Black Robe Begins: I release evil ghosts in the world of American comics

According to Verber's data, the town of Derry was once synonymous with prosperity in the previous era and once dominated the era of vigorous logging.

But now, only a handful of die-hards who miss the past will continue to live here.

After the aborigines in Delhi Town went to other places, some of them lacked the ability to make a living and could only make ends meet by selling stories.

In this way, some dark past events that happened in this town gradually came to light. Although they were generally considered to be fabrications, they still earned the title of "The Horror Corner".

The White Queen has rich experience, so naturally she will not regard all these rumors as nonsense, and is even keenly aware of the danger.

She wanted to help, but she couldn't refuse Lin Ying's order. After driving close to the town of Delhi, she also entered the desolate wilderness.

Lin Ying took over the steering wheel and continued driving along the overgrown road towards the town of Delhi.

Everything here reminded him of the scenery he saw during the survival mission, that is, on the way to the town of Alex.

It has the same characteristics as here: desolate, dilapidated, decayed and abject.

The only difference is that after driving into the town of Delhi, you can always encounter living people here and there.

——Those are men wearing lumberjack clothes, generally around 50 or 60 years old. Although there are no trees to cut down, they still drag rusty chainsaws and wander around in the wind and sand.

Well, pretending to be busy.

Lin Ying first drove around the town to observe the environment with his own eyes.

The town has at least 700 or 800 houses, as well as schools, bars, churches, playgrounds and other buildings, which can accommodate at least 10,000 people.

In the beautiful country, such a town is already relatively large.

But now, the entire town still has probably intact buildings, namely churches, bars and about two dozen old houses.

After walking around in a circle, Lin Ying parked the car at the door and strode into the bar.

There were a few old drunkards sitting at the door. There was pungent low-quality wine in their quilts. They were either drunk or poisoned.

A pair of eyes stared at Lin Ying, not friendly, even a little hostile, even the bartender dressed as a cowboy with a gray mustache.

"Let's have a glass of the best tequila, and have something to eat." Lin Ying took out a bill and slapped it on the bar.

The bartender took the money, slowly took out a heavy wine bottle, poured a glass for Lin Ying, and solemnly added a piece of ice.

"Stranger, what are you doing in Derry?"

The bartender's voice was loud, and the ears of those old drunkards were also stunned.

Lin Ying picked up the wine glass. The aroma of the wine was normal, at least it was brewed normally, not alcohol mixed with water.

"I'm looking for someone, a guy named Milton, who came before me. If anyone has seen him and provides me with accurate information, I will pay two thousand dollars as a reward."

There was some commotion in the bar. Obviously, two thousand yuan is not a small amount for the people here.

"Milton?" The bartender frowned, "There is no such person in this town, and besides you, there is no other person who comes to this place that has been forgotten by the world."

"One more drink," Lin Ying took out another banknote.

This time, the bartender held down the banknotes and warned in a low voice: "I don't care who you are or what you want to do, but since you are in Derry, you must abide by the rules here."

Lin Ying shrugged, "So, can you tell me?"

The bartender stared at Lin Ying and said nothing.

Lin Ying suddenly stood up, turned around and said to the old drunkards: "Whoever can tell me Milton's whereabouts will get two thousand yuan. If he can lead me to find him, the reward will be doubled."

The old drunkards all showed greedy expressions, and some even started groping around their waists.

At this time, the door of the bar was suddenly pushed open roughly, and the dust that was just stirred up by the wind and sand poured into the bar.

"Two thousand yuan doubled, that's three thousand yuan, not four thousand yuan."

A fat, strong man with most of his face as if it had been burned by fire, staggered in while counting on his fingers.

He was at least over two meters tall, with broad shoulders and a round waist. He looked like a huge brown bear and must have weighed at least four hundred kilograms.

There is not a single hair on his head, and the deep wrinkles between his eyebrows show that he is very old.

He was dragging a logging chainsaw with one hand and an old-fashioned shotgun with the other hand. He walked directly to Lin Ying, drank the glass of wine that Lin Ying had not yet drank in one gulp, and burst out laughing.

"Boy, you are lucky. Now you can give me my four thousand yuan."

Lin Ying didn't even blink. Not only did he take out a thick wad of banknotes, but he also motioned to the bartender: "It's this kind of wine. Give him a full top and it's mine."

The fat and strong man slammed the table excitedly, then put all the banknotes in his hands and stood up to leave.

Lin Ying patted his shoulder and held the fat man there without using his upper body. He just relied on his basic qualities strengthened by the ghost heart.

"What are you doing?" The fat and strong man's eyes burst out with a fierce look.

Lin Ying said calmly: "You took my money, of course you have to tell me the information I want?"

The fat man shook it hard for a few times, but he couldn't get rid of Lin Ying's hand. Then he stretched out a hand, showed his middle finger, and said with a laugh: "Did you see it? It's right here, haha, come back." Let’s go to Dongfang to eat milk at home…”

Before he could say the insulting word, Lin Ying kicked him in the face, kicking a fat man weighing 400 pounds and flying out, smashing a table and two stools.

The fat and strong man did not faint. He struggled to pick up the shotgun and cursed: "Damn it, I'm going to kill you!"

Lin Ying walked over slowly, stepped on the fat hand holding the gun, and had a chilling smile on his face.

Gradually, the bones made a crackling sound, spreading from the middle finger to the entire palm.

The gun barrel made of wrought iron also deformed, and was gradually squeezed into a whole with the hand holding the gun.

The howl of a slaughtering pig echoed through the bar. Lin Ying leaned down, took out his money one by one, turned around and sat down.

He spread a handful of bills on the bar and said to the bartender: "You count how much compensation you need. Give me another cup and have another one. By the way, he will pay for what he just drank."

The bartender stared at Lin Ying for a long time, then took away some money and asked while pouring the wine: "How long do you plan to stay here?"

"Until Milton is found or confirmed that he is not here."

"You guys, get him away quickly." The bartender shouted at the old drunkards, and then whispered: "Whatever you want, but for the sake of your generosity, I will give you three pieces of advice."

Lin Ying raised his eyebrows and said, "Please speak."

"First, you can find an abandoned house and no one will care about it, but don't go out after sunset."