Lu Tian noticed that people on the street were wearing old suits, skirts, and leather shoes. This kind of dress, which was obviously from the 1920s and 1930s, gave people a weird feeling.
There are almost no cars or bicycles on the street, and pedestrians only walk on their legs.
I don't know when the fog has dissipated. The afternoon sun shines on the city, adding a bit of laziness. Jazz music echoes in the coffee shop facing the street, as if this music style was popular in the era.
The most concerning thing is the expressions on those people's faces.
Regardless of whether they were men, women, old or young, they all wore stiff smiles.
The smile was like a smile that was pulled up at the corners of the mouth while waiting for a photo to be taken, but became slightly twitching because the photographer had not pressed the shutter button for a long time, giving people an uneasy feeling.
No matter they talk, eat, or drink, they all wear that weird smile, like puppets on strings. Only this expression will remain unchanged forever.
Seeing this scene, even the more nervous Weiss felt uneasy.
"What are they doing? Is this an April Fool's joke?"
However, these people didn't have any interest in RVs and didn't pay any attention to them.
James drove to the south of the city, which is close to Miskatok University. There is a large square and grassland. During the film festival, the place was full of cars. People here admire the car culture and like to go on self-driving trips.
, paired with a larger car, you can barbecue directly in the wild.
However, when they came to the parking lot, they found that there was not a single car here, and it was empty, like a stadium during the college entrance examination. There were only a few people standing on the edge of the grass, whispering and looking over here.
"Hey, it seems we are the first to arrive."
Wes jumped out of the car, and the previous haze was gone. He looked at the grass and ran two steps on it.
"The grass is also very clean. I thought someone would come here in the evening."
Scott picked up the camera. His job seemed to be that of a photographer. He recorded Wes's every move. The camera followed the young man and captured his figure.
Suddenly, Scott filmed Wes walking into a passerby.
The passerby staggered a few steps, but finally stood firm.
"Hey, be careful, man."
After Weiss stood firm, he looked at the other person.
Then he saw the passerby with a strange smile looking at him.
"■■■■■!"
The man muttered something, and Weiss didn't hear it clearly, but it was obviously not an apology. From the tone of his voice, it sounded like some kind of curse or murmur.
"What did you say?"
Weiss frowned and asked.
The man's mouth movements stopped, and then he stared at Wes.
This scene was very strange. The man with the unnatural stiff smile on his face stared directly at Wes with a pair of dirty eyes, and a sentence blurted out from his mouth.
"Go away, stranger."
Weiss understood this sentence, and he was immediately angry and wanted to argue with the other party. Suddenly, Weiss found that several local people had gathered around him.
They all had weird smiles, like clowns in amusement park with makeup, but they surrounded Wes, and the atmosphere was oppressive and breathless.
"What are you going to do?"
West suddenly retreated a little and shrank back.
But those people didn't want to let go of Wes, and one of them even grabbed his hand.
Weiss panicked and wanted to shake him off, but found that the man's strength was too great, binding his arms tightly like tree roots. He tried to pull away, but the man didn't move at all.
Fear grew along with the pain on the skin, and Weiss fell into a complete panic.
"Help quickly, help quickly..."
Wes shouted, but Scott behind him was still filming with a camera, even getting close to Wes to take a close-up of his fearful expression.
Further away, James noticed this scene. He didn't hear Wes's cry for help. He just thought it was filming material for a movie. Facing Wes' other hand waving wildly, he only waved in response.
"Damn, Scott, what are you doing, come and save me!"
There was some trembling in his voice.
In the distance, two ladies were looking at this side with interest and making mocking noises, which made Weiss' fear more and more serious.
They all thought they were acting or making a movie.
"Damn it! Let me go!"
Wes shouted, raising his legs to kick those people.
"You shouldn't be here."
One of the citizens with a weird smile said.
"The sacrifice still lacks sacrifices."
"Can he?"
"He can."
"Will she be happy?"
"certainly!"
"Get him!"
"Yes, only by catching him can we obtain salvation!"
Several people were talking at once, and their voices like prayers reached Wes's ears. He couldn't think, he just felt that he was about to usher in the end of his life.
At this time, a hand suddenly stretched out, grabbed Wes's shoulder, and pulled him back.
For some reason, the hand that was holding Scott loosened, and Wes felt himself being pulled away by a huge force, falling backward and sitting on the grass.
Only then did he realize that it was Lu Tan who saved him.
"You have the wrong person."
Lu Tiao said something, and those people looked at Lu Tiao suspiciously. They were silent for a moment, and then they dispersed and started walking near the grass like they did at the beginning, as if nothing happened.
Weiss was still in shock. He watched the citizens leave, and then he remembered everything just now, and the words he had been holding in his throat came out at once.
"Why didn't you help me just now? I almost died. Why did you take pictures?"
he yelled at Scott.
"I thought, I'm sorry, I thought you were acting... wasn't there this part in the script? The protagonist came to Miskatok and was surrounded by a group of strange citizens and was almost arrested."
Scott argued.
"...Okay, there is indeed such a plot, but just now I was obviously, damn, what happened to the people here?"
Weiss glanced at the citizens who had surrounded him before, but those people didn't even look at him now, which was strange.
"What exactly is your script like?"
Lu Tan heard the conversation between the two people and was a little curious.
According to Scott, there was such a plot in their script, and then in reality there was a scene where Wes was almost arrested by people here.
Is this too much of a coincidence?
In a foreign land, there are not many pure coincidences, but more closed loops of fate, not to mention that Feng Yu is still trapped here.
Therefore, Lu Jian wanted to read the script and confirm what might happen next.
"I, I'll go get it."
Scott said, trotting towards the car.
Lu Tan glanced at Weiss, who was still sitting on the ground resting, and turned his attention to the grass.
Lu Jian didn't pay attention at first, but on the ground where Weiss was surrounded just now, Lu Jian saw words written with unknown red paint.
The text was not in English, but in Chinese characters. Therefore, Lu Jian could tell at a glance that it was different.
