Chapter 179 Breaking the Situation with Force

That should be the sound of footsteps.

Dull and monotonous.

It came from under the floor, and it got closer and closer, and soon appeared in the corridor.

Finally, under the watchful eyes of Lu Li and Darlene, a silver-haired old woman pushed open the glass door. She trimmed her hair, walked slowly to the front desk, and gave a kind smile:

"Good morning."

"What can I do for you?"

Lu Li walked over quickly, looked at the other party unabashedly, and replied at the same time: "Of course, we need two rooms."

If nothing else, the old woman in front of me is Mrs. Pickman. She has delicate makeup and is dressed in pink. Although she is old and wrinkled, she has an elegant temperament.

[Chop husband coleslaw]

Frankly, it's hard to connect her to what Darlene is describing.

But isn't reversal the essence of horror fiction? Perhaps, she was just now in the basement preparing the ingredients for today's lunch.

Thinking of this, Lu Li's right hand involuntarily touched the hilt of the wolf's head sword.

Almost at the same time.

Mrs. Pickman handed over a form and a pen, motioning for the tenant to register.

Name, age, gender.

Only these three items are very perfunctory.

"My friend and I are on a self-driving tour, and we took a rest in this famous town by the way."

After speaking, Lu Li blindly filled in the information while looking up at the old woman's expression, trying to see something.

It's a pity that the other party is an old drama player.

She smiled awkwardly, as if she heard something unbelievable, she frowned and repeated: "Famous?"

Lu Li returned the form filled with false information, nodded his head, with admiration in his tone:

"It is said that the town of Hobbs written by the master of horror novels Sart Kane is based on this place."

"Sartre... Sartre..."

Mrs. Pickman seemed to be hearing this name for the first time, and she spoke a little awkwardly. She scratched her right cheek and asked doubtfully, "Who is he?"

Immediately afterwards, Darlene, the female editor who had been silent all this time, suddenly hugged Lu Li, her body trembling uncontrollably.

"No one pays attention to this town, it's too remote..."

An explanation came, but Lu Li didn't pay attention, he followed Darlene's line of sight——

The oil painting hanging on the wall.

Nothing has changed.

However, Lu Li asked very vigilantly, "Something changed just now, didn't it?"

"Maybe it's me... dazzled? The woman in the painting suddenly turned her head and stared here."

Darlene hesitated.

At this time, Mrs. Pickman glanced at the two of them as if she was looking crazy, and with a smile on her face, she said softly, "I'll get the keys for you."

Without waiting for a reply, he turned around.

Doing so has indeed broken the current predicament.

Since he couldn't see anything unusual, Lu Li turned his gaze back, and continued to try to talk to the old woman to get clues: "This place has no internet signal, so you can't pay online, so how about using a credit card?"

"We don't have cash around."

In fact, this time Lu Li kept an eye out and paid attention to Darlene while talking.

At this moment, she was attracted by oil painting again.

Subconsciously let out a low cry, and pushed Lu Li almost immediately.

Holding the two keys, the old lady turned around and said, "Oh, at first glance, the two of you are from the city..."

Her words were ignored again.

Without Darlene's reminder, Lu Li turned his head and stared at the oil painting in an instant. He found that the content of the picture had changed. The couple was staring at this side instead of looking at each other affectionately.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lu Li quickly walked over and lit a cigarette on the way.

This time, Mrs. Pickman's expression finally changed. She rolled her eyes and raised her voice to dissuade: "Sir, smoking is prohibited in the hotel because my husband doesn't like the smell of smoke."

Unfortunately, Lu Li didn't care about her words unless the old lady was willing to show her true colors.

"Sutter Kane?"

no respond.

The couple in the oil painting maintain their current actions, as if they were always like this.

"Do you two know where this guy is?"

"..."

Seeing that the person in the painting was determined to pretend to be dead, Lu Li lifted up the drawing board, checked whether there was a mechanism behind it, then raised the cigarette butt and pressed it down.

The flames flared and extinguished.

Then, the scene changed suddenly!

The originally peaceful and pleasant background turned dark green, reminiscent of the algae in the deep sea, and the couple's faces began to fester, with a large number of herpes, bloody and bloody.

They were howling silently.

In the end, it turned into a two-headed pink monster with long tentacles all over the body. Only the upper limbs could barely connect with humans. It was lying on the ground, staring at the center of the lake, where a church exuding an ominous atmosphere stood.

"very funny."

Seeing this, Lu Li came to the front desk leaning on his cane like a child who had succeeded in playing a prank, "Mrs. Pickman, what do you think?"

The old woman lowered her head, smiled along with her, and continued to pretend to be stupid. No, maybe in her opinion, the two guests were crazy.

The female editor, Darlene, was at a loss. She felt that the man who had the ability to protect her had disappeared out of thin air.

"The most famous novelist of the century, Sutter Kane, has written a book."

While speaking, Lu Li pulled out the simple and sharp Sadhu Sword, jumped onto the stage, and put it on the old woman's neck: "It is said in the book that an old woman named Pickman went crazy and killed her husband. Chopped and mixed with cabbage."

The blade cuts into the skin, and blood will ooze any further.

"For now, I think the most bad thing you can do is soak your false teeth in the wine that your husband has kept without his knowledge."

Blood trickled down the skin.

The scene is really scary.

I saw Mrs. Pickman standing there, not daring to move. Darlene, who was not far away, thought of that slap and the terrible scene she encountered along the way. She immediately put away her sympathy and looked at the two silently across the counter. Voice.

"Let me see what you are, otherwise, there will be no chance."

Lu Li's eyes were cold and stern, and the blade of the sword penetrated a little, showing that he was not joking.

Maybe it was the next moment, maybe after two breaths, the old woman dropped her head to the ground.

In silence.

The blood flowed more and more.

Soaked pink tops.

Suddenly, Mrs. Pickman's head suddenly lifted, and her withered and sharp claws struck Lu Li's chest at an extremely fast speed, as if they were going to die together.

Silver light streaked across!

A section of an arm exuding black mist was raised high and hit the wooden cabinet, and then, it changed into something like an octopus wrist.

Things had come to this, he was fed up with endless decryption games, decided to use some of his strength to weigh this weird town.

Therefore, after seeing this scene, Lu Li smiled instead of being startled. The ancient sword fused with various mysterious metals roared in the air, spun half a circular arc, and slashed at the ferocious, human-like head.

On the other side, a large amount of mucus splashed out.

The old woman's old skin was broken, and hundreds of tentacles shot out, circling, twisting, and roaring.