Trickster Hunter.

Chapter 267 Rattle

This strange situation lasted for half a minute before the two little girls picked up the rattle and kite on the ground and turned away.

Soon, they disappeared at the end of the street.

"Boss?" Sun Hang turned his head to look at the crack in the door and asked tentatively.

no respond.

"Boss? Are you still here?" Sun Hang asked again.

Still no response.

Even a blind man could see that there was something strange about the two little girls - compared to those "worthless" townspeople, they were obviously very special.

But what puzzled Sun Hang was that he had clearly "offended" them just now, but they ended up targeting the "shop owner" who had shown no ill will towards them at all...

What is this? Does bullying exist in the world of weird things?
But I am not that “hard”, am I?

All his memetic abilities were lost, and those mysterious "trump cards" were nowhere to be found. Except for the time when he just woke up in the hospital, this could be said to be Sun Hang's weakest period. Apart from the hunting pistol hidden in the holster under his armpit, his remaining combat ability was almost negligible.

This place is obviously a world where the strong prey on the weak, which can be seen from the fact that the "shopkeeper" kills the townspeople on the street at will. But if that is the case, why would the "shopkeeper" conduct fair and honest transactions with me when I have no fighting ability, instead of choosing to kill and rob?

Could it be that in this strange town, outsiders have superior privileges?

Weird? Western worship?
These two completely unrelated words collided with each other in Sun Hang's mind.

"It's a bit outrageous..."

Sun Hang shook his head and reached out to push the half-open carved wooden door.

With a teeth-grinding creaking sound, the wooden door was pushed inwards, and the light from the street outside shone in. The darkness in the room suddenly retreated - the darkness retreated very quickly, as if it was trying to avoid it. Before the light was projected to a certain place, the darkness there had already shrunk deeper, leaving only a vague shadow.

Those black things were not shadows, but had entities - Sun Hang had seen them once before when he dragged the middle-aged woman in, but he didn't know why these things could leave the room and be exposed to the street lights at that time, but now they were so cowardly.

"boss?"

Sun Hang asked "politely" and then pushed the two wooden doors open as far as possible.

A small stool made of bamboo strips was lying one meter away from the threshold. Next to the stool was a hookah also made of bamboo.

As for the "person" who was sitting here smoking just now, he disappeared without a trace.

Sun Hang stepped over the threshold and walked into the house.

For a moment, he felt a chill approaching from both sides behind him - it was the darkness in the room that was spreading to the inside of the outer wall, where the light could not reach.

But they can only spread to the door. If they go any further, they will come into contact with the light coming in from outside.

Sun Hang always felt that if he took two more steps forward, the door would close again behind him.

He squatted down, picked up the hookah on the ground, took out the short knife he carried with him, split the bench in half with a few strokes, and then used these things to block between the door and the threshold.

Unless the force of closing the door can break these bamboos... as long as he hears the sound of bamboos being stressed, Sun Hang will break out without hesitation - these two wooden doors are very thin and the material is very fragile. Even without the bonus of memetic ability, ordinary people can easily knock them open with their strength.

Sun Hang continued to walk inside. With every step he took, the darkness huddled in the corner took a step back.

"Boss, where have you been? I wanted to buy something from you." Sun Hang asked as he walked.

Still no one responded.

These old buildings are all two-story structures. Sun Hang took out his mobile phone, turned on the flashlight, and shone it towards the four corners of the room. Sure enough, there were wooden steps leading to the second floor on both sides.

In the center of the room, there was an altar against the wall, and on the altar was a Buddha statue, but the statue was incomplete - from the left shoulder to the right rib, the upper part was missing.

It was like being cut by the "Kasaya Slash" in Japanese swordsmanship - the reason why it was called the Kasaya Slash was because the direction and angle of the cut happened to be the line covering the robe.

Sun Hang didn't know much about Buddhism, so he couldn't recognize which Buddha or Bodhisattva this statue without even a head belonged to. There was no plaque or hanging banner next to the statue to indicate its identity.

