The last minute passed quietly, and the waiter at the ceramic headwear shop opened his inked mouth at some point, revealing a strange and attentive smile.
The source of the faint blue light and shadow that cannot be found alternates between bright and dark. When it is bright, it can illuminate the blood vessels under the face of the red ghost. When it is dark, it is silent along with the vision, causing a momentary blindness.
The waiter with a ceramic head teleported from the staircase to three dining tables in a flash of light and shadow, and shouted in a prolonged voice:
"Serve--"
Suddenly, Yu Xing seemed to hear a "ding" sound in his ear, similar to the reminder sound of a microwave oven ending its timer.
Layers of white mist suddenly emerged from the ground on the second floor, just like the beautiful dry ice used in restaurants. The white mist spread over the insteps, illusory and misty, covering the floor, making the entire second floor seem to be floating in a dream.
At the same time, a sense of disobedience began to grow in Yu Xing's heart, and he always felt that the scene he was in now had been quietly replaced by something, and it was no longer just a matter of not forgetting to live on the second floor.
The clouds are rolling and relaxing under my feet, and the white mist is billowing.
While everyone was waiting for the food to be served, the blue light dimmed again, dormant in the darkness.
In order to see the situation at Hua Subai's table, Yu Xing sat by the window facing Hua Subai and with his back to the stairs. Next to him was Gu Xing, opposite was Yan Li, and diagonally opposite was Bugui.
It was too dark in front of him, and his hearing was even sharper. Yu Xing could hear the breathing sounds of the four people at his table. They were all the same, but there was also a very slight sound of machine operation mixed in, and even he almost ignored it.
This brief sound is difficult to describe.
Before Yu Xing could figure out what the sound meant, two seconds later, the light suddenly brightened.
At the same time that everyone regained their sight, a pale-faced paper man suddenly appeared beside the mist-shrouded dining table.
The paper sleeves printed with paper figures were stiff and hung just above Gu Xing's head. Gu Xing was stunned by the shadow that enveloped him and looked up.
Blue printed sleeves, red vest, and a blue placket are highlighted by the collar of the vest. Above that, there is a frighteningly white neck, chin, and a pair of ink-painted eye sockets.
The paper man lowered his head, but his eyeless eyes seemed to be looking at him.
"Fuck!" Gu Xing blurted out, but felt it was inappropriate. He suppressed the subsequent gaffe, sat upright, and continued to maintain the institute's quiet and intelligent image.
But his upper body was obviously leaning towards Yu Xing, and his resistance to the paper man was written all over his body.
Fortunately, Yu was a little further away, at least separated by one person, so he could see the whole paper figure at a glance.
The face of the paper-pricked man is painted with the same smile as that of the waiter with a ceramic head, and he is wearing a small round hat from ancient times. He looks very cute.
It stood upright, almost pressed against the side of the table, with its arms bent, holding a plate of dishes also made of paper.
It came silently and motionless, but it gave people an indescribable sense of oppression. The fog gradually thickened, and Yu Xing looked keenly towards Hua Subai——
Another table a few steps away had become hazy in the fog, making it difficult to see clearly.
"Ding".
There was that sudden sound again.
The light went out again, this time for a shorter period of time. It only took a blink of an eye before it lit up again.
"Fuck--" Gu Xing came face to face with Zhizhi without any warning. He was shocked and leaned back violently. The chair was moved and made a harsh scratching sound.
I saw the man in the paper putting the dishes on the table, bending down stiffly, but his face was not lowered, but turned ninety degrees, staring at Gu Xing with that weird smile.
After it lights up, it remains motionless, as quiet as a real paper-pricked person.
"It, it's a bit scary." Gu Xing forced himself to calm down. This time he moved the chair in the direction of Yu Xing and leaned close to Yu Xing, still talking harshly, "I just can't adapt to the elements of this kind of Chinese fear.
Not timid."
Yu Xing glanced at him distractedly, mainly observing Hua Subai's table.
This time when I "switched the lights on", the fog became thicker and completely separated the two surrounding tables, making it impossible to see anything.
He couldn't sense any breath behind the fog at all, whether it was from living people or ghosts.
No, that's not quite accurate. It should be... He felt like he was sealed in a space, and even the cursed power left in the body of the mongoose saber disappeared and lost contact.
Yu Xing suddenly raised his voice and shouted: "Boss Hua!"
No one answered.
"Flower idiot!"
After the fog, there was still no answer.
Yan Li also frowned: "It's not good. The formation I set up behind the crack lost control while I was going up the stairs."
The two looked at each other and got the same answer from each other's eyes.
Regardless of how Yan Li accurately deployed the formation behind the grumpy Rift in such a short period of time, in short...the ten deducers were separated in this way - by tables and chairs.
Perhaps everyone at each table is trapped in a separate space and has lost the means to contact the outside world.
All of this happened almost under their noses, and all of them, including the strongest deducers on the surface, only noticed the fog and did not get any more warnings.
wrong.
Yu Xing's psychic eye was triggered inadvertently, and his childish look was instantly covered with clear ice, and his mind was clear.
There are warnings.
In the few seconds it went dark again, he heard the sound of some kind of machine operating, and the inevitable ding before "turning off the lights" every time.
"Ding".
Just as I was thinking about it, the strange noise came.
This time it only dimmed for half a second, and then lit up again. The paper man was gone, the fog also dissipated, and the people on the two tables next to him were gone. There was only an empty feeling lingering in my heart.
There are seven more paper plates and four real bowls on the table in front of them. The bowls are filled with white rice, and the dark rice is inserted vertically into the rice, like burning incense.
Gu Xing's back was filled with a creepy shiver. A drop of cold sweat seeped out from his forehead, which was quickly assimilated into ice sweat by the cold air. He shivered and quickly wiped it off with his hands.
"I really hate the elements of Chinese horror." He tentatively grabbed one of Yu Xing's arms, "I heard Zeng said that you are his very important friend. My friend, can you lend me your arm for a hug?"
Yu Xing was curious and suspicious of everything in front of him, and he didn't care about it. He said generously: "Please do it."
In the deductions he has experienced, there has never been such a weird scene.
Ding, ding, ding, every sound is like a signal. After dark and then light, the surrounding scene will change greatly.
Like...
"Stop-motion animation." Yan Li once again caught up with Yu Xing's brain circuit and said calmly: "I don't know why the meal in Buwangju will be presented like this. Starting from when the waiter said the dishes were served, there were three times of light and dark, three scenes, and so on.
Like stop-motion animation.”
Now, in their eyes, they still remember the second floor where they live. However, the scene outside the railing is dark, and they cannot forget the street view below and the sky above. Even inside the second floor, it is empty. Without other people, even the little boy
Both are gone.
The stairs leading to the first floor were swallowed up by darkness just like the scene outside the railing.
"Look at this." Fugui, who felt that he had nothing to say in front of these elders, finally spoke up and pulled out a note from under the bowl of rice.
[In January of this year, Fang Deming and his wife were having dinner here. On the way, he called the waiter and said that his eldest son was getting married soon. He asked about the fact that he would not forget to host wedding banquets. The waiter replied: The boss has regulations, and the restaurant does not accept wedding banquets. So he was
In anger, Mr. Fang broke his head and fell to the ground to death.]