The rain outside the house is getting heavier and heavier, and there are bursts of thunder. Through the curtains, you can vaguely see the shadows of a few tree branches reflected from time to time, as if ghosts are showing their teeth and claws against the glass.
Cat Master's description continues: "In July 1924, to be precise, it should be July 3, a disaster struck. The town of Bozite disappeared from the map and became a famous 'ghost town' in Texas.
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And all this did not happen without warning. In fact, it was already destined to happen when Manson came here in 1920. In the first half of 1924, that is, the period after Manson was hanged, the town
There are also many ominous omens. If there were Western 'hunters' here at that time, they might be able to see some clues and save some people... It's a pity, there are no ifs in this world."
Mr. Cat drank some black tea again. In the flickering candlelight, his decadent and lazy expression actually looked a little scary: "First in February 1924, animals began to die in the town...cows, horses, pigs,
Dogs, poultry, and even wild birds flying in the sky all died out within a total of three months, and these things are all recorded in writing.
Some 'scientists' came to town one after another, trying to prove that they had discovered something similar to the avian flu virus, but they naturally failed. Later, religious scientists appeared again and began to take the opportunity to publicize their own teachings.
During that time, I guess it would not be very difficult to create a cult in this place...
All in all, by May, almost all the animals were dead, and the only people left in this town were people... People once again fell into inexplicable panic.
The scholars who were joining in the fun began to leave one by one. Maybe they also sensed something abnormal, or maybe they felt that this town was no longer attractive. According to my reasoning, during that time, it was not so much that this place was unattractive.
There is no life, the whole town is shrouded in a very obvious 'death', even ordinary people can clearly feel it...
Then came June, the wonderful month of June. For Manson, it seemed that Children's Day had arrived, because children in the town began to disappear. During that period, if any child took to the streets alone and left the sight of adults,
, then don’t expect him to show up again. According to us Chinese, it’s not missing, but ‘gone’.
Things got worse and worse. By the end of June, the children disappeared into their rooms, disappeared into the toilet, disappeared into any place where adults could not see them, or even just passed by a corner. When they turned back, they were no longer there.
On July 2, people in the town gathered together, from the young man who had just grown hair on his mouth to the old man who could not even stand without a crutch. Of course, there were also some foreign reporters who recorded all these things.
, their records are very valuable, because they were more perseverant than other colleagues. After Manson was executed, they still insisted on staying in the town to try to dig out some news.
It is the information left by these people that makes things more complicated and confusing...
The remaining townsfolk, like a doomed group in a horror movie, began a lengthy discussion, the central purpose of which was to determine the next course of action. There were not many plans, just two - the first
, let’s all run away together; second, stay and fight against the unknown and terrifying force.
According to Schwarzenegger's version of Hamlet - they made a mistake.
After the second implementation plan was determined, the townspeople geared up and became passionate. Many of them no longer had illusions about retrieving their children. They just wanted revenge. Maybe some of them wanted to defend their homes.
It doesn't matter, no matter what the purpose is, they all end up with the same ending...
On July 3, the person who brought out the only record was not a reporter, but an intern, a typist. Perhaps his boss had a premonition of some kind of danger, so he asked the intern to leave that morning.
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Carrying a pile of manuscripts and a jug of water, he walked in the desert for a day and a night, and finally arrived at the town closest to Bozite. After a day's rest, he took a ride and continued his journey, passing several more small towns, and finally arrived three days later.
Got on the train to Houston.
Although the content of the last record was regarded as a laughing stock by many journalists at the time, in my opinion, except for some exaggerated embellishments, its credibility is still very high.
It says: 'On July 3, the sun did not rise in the morning. Dark clouds covered the sky, as if the night would never leave. The townspeople rushed into the deserted place holding torches, pitchforks, and of course shotguns.
The long-established church was, apparently, the center of all evil.'