In addition to the Buddha statue, there is a bronze incense burner on the altar with three extinguished incense sticks in it. In front of the incense burner are three porcelain plates with chips on the edges.

The two porcelain plates were empty, but on the middle one was the "bait block" that the "shop owner" had just bought from Sun Hang.

"We buy food not for eating, but for offering and sacrifice?" Sun Hang suddenly understood why "food" was so precious in Maoyun Town.

If this thing were given some kind of "religious meaning", then everything would make sense.

"But... why do we have to worship a headless Buddha statue?" Sun Hang tilted his head and looked at the Buddha statue on the table. "Is it some kind of evil god? Or some powerful weird creature?"

Sun Hang always felt that it was better to worship the three monkeys than to worship this thing...

In his opinion, among all the known monsters, it seems that no one has the ability to compete with the three monkeys.

He even suspected at one point that his ability to "make his wishes come true" came from the three monkeys.

This is an ability comparable to a weapon of causality. According to the "professional terminology" in fantasy novels, it is the "power of law."

Something as grand as the power of laws generally won't appear in the early stages. Only in the very late stages when the protagonist and the final BOSS are in a decisive battle, will the power of laws be used to fight back...creating famous scenes like "the great way is wiped out".

For ordinary characters, let alone obtaining the power of laws, even just seeing the big guys using the power of laws, the insights gained are enough to make them overlords.

However, Sun Hang did not feel lost about the disappearance of his ability. Instead, he felt a little secretly happy - it was a long-lost feeling of freedom. Before this, he always felt that there were three pairs of eyes watching him all the time.

He looked like a fucking voyeur.

And now, those three lines of sight disappeared completely.

There is really nothing more gratifying than this.

Sun Hang raised his cell phone and pointed it at the Buddha statue on the table.

He discovered not long ago that the camera on a mobile phone has the same ability to "reveal the truth about strange things" as a mirror. However, considering the limited battery life of the mobile phone, he tries not to use the camera on his mobile phone when he can use a mirror.

However, the situation is special now. The light in the room is dim, and the effect of the mirror is greatly affected. In comparison, the low-light lens built into the mobile phone allows you to see things much more clearly.

The Buddha statue in the camera was no longer a Buddha statue, but a withered skeleton sitting cross-legged on the table. This skeleton was also cut by the monk's robe, and the upper body from the left shoulder to the right rib was neatly cut off. Sun Hang moved the camera downward, and other things also revealed their true colors - the bait block turned into the familiar rotten meat, and the three incense sticks inserted in the incense burner turned into three blood-stained fingers.

The fingers were very thin, almost skin and bones, with the base of the fingers stuck in the soil and the nails on the other end had obvious burn marks.

It seems that these three fingers are really being burned as incense?
Can this thing be lit? Sun Hang couldn't help but doubt it.

There was nothing else on the altar, and Sun Hang turned the camera to the darkness huddled in the corner of the room.

The darkness was still darkness, and the camera was pitch black, unable to see anything clearly.

"Will I be punished by God if I steal tribute?" Sun Hang walked to the altar and picked up the "bait block".

The moment the bait left the plate, he vaguely saw that the "Buddha statue" on the table seemed to move.

"Are you anxious?" Sun Hang asked half-jokingly, staring at the Buddha statue.

The "Buddha statue" moved again, and this time the amplitude was very obvious, which means that what Sun Hang just saw was not an illusion.

"If you want tribute, come and get it." Sun Hang tossed the "bait" in his hand. "A great man once said that if you work hard, you will have enough food and clothing. You are unwilling to even move your buttocks, and you are still waiting for others to give you tribute? This tribute is better than feeding it to dogs!"

Sun Hang was trying to provoke the other party... Since the shop owner, the black shadow and the two weird little girls didn't dare to do anything on their own, he wanted to see what this Buddha statue worshipped by the shop owner was capable of.

