On both sides of the road, the mottled paint on the wooden triangular roof of dilapidated houses began to fall off, revealing obvious traces of moth-eaten decay.
There is no sunshine on a cloudy day, and the edge of gray rolling clouds is inlaid with disgusting yellow edges, which reminds people of those inexplicable stains that have been stained on sheets for a long time.
The muddy road slowly turned into a solid road, and a few pedestrians appeared sparsely in the street. Their eyes were dull and rigid, and their bodies were slower than puppets. Compared with stray dogs on the street, they seemed to be more indifferent to this uninvited guest.
Zhou Yan can’t walk any further. Losing too much blood has gradually chilled his body. His brain is stagnant like mud. He is a little doubtful whether he can make it to the so-called aunt Cathy’s house.
"Hey, young man, I don’t think you look well. Can I help you?"
A thick palm patted Zhou Yan’s shoulder from behind.
The sheriff of Amber Town is a rare warm-hearted man in the town. Today, when he went out on patrol, he saw a young man walking along the road called "foreigner"
Oh, it’s another young man who came back from a big city. He’s still doing well in this outfit!
The sheriff thought of him like this, and his bright voice rang again. "I’m Jon, the sheriff of this town. You can call me Joe."
Zhou Yan raised his eyelids and looked at this paunchy middle-aged man. The unified tone hasn’t sounded since he entered this deputy. This active conversation should be np in the deputy.
[Don’t expose yourself]
What exactly does this sentence mean?
Sheriff Jon seems to see a clue from Zhou Yan’s face. He patted his head and piled up meat layers, and spit out a vague murmur in his throat. "People in big cities just have a little problem."
He stood up with a big belly, pulled out a worn-out police badge from his trousers pocket covered with fat, and threw it backwards with one hand to expose it.
The face is a big fat photo, which shows Jon’s appearance.
There is a line of ink on the face.
[Name Jon mountbatten]
[Duty Amber Town Sheriff]
Suddenly there was a unified sound in his head, and a picture of Sheriff Jon appeared in his mind.
[Congratulations to the player for getting the character book! 】
[Name Jon mountbatten]
[Duty Amber Town Sheriff]
[Profile? 】
[to be unlocked]
Zhou Yan’s stupefied system is a bit like some game vice-players will display corresponding illustrations and information when they meet np.
Seeing the young man hesitate to nod, Sheriff Jon contentedly put away his police card and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Who are you, young man?"
He glanced away and saw the pale young man hiding on his sleeve and wrist, still wrapped in a bloody bandage.
Oh, the poor young man must be a woman who committed suicide!
"Ah, young man, I tell you that it’s no big deal for women. Look at me. Young people should cherish their lives until now."
Sheriff Jon laughed. Too fat, his body pressed against his lungs, and he snorted like a bellows from his chest.
Zhou Yan knew what he misunderstood and didn’t want to make any more excuses at this time. He pretended to be poked at the center by the enthusiastic sheriff and generally bowed his head and said, "Jon, sir, Cathy is my aunt. Where does her family live?"
"Oh, Cassie’s nephew," Jon said with a strange look on his face, and his whole mouth bent, and then he screamed, "Poor woman, her little Wendy, ah, little Wendy can’t be found. You know that nothing has ever happened in our Amber town, and it’s safe under my jurisdiction. The little girl has never been out of the house, and maybe suddenly she has gone to play somewhere else."
He blinked his little eyes, which were covered by his eyelids, looked at Zhou Yan and pulled the black toolbox and said, "Do you want me to get this for you?"
Zhou Yan stepped back slightly, smiled politely and refused to let anyone touch his toolbox.
Sheriff Jon moved his huge ass to Zhou Yan and said, "Well, the two-story small building is Cathy’s house."
It’s cleaner than other rooms. The second-floor villa has a brightly colored orange roof, clean white wooden walls, round windows, windowsills, violets, flowers and vines. It is said that this hostess is a hard-working woman who loves life.
Zhou Yan simply thanked her and then lifted her leg to go. Suddenly, she was stopped by Sheriff Jon.
"Hey, be careful!"
He looked down and a red-headed centipede crawled over his foot.
This centipede is bigger than ordinary centipedes. Some people’s fingers are so thick and dark, and they have bright red feet. Because of their long size, they seem to be densely packed, as if hundreds of red worms are attached to a fat and juicy black snake.
Two hard bent antennae above its head waved a drop of pale yellow liquid to Zhou Yan triumphantly, and it was dripping down its palatal teeth on the ground, and the slate was emitting a faint smoke.
"Young man, Amber Town is not like your big city. There are many puzzling insects here. If I hadn’t stopped you just now, you would have been bitten. That taste is not good."
Don’t watch while eating.
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