A Weird Theater That Started In London

That should be the sound of footsteps.

Dull and monotonous.

It came from under the floor, getting closer and closer, and soon appeared in the corridor.

In the end, under the gaze of Lu Li and Darlene, a silver-haired old lady pushed open the glass door. She straightened her hair, walked to the front desk slowly, and gave a kind smile:

"Good morning."

"What can I do for you?"

Lu Li walked over quickly, looked at each other unabashedly, and replied, "Of course, we need two rooms."

If nothing else, the old woman in front of me is Mrs. Pickman. She has exquisite makeup and a pink dress. Although she is old and wrinkled, she has an elegant temperament.

[Chop the husband into coleslaw]

Frankly speaking, it is difficult to connect her with what Darlene described.

But isn't the reversal the essence of horror novels? Maybe, she was in the basement just now cooking the ingredients for today's noon.

Thinking of this, Lu Li couldn't help but hit the hilt of the wolf's head with his right hand.

Almost the same time.

Mrs. Pickman handed over a form and pen to sign the residents to register.

Name, age, gender.

These three items are very perfunctory.

"My friend and I are going on a self-driving tour, and by the way, take a break in this famous town."

After speaking, Lu Li looked up at the old woman's expression while filling in the information blindly, trying to see something.

Unfortunately, the other party is an old drama.

She smiled awkwardly, as if she heard an incredible thing, frowning and repeating: "Famous?"

Lu Li returned the form filled with false information, nodded, with admiration in his tone:

"It is said that the town of Hobbs, written by the master of horror fiction, Sartre Kane, is based on this."

"Sart...Sart..."

Mrs. Pickman seemed to have heard of this name for the first time, and she was a bit uncomfortable speaking, scratching her right cheek, and wondering: "Who is he?"

Immediately afterwards, the silent editor Darlene suddenly hugged Lu Li, her body trembling uncontrollably.

"No one will pay attention to this small town, it's too remote..."

An explanation came, but Lu Li didn't care, he followed Darlene's eyes and looked at——

The oil painting on the wall.

There is no slight change.

However, Lu Li asked vigilantly: "What has changed in it just now, hasn't it?"

"Maybe I... dazzled? The woman on the painting suddenly turned around and stared at it."

Darlene hesitated.

At this moment, Mrs. Pickman looked at the two of them like a madman, and put a smile on her face, and said softly: "I'll get the keys for you."

Without waiting for a reply, he turned around.

Doing so has indeed broken the current dilemma.

Since there was really no abnormality, Lu Li moved his gaze back, and continued to try to talk to the old woman to get clues: "There is no internet signal in this place, and online payment is not possible. So, how about using a credit card?"

"We have no cash around."

In fact, this time Lu Li kept an eye on him, and while speaking, he was distracted to pay attention to Darlene.

At this moment, she was once again attracted by oil paintings.

Subconsciously let out a low whistle, almost immediately, pushing Lu Li with his hands.

The old lady held two keys and turned around: "Oh, at first glance, the two are from the city..."

Her words were ignored again.

Without Darling's reminder, Lu Li turned his head and stared at the oil painting in an instant. He found that the content of the picture had changed. The couple were staring here instead of looking at each other affectionately.

Without any hesitation, Lu Li walked over quickly and lighted a cigarette in the middle.

This time, Mrs. Pickman's expression finally changed, her eyes rolled and she raised her voice to persuade: "Sir, the hotel is non-smoking, because my husband doesn't like the smell of smoke."

Unfortunately, Lu Li didn't care what she said, unless the old woman was willing to show her true appearance.

"Sutter Kane?"

no respond.

The couple in the oil painting keeps their present movements as if they were.

"Do you two know where this guy is?"

"..."

Seeing that the person in the painting was determined to pretend to be dead, Lu Li pulled up the drawing board and checked whether there was a mechanism behind it, then raised his cigarette **** and pressed it down.

The flame ignited and went out.

Then, the scene suddenly changed!

The originally calm and pleasant background turned dark green, which reminded people of the algae in the deep sea, and the couple's faces began to fester, with a lot of herpes and **** blood.

They were wailing silently.

In the end, it became two pink monsters with long tentacles all over the body. Only the upper limbs could barely get involved with humans. They were lying on the ground, gazing at the center of the lake, and there was an ominous church standing there.

"very funny."

Upon seeing this, Lu Li, like a kid who succeeded in a prank, came to the front desk with a cane, "Mrs. Pickman, what do you think?"

The old woman lowered her head, laughed, and continued to pretend to be silly, no, maybe in her opinion, the two guests were crazy.

The female editor Darlene was at a loss. She felt a flower in front of her, that the man who was able to protect herself had disappeared out of thin air.

"The most famous novelist of this century, Sartre Kane has written a book."

While talking, Lu Li already drew out the simple and sharp Sadhu sword, leaped into the front desk, and placed it on the neck of the old woman: "The book says that an old woman named Pickman went crazy and killed her husband. Chopped and mixed with cabbage."

The blade cuts into the skin, and if it goes further, blood will ooze.

"For now, I think the worst you can do is to soak dentures with wine in his private possession without your husband's knowledge."

The blood ran down the skin.

The scene is really scary.

I saw Mrs. Pickman standing still not daring to move. Darlene, who was not far away, thought of the slap and the terrifying sights he encountered along the way, and instantly put away his sympathy, and across the counter, watching the two of them stay silent. Voice.

"Let me see what you are, otherwise, there will be no chance."

Lu Li's eyes were cold and sharp, and the blade went in again, showing that he was not joking.

Maybe the next moment, maybe after two breaths ~www.readwn.com~ The old woman dropped her head.

In silence.

The blood flowed more and more.

Soaked in a pink top.

Suddenly, Mrs. Pickman's head suddenly lifted, and withered and sharp claws attacked Lu Li's chest, very fast, in a posture of death.

The silver light passed!

A black misty arm raised high and hit the wooden cabinet, and then, it changed into something like an octopus's wrist.

This is the end of the matter. He was fed up with endless decryption games and decided to use some of his power to weigh this weird town.

Therefore, after seeing this scene, Lu Li didn't startle but laughed instead. The ancient swords of various mysterious metals whizzed through the air, spiraling out a half arc, and slashing towards the hideous human head.

On the other side, a large amount of mucus splashed out.

The old woman's old skin cracked, and hundreds of tentacles ejected, hovering, twisting, and whistling.