There are not many things that can be inferred from this description, but it is very useful. First of all, a bad environment that is similar to a ghost realm but more sinister than a ghost realm was finally born, although it took more than half a year to complete...Secondly,'
The death energy had become so strong that even the townspeople could clearly tell that the location of its origin was in the church; in the end, they only had pitchforks and shotguns in their hands...
The intern who brought out the records continued to write something at the end of the article: 'I wanted to go with them, but Mr. Monte looked very uneasy. He handed the manuscript to me, hoping that I would leave as soon as possible, and he
Then I chose to stay. That morning was the last time I saw him. Now that I think about it, he saved me...
When I left the town, I almost ran. The crowd was not far behind me. They were marching in the direction of the church, making noise, but when I turned my back to them, I felt uncomfortable.
It seems as if there is any life behind you, as if those sounds come from a very far away place...'"
Master Mao's narration seemed to be over, and Qi Bing said at this moment: "So, what happened to this place after that?"
Wang Xu interrupted: "Hey! What else can we do? Manson went on a killing spree and left no trace behind."
Master Mao smiled and said: "He's not asking that." Then he turned to Qi Bing and said: "Now that place is still a desert, there is nothing. After July 3, 1924, there was no bozite on the map. We are now
I am in a small town that only exists in my memory, and this house... I don’t know what’s going on.”
The three of them fell into silence immediately. It seemed that there were still many doubts and there were no answers for the time being.
"Bang bang bang..." Three rapid knocks on the door came. Master Mao and Qi Bing were relatively calm, but Wang Xu almost jumped on the table...
"Since you have stood up, go and open the door." Master Cat said.
Wang Xu was a little embarrassed, but he still argued: "I originally wanted to stand up and open the door."
Qi Bing shook his head helplessly, "Let's go together. If something happens, we'll have someone to take care of us."
The three of them walked out of the restaurant together, turned a corner, walked through the short corridor and arrived at the door. The knocking on the door continued.
Wang Xu stepped forward, his outstretched hand trembling slightly because of nervousness.
As soon as the door handle was turned halfway, the person outside pushed the door open with all his strength. Wang Xu immediately jumped back and took a big step, assuming a fighting posture, like a mantis fist...
"Yu Xin!" Qi Bing's expression suddenly changed.
Yu Xin stood at the door as if she had been fished out of the water, and she was actually carrying someone on her shoulders.
"I saw light in the house, so I knocked on the door. I didn't expect it was you." She sounded a little unhappy, took two steps forward, and threw the person on her shoulder towards Wang Xu: "Leave it to you.
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"What? Just leave it to..." Before Wang Xu could finish his words, he realized that the person in his arms was actually Yan Li!
"It's raining so heavily, and you still made the lady wait outside for so long before opening the door. Is that intentional?" She looked around for a moment, then walked to the second floor.
Qi Bing couldn't help but catch up and said: "The second floor may be dangerous at night, you are alone..."
"What danger?" Yu Xin interrupted directly.
"Hmm... I don't know yet."
"Then I'm going to wipe myself and change clothes now. Do you want to help me, Brother Qi?" She finally called Brother Qi in a loud voice.
Qi Bing's old face turned red, "Can I stand at the door?"
"Can't!"
Lao Qi was kicked in the face, his nose was bleeding, and he rolled down the stairs...
Mr. Cat covered his face with one palm and shook his head: "Tragedy..."
Wang Xu was very calm. He picked up Yan Li and walked upstairs.
Master Cat asked: "What do you want to do again?"
"Wipe yourself and change clothes. She has a fever. We need to hurry up."
Mr. Cat touched his chin and said, "Oh~ You are playing a gangster, aren't you... Keep doing it again and again..."
Wang Xu snorted coldly: "Watch your wording... Besides, this isn't the first time I've done this..."
Master Cat ignored him and patted Qi Bing on the shoulder, "Come on, let's go have another cup of tea and wait to see the tragedy."
