Liu Liangwang guessed, "Is there a repair shop over there?"
The local shook his head.
Mo Xiaoling muttered, "Let's just have the fortune-teller figure it out."
The fortune-teller shot her a sidelong glance.
Jin Shanshan pulled out her phone and, a little embarrassed, asked the local to write it down for her.
The local nodded, took the phone, and glanced at the four of them.
I immediately grew wary.
Jin Shanshan hadn't realized what was happening when the local clutched the phone, turned, and ran.
"Hey!" Jin Shanshan cried, chasing after him.
Liu Liangwang puffed and panted as he ran after them, but he couldn't keep going for more than a few steps.
Jin Shanshan and Mo Xiaoling chased the thief for a while, but he climbed over a wall and escaped midway. The two women were left dumbfounded.
The fortune-teller, who hadn't moved an inch, sighed. "We won't catch him."
"His shop!" Liu Liangwang slapped his thigh and headed back to the convenience store.
The store was filthy, as if it hadn't been cleaned in centuries.
After going inside, Liu Liangwang found there was only one small storefront, with two shelves and a counter. Everything on the shelves and behind the counter was covered in dust; who knew how many years it had been sitting there? He picked up a bottle of cola from the shelf and took a look. It had been made in 2004. When he read the production date aloud, he was stunned.
Only then did the four of them realize that there was something seriously wrong with this little village they'd merely passed through.
Frowning, the fortune-teller headed to the township government office across the street.
There was a sign outside the office, but it was covered in dust too.
They went inside, but saw