Lu Ban noticed that the people on the street were wearing old suits and skirts, and leather shoes. This attire, which was clearly from the 1920s and 1930s, gave people a strange feeling.

There are almost no cars or bicycles on the streets, and pedestrians only walk on foot.

I don't know when the fog has dissipated, and the afternoon sun shines on the city, adding a lazy atmosphere. Jazz music echoes in the coffee shop along the street, as if this style of music is in its popular era.

What matters most is the expressions on those people's faces.

Regardless of gender, age or status, they all had stiff smiles on their faces.

That smile was like the one that appears when waiting to be photographed, but because the photographer has not pressed the shutter for a long time, it has become a slightly twitching expression, giving people a feeling of uneasiness.

Whether they were talking, eating or drinking, they all had that weird smile on their faces, like puppets. Only this expression remained unchanged.

Seeing this scene, even the more cautious Wes felt uneasy.

"What are they doing, is this some kind of April Fools joke?"

However, these people had no interest in the RV and did not cast any glances over.

James drove to the southern part of the city, near Miskatoke University, where there was a large square and lawn. During the film festival, it was full of cars. People here respect car culture and like to go on self-driving tours. They would drive larger cars and have barbecues outdoors.

However, when they arrived at the parking lot, they found that there was no car here. It was completely empty, like a stadium during the college entrance examination period. Only a few people were standing on the edge of the grass, whispering and looking at this side.

"Hey, it looks like we're the first ones here."

Wes jumped out of the car, the previous gloom swept away, he looked at the grass and ran two steps on it.

"This grass is also very clean. I think someone will come in the evening."

Scott picked up the camera, and it seemed that his job was to be a photographer. He recorded Wes's every move, and the camera followed the young man's movements, capturing his figure.

Suddenly, Scott captured the moment when Wes, who was strolling, bumped into a passerby.

The passerby staggered a few steps, but finally stood firm.

"Hey, be careful, man."

Weiss stood firm and looked at the other party.

Then he saw the passerby with a weird smile looking at him.

“■■■■■!”

The man was mumbling something, but Wes didn't hear it clearly, but it was obviously not an apology. From the tone, it sounded like some kind of curse and whisper.

"What did you say?"

He inquired as Weiss frowned.

The man paused, then stared at Weiss.

The scene was very strange. The man with an unnatural, stiff smile on his face stared at Weiss with a pair of dirty eyes, and a word came out of his mouth.

"Go away, stranger."

Wes understood what was said and he immediately became angry. He wanted to argue with the other party, but suddenly, he found that several local people had gathered around him.

They all had weird smiles on their faces, like clowns in makeup at the amusement park, but they surrounded Wes, and the atmosphere was depressing and suffocating.

"What are you going to do?"

West flinched at once, shrinking back.

But those people had no intention of letting go of Wes, and one of them even grabbed his hand.

Wes panicked and tried to shake the other person off, but he found that the man was too strong and bound his arms tightly like tree roots. He wanted to pull away, but the man didn't move at all.

Fear grew along with the pain in his skin, and Weiss fell into complete panic.

"Help me, help me..."

Wes shouted, but Scott behind him was still holding the camera and filming, even moving closer to Wes to take a close-up of his frightened expression.

Further away, James noticed this scene. He didn't hear Wes's cry for help and just thought they were shooting footage for a movie. Facing Wes's other hand waving wildly, he just waved in response.

"Damn it, Scott, what are you doing, come and save me!"

His voice trembled a little.

In the distance, two ladies were watching with interest and making mocking noises, which made Wes's fear grow more and more.

They all thought they were acting, making a movie.

"Damn it! Let me go!"

Wes yelled, raising his leg to kick the men.

"You shouldn't be here."

One of the citizens said with a weird smile.

"The sacrifice is still lacking."

"Can he?"

"He can."

"Will she be happy?"

"certainly!"

"Catch him!"

"That's right, only by catching him can we be redeemed!"

Several people were talking at once, and their voices, like prayers, reached Wes's ears. He was unable to think, and only felt that his life was about to end.

At this moment, a hand suddenly reached out, grabbed Weiss's shoulder and pulled him back.

For some reason, the hand that was tightly holding Scott loosened, and Wes felt himself being pulled away by a huge force, falling backwards and sitting on the grass.

Only then did he realize that it was Lu Ban who saved him.

"You've got the wrong person."

After Lu Ban said this, those people looked at him suspiciously. After a moment's silence, they dispersed one after another and walked around the grass like they did at the beginning, as if nothing had happened.

Wes was still in shock. He watched the citizens leave and then he remembered everything that had just happened. The words that were stuck in his throat burst out all at once.

"Why didn't you help me just now? I almost died. Why were you still filming?"

he yelled at Scott.

"I thought, sorry, I thought you were acting... Isn't there this part in the script, where the protagonist comes to Miskatoke and is surrounded by a group of strange citizens and is almost captured."

Scott argued.

"...Okay, there is indeed such a plot, but just now I was obviously, damn, what's wrong with the people here?"

Weiss glanced at the citizens who had surrounded him before, but it seemed strange that those people didn't even glance at him now.

"What exactly is your script like?"

Lu Ban heard the conversation between the two and became curious.

According to Scott, there was such a plot in their script, and then in reality there was a scene where Wes was almost caught by the people here.

Isn't this a bit too coincidental?

In a foreign land, there are not many pure coincidences, but more of a closed loop of fate, not to mention that Feng Yu is still trapped here.

So, Lu Ban wanted to take a look at the script to confirm what might happen next.

"I, I'll go get it."

Scott said, jogging towards the car.

Lu Ban glanced at Weiss who was still sitting on the ground resting, and his eyes fell on the grass.

Lu Ban didn't notice it at first, but at the place where Weiss was surrounded just now, on the ground, Lu Ban saw words written with an unknown red pigment.

This text is not English, but Chinese characters, so Lu Ban could tell it was different at a glance.

He looked at the words.

【Camera, don’t stop】

【I'll wait for you at the end】

【Feng Yu】