The Uncanny Valley Travel Guide

Soft, his face was hot and his ears were red, and he couldn't struggle, so he stammered and shouted in a low voice: "Stop making trouble, brother, let go!"

He Qin raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, and wanted to rub the child again. At this time, Du Zijun, who heard the movement outside, felt suspicious, and couldn't help turning his head and glanced at the half-closed door——

Du Zijun: "..."

He Qin: "..."

Wen Zheliu, who noticed something was wrong and looked back: "..."

The three met each other in embarrassment. Du Zijun had already been baptized into a Buddha by these repeated shocks. She shook her head and smiled kindly and relievedly.

Wen Zheliu: "...ha, haha, it's Miss Du again."

He Qin gave a low laugh, "Miss Du? I think you should call him Mr. Du."

Wen Zheliu suspected that he had heard it wrong: "...what?"

"I said," facing Wen Zheliu, He Qin always had endless patience, "You should call him Mr. Du, if I guessed correctly, he should be a man."

"what?!"

He Qin said helplessly: "The sitting posture, the way he talks, the way he smokes, the way he walks... don't you see anything inconsistent?"

Wen Zheliu Sanguan was shocked to pieces, he was stunned for a long time, he was unwilling to believe this fact: "But she... no, how could such a place like Uncanny Valley, which is 100% connected with reality, appear? BUG?"

He Qin didn't force him to believe, just handed him the book in his hand, and said: "Then don't care whether he is Miss or Mr., read this first."

Wen Zheliu lowered his head, and saw the "Records of Small Town's Last Events" that He Qin had just taken.

The thin book looks a bit dated, and on the cover is a hand-painted carbon ink bird's-eye view of the town, which is marked with the author's name: Father Abel.

"Written by a clergyman." So Wen Zheliu hurriedly put aside the too embarrassing question just now, and took a closer look at the page that He Qin had opened for him.

It is not so much a book as it is a diary of a priest. Apart from his daily life, there are some completely insignificant and trivial things that happened in a small town called Arlington. For trifles, Wen Zheliu's mind turned quickly, and he read books quickly. He scanned through a dozen pages in detail and quickly, and suddenly found a crucial point.

In the narrative of the priest, he described in detail several wandering youths who returned to the small town because they were unemployed in the city. He is also the nephew of the Sheriff.

"The priest lives in Arlington, the town where Marianne used to live." He continued to read thoughtfully.

It's not very good to think so, but since the priest wrote about those rascals, the content of the writing has not only become much richer, but also more readable.

"...These blasphemous criminals have not been punished as they should be, and even hold weapons and the power to punish the people at will, so their actions have become more rampant, and they dare to call themselves emperors in this isolated town. They hurt Innocent, in turn defiled a... young faithful woman named Theresa during the first month of harvest..."

He froze for a long time, his brows almost knit into a knot.

Theresa?Why is it a coincidence that the girl mentioned by the priest has the same name as the holy nun?

"Go on and look down." He Qin said.

So Wen Zheliu went on to read: "...In the second month, they intensified. In addition to the daughters of a good family who were harassed by them, they also brutally violated a mother's daughter, a miserable family, and several heartbroken people. Relatives - what they are doing is getting more and more rampant, but my term here is over, if I have the chance, I will come back and preach the gospel to the people here... Ha, what, this priest actually ran away first ?”

The following content is full of what the priest has seen and heard in other places. Wen Zheliu is not happy to read these insignificant things, so he hastily flipped back and finally reached the ending of the town.

"...I came back here a few months later." He carefully read the last two paragraphs, "My God, this town is almost completely deserted, and the sinners are dead, and the bodies are nowhere to be found , the town is still covered with the shadow of death and disease. The magistrate's mansion is dilapidated, and the mutilated body is choked up in the upper stream that runs through the town, and the rest is stained red with blood. This is God The coming of the punishment of God, or the consequences of the devil doing evil in the world?

Anyway, I ended up walking away from here and swore never to return.And the mystery of this town will be deeply buried in my heart until I sleep forever under the dark earth. "

This book is over.

Wen Zheliu closed it, thought for a while, and concluded: "That is to say, there used to be a few hooligans in the town who did all kinds of crimes. Later, they became the town's guards with the help of one of them, and then bullied men and women to do all kinds of evil. Received retribution, was massacred?"

He took out the paper on which he had written the ballad silently before, and looked at it carefully: "It seems that the 'I' in 'my mother sent me some yeast' should refer to the victim, and those young people who 'frightened me' Man', refers to the dictator of the town."

"In an isolated environment, a group of unsupervised soldiers with weapons in their hands," He Qin said, "you don't have to guess what will happen."

"However, Marian never mentioned the massacre or why she moved here, which is very suspicious."

Wen Zheliu frowned slightly. At this moment, he saw a mass of ink stains where it was supposed to be the ending signature. He scratched it with his fingernails and wondered: "There should be a date and time when it was finished, how could it be messed up?" Dirty?"

He Qin took a look over and said, "Go out and exchange information first, if you have anything to ask Marianne during dinner."

The two walked out of the study and joined the crowd at the dining table.