After shouting, the man carefully removed Victor's gun muzzle with his fingers. When he saw that the other party didn't respond, he quickly ran around him holding the bag of things.
I don’t know what’s in that bag, it’s squirming from time to time.
Victor ignored the man, put away the gun, and stood at the entrance looking at the door.
He reached out his hand again and carefully pulled the door buckle. The grimace painted on the door did not stick out and bite him as before. The previous scene was really like an illusion.
After opening the door, the strange smell that hit my nostrils was unpleasant, like paint mixed with flying cotton wool.
It was indeed quite lively inside, with many people walking around in the aisles, and strange goods and wooden boxes of different sizes stacked up against the walls.
Like other black markets, smugglers rely on their own goods and bargain with the buyers in front.
There were two strong men standing next to them with their arms akimbo, like thugs guarding the black market. Their eyes were fixed on the two parties conducting the transaction in front of them.
Victor looked around curiously, and suddenly someone appeared and blocked his way.
"I haven't seen you before, what are you here for?"
The speaker is tall and has a stiff and ferocious expression on his face.
Victor winked at the other party: "I heard you can buy some special things here."
That man must also be a thug guarding the field. He looked Victor up and down and saw that he was not a worker living nearby.
"If you want to go in, you have to search yourself."
As he spoke, the man deliberately revealed a double-barreled short gun in his pocket.
Victor looked at the pair of people doing business recently and asked, "Have you searched them all too?"
"No, because you are a stranger, and I want to ensure that no federal police detectives sneak in." The strong man answered clearly.
Victor pinched his cuff, and something seemed to be moving there.
The other party took a step forward, but Victor stopped him and said, "I suggest you don't touch me."
"Then you can't go in!"
"How about this!" Not wanting to waste any more time, Victor simply asked clearly, "I want to find the legendary Alphabet Society. Is this here?"
Upon hearing this, the strong man's expression paused for an instant, and then, his eyes turned down 360 degrees and back again, which was really weird.
"Who told you! Who are you..."
I was originally going to question him, but before the strong man in front of me could finish speaking, he immediately froze, motionless as if a machine had been pressed to pause.
Victor stared blankly at the other person, still glaring at him angrily.
"What's going on?!"
"Hey!"
The buyers in the venue also exclaimed.
The black market merchants who were originally doing business with them also stopped moving like this thug and turned into statues of human skin.
There were several buyers inside, and they all looked around in surprise, feeling as if they had fallen into a dead wax museum.
Victor stretched out his hand and waved it twice in front of the strong man's eyes, but the other party showed no reaction.
A regular customer was so frightened that he had cold sweat all over his forehead. He picked up his goods and ran out of the house quickly.
"What a hell!"
This person has come here more than once to buy contraband, but he has never encountered such a strange situation.
The rest of the people followed him and left one after another. Only Victor remained in the market.
He knew in his heart that it was his mention of the Alphabet Society that triggered this strange change.
Pinching his cuffs again, Victor took two steps back. A black snake ran out of his sleeves, wrapped around his wrist, raised his head and spit out the message into the air.
"Xiao Hei..."
He called out, and then there was a sound like mechanical friction coming from the innermost part of the market.
Bang!
Something pitch black hit the top of his head. It looked like a wooden board and landed in front of Victor.
His heart tightened, and he cautiously picked up the oil lamp on the box next to him, looked into it, and found that the strange thing was constantly deforming, like a delicate "mechanism".
I saw it stacked up layer by layer, and soon a small structure shaped like a triangular pyramid appeared, with a square hole in the middle.
Under the illumination of the oil lamp, Victor realized that a door appeared in front of him. This door was transformed from the unknown object that fell just now. The lower part was very thick, like a pyramid.
Looking at the dark entrance, Victor hesitated.
Not long after, a wheelchair-like wooden trolley slowly rolled out of the triangular door.
Judging from the outside, the space of something like a pyramid should be very small. I have no idea how the wooden wheelchair was stuffed in.
Not to mention, there is a haggard person sitting in this wheelchair.
The strangest person Victor has ever encountered in this world is probably the wandering traveler from Missouri.
But when he saw this guy sitting in a wooden wheelchair, he immediately readjusted the order.
At least in terms of appearance, the scrawny guy in front of me is even weirder than the wandering traveler.
He was gray and black, thin and dry, his lower body was only covered with a rag covering his private parts, and his upper body was hung with the same tattered cloak, covering his shoulders and arms. His fingers were thin and long, twice as long as those of a normal person.
, and more slender nails.
As for what the face looks like, Victor has no idea, because this thing has a piece of withered yellow paper stuck on the face, and there is a strange pattern on the paper, like two question marks facing each other.
This symbol is not the first time that Victor has seen it from some ancient symbols when browsing the outer database.
Such a weird thing appeared out of nowhere, and Victor immediately raised his alert level to the highest level.
The black snake in his hand was eager to eject. After Victor stabilized Xiao Hei, he quickly pulled out the pistol with his other hand.
"Human beings are always paying for their own impulses."
Unexpectedly, the wizened gray-black weird guy spoke Common Language.
The sound was crisp and strange, like the friction of rusty gears.
"Can you speak?" Victor did not put down the gun, nor did he take back Xiao Hei.
The withered weirdo parked the wooden wheelchair in front of Victor and pointed the brown paper mask at him.
"I want to find the alphabet...but I'm afraid of the truth revealed, afraid of my own choices..."
After hearing this, Victor probably understood.
"So, you are a person who knows alphabet?"
The withered weirdo didn't answer. He stretched out his hand and poked the motionless strong man in the back with his strangely long fingers.
Suddenly, all the stiff and stagnant people in the entire venue came to life. They were like emotionless machines. They surrounded Victor and pressed forward step by step. Hostility filled the entire room.
"The name of Alphabet Club will only be circulated among regular customers..."
The other party was doubting the source of Victor's information, and his voice was full of vigilance.
Looking at these people who were like puppets on strings, Victor tightened his pistol and replied with a stern face: "A regular customer who has done business with you told me this, and I also hope to become your regular customer."
As soon as he finished speaking, the people around him froze for an instant, and their heads drooped, as if the electricity had been cut off, and like a body that had lost its soul.
Only the strong man could still move. He walked to the side like a zombie with an expressionless and lifeless face. They moved tables and chairs from there and placed them in front of Victor.
"In that case... let's talk about this first sale. You can call me Mr. Doubt."