Gu Juan took the blood book closer, and then looked down.

"I've been in this town for I don't know how many days, and every next morning, I forget what happened before, and I only remember the moment I just stepped into this candlelight town, maybe as time goes by, when the memory of stepping into the town becomes blurred, I don't know what everything will become......"

"Su Luo, shopkeeper ......"

"Angels descend and receive the ...... of heaven"

One incredible piece of information after another swirled in his mind, almost bursting his head.

If it weren't for the essence of the opening paragraph, the clear statement of identity, and the fact that the whole text was mixed with Chinese characters, pinyin, and even English from time and space from time to time, he couldn't believe that this thing was really written by himself, and he couldn't believe all the weird situations mentioned in it.

After combing through all the information obtained one by one, Gu Juan made several judgments.

First, the daytime sunlight is very lethal to him, so he can't go out until night comes.

Second, every time in the middle of the night, he would not be able to suppress the sleepiness that swept in, and at most he would insist on tea time and fall asleep directly, not caring where he was at the time or what he was doing, anyway, he just closed his eyes and loved it.

Third, it is now clear that he came into contact with a restaurant in the town last night, watched the scene of the bloody soup in the back kitchen and the dead man's hair, and had an in-depth exchange with the shopkeeper who ran out to ask for money, and finally picked up an axe and hacked him to death.

Then he came to this courtyard and fought a big battle with a woman in a white dress and a white dress, mentioning the arrival of angels and the organization of the heavens, and leaving behind puzzles that make people think about it.

Time passed little by little, and Gu Juan stayed in the house until nightfall, then changed into a wide robe with a high crown and a broad belt, took some jade money, and quietly blended into the noisy long street outside.

In the following period, he really integrated himself into the candle town that only "comes alive" at night, and became a resident of the town who smuggled in.

Or it is more appropriate to be a night owl who is diurnal and nocturnal.

During the day, he hid in the courtyard of the town to avoid the light, and when night fell, when the moon was at the top, he sneaked out of the house and walked the streets with the other townsmen, observing and recording everything he saw, heard, and thought.

When everyone went back to their respective homes and looked for their mothers, Gu Juan naturally did not stay outside alone, but went to a courtyard in order, and couldn't help but say that he would first hack the aborigines inside to death, and then occupy the magpie's nest without any psychological burden, and fall asleep, waiting for the night to fall the next day.

He temporarily gave up his thoughts about Dr. Su in white clothes and white dresses, compared to the other residents of the town, this woman is really a little difficult to deal with, and if she is not right, she will even be seriously injured, and even have the danger of capsizing.

Therefore, in line with the principle of first making it easy and then making it difficult, and picking up the soft persimmons, he had no choice but to set his sights on other people, and to make good records, shoot a shot to change places, and gain the true meaning of guerrilla warfare.

As time passed, the diary written by Gu Juan became thicker and thicker, and the content became more and more in-depth and detailed, and every time he woke up in the morning, when his memory was habitually missing, the surprise in his heart became more and more when he saw his book for the first time.

To be precise, it's a kind of shock of a male dog.

It can also be said to be a doubt arising from the violent conflict between thought and reality.

After being shocked and confused, the only thing Gu Juan did was to sort out and summarize the contents of the diary, and then wait until after dark, and then go out to further enrich and improve the content of the diary, so as to give himself a bigger surprise when he wakes up tomorrow morning.

And throughout the implementation of the observation program, the single and biggest problem is......

I'm so hungry!!

Really, really hungry......

Only the first time he woke up from the house, he didn't feel so hungry, but then he didn't eat a bite or drink a sip of water for several days, and even with the strength of his health, he was already on the verge of collapse.

That is, the air in the second half of the night is foggy and wet, so that he can draw a little water from it, otherwise he will be killed just by the lack of water.

Throughout the town's observation diary, it mentions the bloody kitchen of the restaurant the most often, which also shows that in the case of extreme hunger, he once doubted the content of his record more than once, and then went to the back kitchen of the restaurant again and again to check and confirm.

As a result, naturally, there is no result.

Hungry or hungry, endure or endure, continue to observe and explore the fog that hangs over the town until he breaks the barrier and escapes, or waits until the day comes when he really can't stand it anymore and goes berserk.

The night is thick and the breeze is cool.

Gu Juan walked slowly in the gray area where the lights and darkness were intertwined, and passed through one resident after another with a blank face.

I have to say that every time I see people who have died in their diaries, and they are walking by alive at this time, my mood will always be a little complicated and weird.

Of course, it's more about being nervous, busy and tired.

For he had to discern in the shortest possible time which people he had killed and which had not yet been greeted by his axe.

This is a very test of memory and observation, not to mention that because of habitual memory loss, he can only find clues from the words recorded in the diary, and compare them with the crowd on the street one by one, the workload is not small, nor is it not cumbersome.

Fortunately, after I don't know how many times he observed and recorded, he found that the nightlife of the residents of the town has quite a rule to follow, and it can even be said that it is like acting on the stage, and they will come out to rehearse every night, from the script to the venue, from the actors to the lines, from the movement to the stuck point, each time it is almost the same and tends to be the same.

And as the number of killings he kills on this stage increases, the difficulty of investigation becomes much less, which reduces the difficulty of observing the record, but also brings more doubts, doubts about what this town is.

What's more, the courtyard of every house seems to hide secrets that have not been seen through, because no matter what kind of movement he makes inside, it will not affect the outside of the courtyard wall, which is really incomprehensible.

Gu Juan took a deep breath, pretended to have a bulging belly, sniffed the aroma of food all the way, and once again stood in front of the door of the thriving restaurant.

He decided to go deeper tonight, not to move the ordinary townspeople, but to target the middle-aged man who had mentioned the angel several times.