Man in the old days, Lord of the Seven Sins

Chapter 66 Maybe they just fell asleep?
April 1588, 4, night in the old calendar.

North of Old London, the small town of Harlow.

On the quiet street, the evening wind blew up the discarded newspapers on the side of the street, and a gray-haired mouse with the size of a fist squeaked and ran out of the dark alley into the sewer beside it.

Reiner followed behind John, looking solemnly at the town where he had lived for more than 20 years.

Its barren and dilapidated appearance appeared in his mind for the first time.

"Reiner, has this town always been like this in the past?" John frowned. He always felt that an ominous atmosphere was gathering somewhere in this town.

"No, Sir John, it was bustling in my memory.

Especially at night, Harlow is the most lively.

The vendors on both sides of the street, the crowd of shoppers, and the group of enthusiastic girls standing on the street soliciting customers can be seen everywhere. "

Reiner kept shaking his head, the memories of the past and the present scene were constantly impacting Reiner's brain, making him unable to believe that the absurd town he saw before him was the Harlow he knew.

"Where did that person go?" John asked his inner doubts.

The two came to Harlow in a hired carriage. When they arrived at the town, the coachman seemed to have seen a ghost and refused to go any further, no matter how much money he gave, so John and Leiner had no choice but to get out of the carriage and walk on foot.

After finally entering the town, I thought it was an easy investigation, but the town full of weird atmosphere showed John that some strange things must have happened here.

Even if things are expected in the worst direction, it is not impossible that the people in this small town may all be killed by demons without knowing it.

"Perhaps they were just asleep?"

Reiner's absurd answer made John roll his eyes.

"Go, go to your uncle's house now, you said, he will entertain us."

John quickened his pace. He always felt that if he stayed on the street, he would be watched by some creatures.

"Yes, Sir John."

The two walked all the way to the east of the town.

In front of a two-story house with red and white tiles next to the fountain near the town center, Reiner stepped forward and knocked on the door.

"It's here, Commander John. Uncle Finch is a warm person. I believe he will greet us well."

"hope so."

John looked around, except for the dim light of the street lamps on the street, the rest of the houses were dark. In the darkness in the distance, John could even feel a vague chill.

Just then, the door opened.

A pair of cloudy and white pupils were exposed from behind the door.

"Uncle Finch, long time no see, do you still remember me? I'm Leiner!" Reiner stuck one foot in the doorway and opened his hands, trying to show his enthusiasm to Uncle Finch.

"Leiner? Get out of here!"

Behind the door, Finch shouted rudely.

"Oh, Uncle Finch, my friend and I have just arrived in Harlow, and there is no place to live. I hope you can take us in for a while, and we will pay you in full."

Seeing being reprimanded and having no hope of greeting, Leiner used the second strategy he had discussed with Chief John, the money offensive.

"Isn't he from the town?" Finch stared at John with cloudy eyes.

John was stared at with a layer of cold sweat on his back, and Finch looked at him with a kind of scrutiny.

"Yes, Uncle Finch, I recruited him from the administration for help. Didn't the mayor set up a collection team?" Leiner remained enthusiastic, trying to convince John of what he said.

"Administrative Authority? Clearance Team? Oh, yes, Clearance Team, come in." Finch paused, as if remembering something, he took one last look at Reiner, propped his feet and crutches, Open the door.

"Let's go, John, I knew that Uncle Finch would take good care of us." Reiner seemed a little happy. If Uncle Finch is still there, the collection team must still be there.

John stood in the doorway, rubbing his chin.

Just now, Finch looked at him strangely, which made him vigilant, especially when he spoke very strangely. There was obviously something wrong with it.

However, John glanced at the street again.

Compared with a Finch, this town gave John a greater sense of danger.

John walked into the house.

The dim light gradually brightened.

Some steam boiled from the decaying pipes on the walls of the house from time to time, accompanied by the gradual brightness of the light.

"Sorry, this pipe hasn't been repaired for some years, but as long as you don't get close to it, you won't be scalded by those damn steam." Finch came out with two cups of tea.

Reiner avoided the steam pipes.

Since turning back into a human, he found himself terrified of the scorching steam.

Perhaps it is because the ghoul toxin in the body has not been completely discharged.

John's nose sniffed.

Only then did he smell a meaty smell wafting from the kitchen.

It's not like beef, and it's not quite like pork, but it's a bit like mutton, with a special smell of mutton.

"Oh, Uncle Finch, did you cook the meat specially because you knew we were coming?" Reiner took the tea offered by Finch rather bluntly, and sat on the sofa.

"Wait a while, I'll bring you the meat when it's cooked."

Finch's voice was a little hoarse.

He was holding a teacup and sitting on the sofa, his left trouser leg was empty.

A pair of cloudy pupils stared at John again.

John felt terrified at the sight.

"Oh, by the way, Uncle Finch, why didn't you see little Finch? I haven't seen him for a long time." Reiner seemed to have thought of something. After coming for so long, what happened to his noisy little brother? Did not run out.

Finch turned his head and glanced at Reiner, stood up, limped on crutches, and walked towards the kitchen without saying a word.

"Reiner, are you sure he is really your Uncle Finch." Watching Finch's back enter the kitchen, John sat next to Reiner and asked in a low voice.

That sense of absurdity filled his mind at this moment.

"Uncle Finch was originally weird, but today it seems to be even weirder. Little Finch usually runs down the stairs when guests come, but today he has no voice, which is not normal."

"And Uncle Finch's legs have always been good before. I never thought that he would be lame."

While speaking, Reiner's gaze shifted to the stairs.

Dim and quiet, the dark corridor gives people a sense of extreme discomfort, as if there is something XZ there.

"Sir John, I think we should take a good night's rest after eating, maybe it's because of being too tired." Reiner's body trembled subconsciously, and that feeling made him very uncomfortable.

"Yeah." John replied in a low voice.

He squinted and touched the handle of the gun at his waist.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized that the smell of meat had another possibility besides mutton.

If it is really that possible, then what happened in this small town is too scary.

Finch came out of the kitchen with a covered pot.

The smell of meat filled the living room.

"Uncle Finch, you are so polite, you actually gave us stew."

Reiner rubbed his stomach, a sense of hunger rose from his stomach.

"I think I could eat a big plate."

Finch looked at Reiner with a weird smile on his face.

He turned to look at John again, a look of anticipation in his eyes.

John glanced at Reiner, then at Finch, stood up suddenly, and kicked the pot in Finch's hand.

(End of this chapter)