang Heng went out and knocked on the opposite door.

“Who?” A vigilant voice came from inside.

“I, like you, am a foreigner. Do you want to go out for dinner? ”

The answer was a silence, and the people in the house seemed to be thinking about the proposal, and a moment later he opened the door.