The third uncle touched the leather waistcoat again angrily.

Still didn't touch the smoke.

He concealed his embarrassment with a smile.

"What has become of Solar."

He didn't seem to want to answer or know the answer to this question.

"I was scared out of my mind. It was the first time I saw supernatural phenomena in the empire."

"Soral didn't seem to recognize me anymore. He looked at me blankly, then leaned down to gnaw on the corpse."

"I was stunned...I actually walked up!"

"Ha ha."

The third uncle licked his lips, his eyes clearly filled with fear.

"What's lying on the ground is not a corpse, but a living corpse similar to Solar!"

"You can't tell the difference between two living corpses, do you understand?

What I mean is that the living corpses are all very similar, with rotten or dried skin, no nose, withered muscles, no pupils in the pupils, only the whites of the eyes..."

The third uncle paused, shook his head slightly, and stopped describing this.

"In other words, Solar is eating his own kind."

Third uncle affirmed.

"He became a monster."

He changed the subject.

"Just like that little girl... they are both monsters, but obviously different types."

The third uncle patted the shoulder of Chen Yan, who had already straightened his eyes.

"You asked me if I knew anything about this zoo."

"I know, of course I know some,

I've been here for ten years and I've heard countless rumors about Byron Weiss Zoo.

I have some idea of ​​what's in this zoo."

He glanced deep into the thick fog.

"I also probably know what Baron Weiss does."

The third uncle was a little nervous and smelled the residual smoke smell on his right index and middle finger.

His two fingers were sallow, the color stained by a large number of cigarette butts.

The faint smell of cigarette smoke, smelling of men's sweat, stimulated Uncle San's nerves and made him sober up.

"But there are some things you can't know, Street Boy, you're just an ordinary person and you shouldn't be exposed to those things."

He emphasized repeatedly.

"Ordinary people with better luck."

"You are young and have already been exposed to another side of the empire. You will quickly understand that this is what this empire is really like."

"besides."

Uncle San pointed to a location on the side of the bus stop.

"Now, what you can do is to call your boss or colleague and ask him to take us out."

Chen Yan looked in the direction pointed by his third uncle,

I saw a public telephone booth standing on the right side of the bus stop and behind the landing sign.

The floor-to-ceiling bus stop sign blocked most of Chen Yan's view, and the blizzard covered the poor part of the bus stop sign that was not visible.

How did the third uncle see the public phone booth?

Maybe his eyes are cunning enough.

Maybe he has been here before?

Chen Yan didn't know the answer to this question,

He could only guess that the third uncle did not call for help through his own connections, perhaps because the third uncle knew:

Assistance can only be obtained by calling the zoo management staff.

The third uncle must know more, but he obviously doesn't want to say more.

Chen Yan did not respond to Third Uncle's request. He didn't know what he should do for the time being.

He only knows that there must be more unknown [rules] in the zoo.

If he triggers these rules, or inadvertently violates the [Rules], the consequences are unknown.

It is also something that he, as an ordinary person, cannot bear.

"Uncle, this place is evil, I don't dare."

He said it directly.

The third uncle slapped his thigh again, and his temper immediately rose.

"Look at your potential! What you can accomplish! Fight on the streets!"

The third uncle scolded Chen Yan and became very angry.

Chen Yan didn't care about the insults and laughed twice:

"How about this? How about I give you the zoo administrator's phone number and you can call me?"

The third uncle suddenly lost his temper.

Chen Yan understood.

Sure enough.

Third uncle didn’t dare touch that phone booth! That’s why he had to make a call!

Chen Yan smiled again.

“Actually, I don’t even know what [the manager’s phone number] is!”

The third uncle was furious: "Go to the street! You ****..."

The conflict between the two attracted the attention of the hooligan and the missionary. They approached the two men. The hooligan spoke in a lowered imperial voice:

"Calm down! If there is a conflict now, it will not benefit anyone!"

The third uncle pointed directly at Chen Yan and said in imperial language:

"He is a staff member of the Byron Weiss Zoo, and he has a way to help us get out of this hellish place!"

The hooligan and the missionary looked at Chen Yan together.

Chen Yan's face froze. He didn't expect that his third uncle could turn against him so quickly.

The third uncle pointed to the phone booth: "As long as he calls, we will all be saved!

Byron Weiss has always been kind to his own people and would not let his employees die in the park so easily!"

The missionary picked up the book, looked at Chen Yan, and said in a church prayer tone: "Sir, please help me."

The little gangster looked at Chen Yan with a sinister look in his eyes and put one hand in his pocket, as if he was groping for something.

The third uncle looked at Chen Yan, his expression becoming increasingly impatient.

"Go! Call!"

His face lost all the kindness it had before, and his tone didn't sound like an elder talking to a backup.

Underneath the impatience in his pupils, there was a little bit of confusion that even he himself didn't notice.

Chen Yan also felt that something was wrong with his third uncle. The third uncle in front of him was different from his impression.

Normally, the third uncle's palace is very deep, and it is impossible for him to make such a low-level act of betrayal.

The expression on the third uncle's face began to become ferocious.

“You don’t need to dial for the zoo’s dedicated line, just pick it up and you’ll be connected!”

Even the tone of voice has changed, as if the person speaking these words is not him, but another existence.

An idea suddenly appeared in Chen Yan's mind: it was not Uncle San who said this, but something else!

The snowstorm got worse, and the field of vision outside the bus station was shortened to less than 3 meters.

The little hooligan stared at Chen Yan and took out a folding fruit knife from his pocket.

There was brown rust on the knife, and I don't know if it was stained with blood.

The third uncle's face became withered, and his whole face seemed to be shrouded in a layer of black energy as he approached Chen Yan step by step.
To be continued...