Although his ability disappeared, his keen intuition was still there - his intuition did not sense any threat. Even when the dark matter tried to spread towards the door, Sun Hang only felt a slight chill.

This chill was far from being threatening. At best, it was like walking on the road at night and looking back to see a little black cat on the beam staring at you.

The "Buddha statue" shook violently, and raised its only remaining arm, as if it was going to pounce on Sun Hang, but after hesitating for a moment, it sat back in its original position and resumed its original posture.

"So cowardly?" It was Sun Hang's turn to be surprised... He wondered how the other party could still endure it even though he had already been so arrogant?

Sun Hang pulled out his pistol and pointed it at the torso of the Buddha statue.

Gunmanship is also a method, trajectory is also the Tao, Amitabha, the Tao follows nature.

Sun Hang pulled the trigger.

The sound of the gunshot was absorbed by the surrounding darkness the moment it sounded, just like the screams of the "middle-aged woman" who was dragged into the room.

The Buddha statue that was hit fell apart instantly. Sun Hang quickly raised his mobile phone and turned on the camera.

The skeletons, which were already incomplete, are now even more broken, but they are not "dead" yet. The bones that were blown away are still wriggling towards the altar, as if trying to reassemble themselves again.

It’s a pity that at their crawling speed, it will take a long time for them to gather together again.

At this moment, Sun Hang seemed to sense something and turned his head - he saw that the hookah used for sex was gone, and in the corner of the room, a familiar fire lit up.

A pungent smell of smoke drifted into Sun Hang's nostrils.

"Boss? Are you still alive?" Sun Hang stared at the fire and asked, "If you are alive, why don't you make any sound?"

From the very beginning, Sun Hang suspected that the dark matter was the real body of the "shop owner"... Now it seems that he was right.

“Don’t you feel... hungry?” The owner’s voice floated out faintly from the corner, as weak as an old man half buried in the ground.

"I'm not hungry." Sun Hang touched his stomach, and the strong feeling of fullness brought by the compressed biscuit was still there.

"I'm so hungry... so hungry..." said the owner weakly.

"Since you are hungry, why don't you eat the food you bought with great difficulty, but use it to worship this broken Buddha statue?" Sun Hang threw the bait in his hand towards the fire. "I thought you were dead just now... Since you are still alive, return it to its original owner."

With a "pop", the bait fell to the ground.

"Thank you... thank you..."

Darkness suddenly pounced, and a creepy chewing sound rang out in the room.

The chewing sound didn't sound like eating pastries like bait blocks, but rather like tearing some tough meat.

After all, the "true face" of this bait is a piece of rotten meat, so Sun Hang is not surprised at all that it makes such a sound.

"Can you tell me where those two little girls came from?" Sun Hang asked.

The two little girls left so quickly that Sun Hang had no time to use a mirror to look at them.

"They...they are the food raised by the mayor's family." The chewing sound stopped. "Don't...go...to...take...them...or..."

"What else?"

"Otherwise...you will be...like me..."

The shopkeeper's voice stopped abruptly.

The darkness in the room receded like the tide, and the candles on the two corners of the altar were automatically lit, emitting dim light that illuminated the entire room.

In the corner where the sound just came from, there was a thing that could barely be called a "human" lying on the ground. Its facial features were completely distorted, and one could barely make out a mouth. Other parts such as the eyes, nose, and ears were completely blended together, just like the pattern on coffee latte art that had been stirred vigorously twice with a spoon.

He only ate less than half of the "bait" - which is not actually accurate, because there was a fist-sized hole in its throat, and the half-chewed bait leaked out of the hole and fell to the ground.

There was a trace of dark red blood in the off-white bait pieces.

"Boss?" Sun Hang walked up and kicked the other person lightly.

There was no movement, and no breath of any kind.

It's dead...or rather, it's "died".

Sun Hang noticed that there seemed to be something pressing on the chest of the corpse. He turned the corpse over with his toes, and the object was immediately revealed.

It was a rattle without ears.

(End of this chapter)