God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

Perhaps because the little turtle was still sleeping, the old man didn't turn on the lights in the police station. He looked at the confused young man sitting opposite him and asked again:

"Is there anyone among you who is dead?"

It's an affirmative sentence, not a question.

He Ziyun's thoughts were flowing quickly, and he patted his forehead as if he had reacted quickly, and his tone was unnaturally low:

"Yes, someone died."

"One of the strangers who came with me yesterday did die..."

He lowered his eyelids and his thick eyelashes trembled, as if he wanted to hide his fear:

"People in the town said that this was because of a curse two years ago that caused a murderous "butcher" to appear in West Town. "

Seemingly frightened by the death last night, the young man licked his lips, held the water glass tighter, and looked pale:

"Are you a policeman? You should be, otherwise why would you live in the police station...Will the butcher be caught? I, I should be able to leave this town and go home, right?"

The old man listened to his words quietly, then lowered his head and took a sip of water.

A few seconds later, when the atmosphere became even more deadly and He Ziyun became more "frightened", the old man asked again:

"How did that man die?"

He still didn't respond to He Ziyun's words.

He Ziyun seemed to be "scared" and was a little stunned. He subconsciously followed the old man's words and murmured:

"The skin was skinned, and there was a wound on the neck from an axe. The red flesh and white fascia were viciously exposed..."

As he spoke, Shunyi District's face became paler and paler, and he even retched uncontrollably.

——This is not pretending, He Ziyun just thought of the dream he had last night.

The nightmare of being skinned himself.

Even He Ziyun couldn't control his fear and nausea when he saw that he was skinned and his heart was crushed by something invisible.

After all, he doesn't want to die just yet. No one will die meaninglessly when they have power and money.

The old man's expression relaxed slightly. He seemed to have thought of something and sighed slightly.

"Young man, since you have seen his body, you should understand that there is a high probability that you will not be able to get out."

His tone was very light, as if he was stating the reality in a bloody way:

"No matter you, or those who mistakenly entered this town with you, or even those of us who are locals in the town, we can't escape."

He Ziyun seemed to be stunned by his words, and after a long while he said:

"Is there no other way?"

"How?" The old man smiled, and for the first time a sarcastic smile appeared on his numb face:

"If I could help it, I would no longer be in this place."

After he finished speaking, He Ziyun seemed to be shocked. Neither of them spoke, and the entire police station suddenly became very quiet, with no sound at all.

It was not until He Ziyun smoothed away the chaotic emotions in his mind that he acted as if he had just reacted after being "scared", and his tone was very light:

"But you seem to be different from those villagers."

He Ziyun looked like he was trying to suppress his fear, raised the cup in his hand, and said:

"The water you gave me was hot, Mr. Lu. No, I should still call you Officer Lu, right?"

The old man was silent for a moment, and his eyes became a little dazed, as if he was remembering something for a moment.

This time, he responded.

"I do not know."

The old man said bluntly: "I don't know why the water here is hot."

He Ziyun looked at him in astonishment, a little surprised by this answer:

"No, you don't know either?"

The old man shook his head: "Two years ago, when the butcher appeared in Xicheng Town and the first person died, the townspeople thought it was just a coincidence. The person who died was unlucky, so he was chosen by the murderer."

"It wasn't until the fourth person in town was killed that we realized something was wrong,"

The old man closed his eyes: "At first, there was only a shallow layer of white fog around the town. We all thought it was due to the weather and didn't pay attention. Later, there was no hot food, water or water in the town anymore. Food, everything cannot be heated by electricity or fire, it's like it's under some kind of curse."

The old man said: "There is no more hot food in Xicheng Town."

"But the water heater you have here can be used normally."

He Ziyun looked at the table near the corner not far behind the old man.

——A hot water kettle with a plug on the table.

The glass of water in his hand was poured from the hot water bottle.

"No," the old man shook his head. He stood up slowly, walked around He Ziyun and walked to another room behind him.

After a while, the old man came out carrying a basin.

He Ziyun was stunned for a few seconds and narrowed his eyes slightly.

The basin in the old man's hand was steaming upward.

"Not just hot water, hot soup and rice, even noodles, I can make everything hot here."

As the old man spoke, he carefully placed the basin on the workbench in front of He Ziyun and made a "please" gesture:

"The egg noodles I ordered just now are too much. If you're hungry, you're welcome."

He Ziyun looked down at the egg noodles in front of him in "astonishment", and was at a rare loss of words to say.

But at the same time, there is also a sixth sense that is closer to the main storyline of this instance.

The main plot is definitely about this old man.

"Why? Why aren't you affected?"

He still asked blankly, even though the old man had said twice that he didn't know.

He Ziyun didn't think the old man was lying. He picked up the chopsticks as he spoke, and the hot air hit his face. It was the first time he encountered the temperature in this copy.

Just like the cold white fog outside.

His hand holding the chopsticks paused, startled by the sudden thought that had just occurred to him.

He Ziyun lowered his head and looked at the heat brought by the hot noodle soup, and felt more and more that this heat was similar to the white mist outside.

The old man showed no obvious irritation. He repeated his answer, "I don't know."

"Is this so..."

He Ziyun blinked. His eyes seemed to be smeared by the hot noodle soup. There were a few tiny water drops hanging on his eyelashes, clinging to them.

The young man lowered his head and took a sip of the hot noodle soup, swallowing it with satisfaction.

"Then let me drink something hot first. It's quite uncomfortable not having anything hot all day."

elder:"……"

It seemed that he didn't expect the young man to say that. His stiff and numb expression was a little confused, but in the end he just walked to sit down next to the sleeping turtle and said softly:

"Eat, eat more."

After all, he didn't know how long this "specialness" would last.

Will it last until the day he dies?