Chapter 37 [Western City Strange Things] Breakfast and Conversation

The mechanical alarm clock on the desk in the bedroom had long stopped working, but the view outside the window undoubtedly indicated that this was a sunny morning after the rain.

This was also the reason why Gao Yi was not too worried, after all, the external environment looked pretty good.

At least it was much better than the previous [Heart-strange Fog].

The combination of white fog, hidden monsters, and a rural supermarket with chaotic merchandise display, the final scene presented was indeed not very attractive.

Hearing the knocks and shouts, Gao Yi began to think quickly, considering the appropriate response.

[Young man, breakfast is ready, do you want to eat something first? ]

The address to me was "young man", which sounded quite friendly, and was an invitation and questioning tone.

The caller was an elderly lady, and judging from her voice and footsteps, she was around 60 or 70 years old.

With a rough idea in mind, Gao Yi took a deep breath and responded in a cheerful tone as much as possible:

"Okay, I'll get dressed and go down right away."

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Ten minutes later, Gao Yi was already sitting at the dining table, dipping toast in jam while chatting with Mrs. Smith.

Relying on the bonus of [Friends of Elderly Women] and his own strong communication skills, he quickly obtained the basic information of the copy from the lady.

Gao Yi's identity is a substitute teacher who has just arrived in the local high school in "West City" and teaches drama.

Because the previous teacher suddenly fell ill, Gao Yi, as the successor, came in a hurry, so he stayed at Mrs. Smith's house.

The three-story detached house is indeed luxurious, but the story of this family is full of tragedy.

Mrs. Smith's husband died early, and she has been raising children alone.

But fortunately, her son is very hardworking and filial, has a successful career, successfully married and had children, and brought his mother to this "West City" to let her enjoy her old age.

The two grandsons are also well-behaved, sensible, optimistic and cheerful.

All this made their family the object of envy.

But——

Yes, just like every story, "but" happened.

Mrs. Smith's eldest grandson, the older brother of the two boys, suddenly disappeared.

The last witness said that he saw his back beside the river that runs through the west city. The boy ignored the call and walked away along the stream under the night...

Then, he completely disappeared in this small town.

In this era when surveillance did not appear and criminal investigation technology was extremely underdeveloped, this disappearance almost meant a farewell.

Of course, the child's parents could not give up easily.

They posted missing person notices, hired search and rescue personnel, and offered a large reward for clues...

But the endless search brought more collapse and quarrels.

Mrs. Smith did not continue to tell the story, but judging from the fact that her son and daughter-in-law disappeared, the ending of the story was not good.

However, this also explained some questions. The room where Gao Yi was originally located was the brother's former bedroom.

And the other boy at the table, who was silent and cutting fried eggs and bacon with a knife and fork, should be the younger brother in the story.

Since Gao Yi sat at the table, he never raised his head again.

However, considering everything he has experienced, we can't ask him to be too "sunny and cheerful".

It doesn't matter, time will dilute everything, and one day he will realize that silence and sadness can't change anything.

This is Gao Yi's experience.

After taking another sip of warm milk, Gao Yi led the topic and began to ask more details in the copy:

"Mrs. Smith, do you know what "disaster" is?"

"'Disaster'?" The old woman in her early seventies frowned slightly and tilted her head to think for a moment:

"I haven't heard of it, what is it?"

"Nothing, it's something I might talk about in class later..." Gao Yi laughed.

It's not a well-known event or thing in the city... At least it excludes the possibility of participating in the human elimination plan.

The main task II says [Solve this "disaster"]

It is likely that this "disaster" is the challenge that Gao Yi will face in this script.

Since the quantifier is "times", it should be some kind of event.

The description of "this time" also means that there should be "last time" and "next time".

It seems necessary to check the local news and information in the past. As a teacher, I have some advantages in this regard... There should be a library in the school, right?

Gao Yi, who has already put himself into the role, sorted out the plan, and doubts arose again.

According to the information I have previously obtained, the difficulty of a copy is 9-10, which means it is very simple. Although the reward is meager, most players can pass it smoothly.

And 4-6 means that only C-level players can cope with it.

The level of [Western City Strange Things] where I am now is 7, and it is estimated that it is also a copy suitable for D-level players to participate.

Although it is not as deadly as [Heart Strange Fog], there are definitely many dangers.

Gao Yi looked out the window. There were already many passers-by on the street going to work. They greeted each other and smiled.

Everything is so beautiful in the morning after the rain, with blooming flowers and singing birds, all in a harmonious and beautiful state.

What kind of dangers are hidden in a place like this?

Thinking and eating at the same time also slowed Gao Yi's movements down a bit.

Mrs. Smith, who was sitting opposite him, had finished her breakfast. She slowly stood up from the dining table, walked to the side, and turned on the radio on the storage cabinet.

This old-fashioned transistor radio has almost disappeared since the beginning of the new millennium. The reddish-brown wooden shell is matched with a metallic knob, and it looks not outdated even now.

As Mrs. Smith pulled out the antenna and turned the knob, a female voice in a broadcasting tone gradually became clear amid the sound of electricity.

"With the successful conclusion of the 43rd West City Basketball Tournament, the Lumberjacks League team won the final championship..."

"Delhi Middle School will welcome the start of the school year again, and a large number of students are enjoying the last day of indulgence. It is said that the 'Kissing Bridge' was crowded last night..."

"The playground, which has been closed for eleven years, will reopen this afternoon. Citizens are welcome to play..."

The first few paragraphs were all quite ordinary news, and there was nothing noteworthy.

But from a certain moment, Gao Yi felt that the temperature suddenly dropped, and the sound of electricity in the radio suddenly increased.

In this strange atmosphere, the female voice with a strangled throat gradually became blurred, distorted, and intermittent.

And the content of the broadcast became strange.

"The fire in the bar... exists again... burn to death... burn to death again..."

"Campus at night... sculpture... swimming pool... drown sculpture..."

"So hungry... invaders... delicious... disaster... must happen..."

The female voice became more hoarse as time went on, and the sound of electricity was accompanied by a very eerie laugh, as if she had heard some funny jokes.

Gao Yi took another bite of bacon and tilted his head to look. Mrs. Smith looked normal and was cleaning the plate in front of her.

On the other side, the little boy was so scared that his face turned pale, and the fork in his hand kept shaking.

After drinking the orange juice in front of him, Gao Yi took out his notebook to record what he had just heard, and smiled and raised his head to talk to Mrs. Smith again:

"This radio sound is quite nice, what channel is it?"

"This one?" Mrs. Smith didn't seem to expect Gao Yi to ask this question, and was slightly startled before answering:

"This one, this is the most famous radio in our area, "Voice of West City."

As the other party introduced and recalled again, Gao Yi tilted his head slightly. It seemed that the boy heard the same content as himself, while Mrs. Smith could only hear normal voices.

So that's it, is this the "disaster" of this [Western City Strange Thing]?

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