91 Sacrificial Corridor 5||People here don't eat fish?
"Why?" The water in the river was smelly and black, and the thought of catching fish from it was disgusting. Since the proprietress said so, Yan Shuang might as well ask further.
As soon as I asked the question, the newlyweds who were chatting suddenly became quiet and stopped what they were doing.
Only one newcomer was about to speak, but was warned back by Jing Ning with a look.
The proprietress was stunned by the question. Her smile froze on her face and her brows were furrowed, as if she was trying hard to recall.
Why…?
The proprietress was so absorbed in her thoughts that she forgot everything around her except for the humming of a broken electric fan.
Everyone stared at the proprietress, thinking that maybe the first breakthrough would be here.
At this moment, a man walked in from the doorway, sat carelessly on a chair, and shouted in a rough voice, "Sister Chen, it's still the same! Add a bottle of beer. It's so hot out here, I'm almost jerky!"
The boss lady's train of thought was completely interrupted by the shouting. She reacted and gave them an apologetic smile. She waved her hand as if she didn't care and said a lame excuse, "Look at what I'm thinking about all day long. It's because there are too many factories and the pollution is too serious, so the fish are naturally running away. Do you guys need anything else?"
After that, he said to the man who just came in, "Okay! I'll be right there."
Jing Ning closed the menu and handed it to her, "No, thank you."
Sister Chen put away the menu and went into the kitchen.
"It seems like the boss lady's reaction just now must have been known beforehand, or perhaps these NPCs' memories are being controlled by the game." Lin Haichen analyzed calmly, "It's just like playing a game. We haven't triggered the key plot yet."
"We'll know after verifying it later." Jing Ning's slender fingers were playing with the water cup casually, but his eyes were looking at the man who had just entered.
Lin Haichen: "Yes, there are so many residents here."
There is only Sister Chen in the whole store. She is the boss and the chef.
She was very skillful and soon served steaming dishes.
"The dishes are all here. If there's not enough rice, there's more in the pot. Don't be polite to me since you're new here." After saying that, Sister Chen took out a bottle of cold beer from the freezer and handed it to the man.
"Uh..." Ye Jing'an picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks, took a small bite, and repeatedly stir-fried it in his mouth. He gave a very complicated evaluation with two words, "It's cooked..."
There weren't so many seasonings in that era, and the dishes basically retained the flavor of the food itself without adding any other messy things. Only a little oil and salt were added to each dish.
People who are used to eating strong flavors have no appetite at all...
"Be content. You can still have meat to eat before you die. The treatment is good. Food is scarce in these days and many people can only drink porridge." Tian Yiyi said.
"Eat more. Maybe it's time to compete physically at night." Lin Haichen reminded everyone when he saw that no one was eating.
The newcomers' faces turned pale, and they were almost mesmerized by the apparent calmness of the afternoon. However, it seemed that these old players had already become indifferent to life and death.
Actually, it’s not.
If you look closely, you will find that Xu Yaoyu is scared, very scared. His fingers are pale as he holds the chopsticks silently, and his face is buried deep in the bowl.
Tian Yiyi and Lin Hai were silent, thinking all sorts of things in their minds. Ye Jingan acted indifferent to hide his inner fear.
Yan Shuang wanted to live, wanted to go out, wanted to live an ordinary life with Jing Ning, and have a small meeting occasionally.
Jing Ning occasionally moved his chopsticks, seemingly in deep thought, but in fact, his picky nature had returned.
Everyone had their own thoughts during this meal.
The man next door only ordered a plate of stir-fried vegetables. After getting everyone's consent, Yan Shuang asked the proprietress to stir-fry a plate of meat for the man.
The man's eyes lit up when he saw the meat. He couldn't wait to pick up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth, chewing it carefully, taking a sip of wine with each bite of meat, and eating it with great relish.
Seeing that he had almost finished eating, Yan Shuang asked, "Brother, I want to ask you something."
"Thanks, little brother. I haven't eaten meat in a long time." The man wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth. "Whatever it is, just tell me. I won't hide anything I know."
"Are there many factories here?" Yan Shuang found a point of entry.
"There are three of you. Are you new here? I haven't seen you before. Are you looking for work?" The man said in a deep voice with an embarrassed look on his face, "But there are too many of you. Otherwise, I could let you in through the back door."
"What do you do for a living?" Yan Shuang did not deny it and continued to ask.
"I raise pigs." The man patted his chest. "You can go out and ask around. I, Zhang Weiguo, raise pigs that weigh at least 400 kilograms."
"Great, great." Yan Shuang clasped his fists and asked, "How long has Brother Zhang lived here?"
"Ten years..." Zhang Weiguo couldn't help but sigh. He carefully calculated the days, as if the past ten years were flashing before his eyes one by one.
"This place used to be a mass grave. No one wanted to come here." Zhang Weiguo recalled the past, a hint of emotion in his tone.
However, since who knows when, a temple suddenly appeared on the other side of the river. The appearance of this temple was like a miracle, bringing a glimmer of life to the once desolate place.
"It just so happened that there was a heavy rain that year, which triggered a mudslide. Our house in the next village was destroyed." Zhang Weiguo shook his head helplessly, "We had no choice but to move here."
"Aren't you afraid of living here?" Yan Shuang pretended to cross his arms.
"I'm scared, but there's nothing I can do. I've lost my house, so I need a place to live," Zhang Weiguo said. "But it's strange, since we moved here, someone mysteriously disappears every year, but in the end, nothing is ever found."
"Missing?" Yan Shuang looked at him, "How many people disappeared last time?"
"If I remember correctly, it should be the Eighth Family." The man was afraid that the new kid would be scared. He had just eaten the meat someone sent him, and there was still a lingering taste in his mouth. After all, it's easy to beg for mercy, so he comforted him, "It's also possible that he moved away. It's really nothing."
Eight families, there are exactly eight empty houses where they live.
"Don't you ever eat fish?" Yan Shuang asked after going around in circles.
"Ah, no." The man stood up. "It's getting late. The power will go out soon. I have to go back."
What an abrupt change of subject, Yan Shuang thought.
After the man left, everyone came out of the restaurant. It was almost dark and the night temperature had cooled down.
There were sounds of children making noise in the neighborhood just now, but now there is no one there.
In this short period of time, everything became extremely quiet, and not even a sound could be heard.
The doors and windows of every household were closed. If the lights were not on, it would almost give the illusion that there were only a dozen of them around.
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