Invitation is a strange word to use, but that's how it feels.
Bai Su picked up the card and put it in his pocket, temporarily putting the player's reference to the back of his mind.
Before leaving the bathroom, he pushed open all the compartments and took a look. Except for the damaged water tank that was leaking water, nothing else was hidden.
He even ignored the gender difference and went to visit the place next door.
Outside the restroom, I walked along the aisle past the restaurant's back kitchen, and when I arrived at the dining area, as expected, there was no sound of anyone in the entire hot pot restaurant.
Under the dazzling white light, the boiler was still burning brightly, and there were no diners around the tumbling soup.
He walked back to the table where he had been sitting.
The phone was properly placed on the stand. I clicked twice on the black screen and found that the live broadcast had been interrupted. I looked at the signal again and saw a huge cross displayed there.
No signal or internet.
Where are people? Bai Su was still a little confused about what was happening.
He looked around and could see some personal belongings scattered on the ground, as if he had left in a hurry and didn't have time to take them away.
Bai Su sat down and began to think.
He has no clue about the disappearance of human beings, and secondly, himself.
The first three months of his life as a human were normal and normal, but after three months the situation took a turn for the worse. The transformation... seemed to have started with Bloody Mary.
Bloody Mary is like a switch, opening the path between the everyday and the extraordinary.
Bai Su didn't know whether it was his own problem or the world's problem, but things happened again and again, and he encountered them three times in a short period of time. Is the supernatural concentration in this world a bit high?
Bai Su didn't mind, he went there... Hey, why did he go there?
The black-haired young man sat there and tried to remember, but the past events were hazy and veiled, and he could not see clearly.
Forget it, Bai Su shook his head, but the difficulty of hiding it had increased.
After all, he is really greedy, and appetite is the most impulsive part of him.
After thinking about it, Bai Su recovered his divergent thoughts and saw the table in front of him.
The food he had eaten before leaving was still burning in the pot. Although it was a bit overcooked, it would have been a waste not to finish it.
Ordinary people would not continue eating and would probably look for the mystery of the disappearance of others. Bai Su just sat down calmly and continued to pick up his chopsticks.
Isn't it just a supernatural incident? Let's finish eating first.
Holding the chopsticks, he reached into the pot and picked up a slice of cooked mutton. The slightly rolled slices of meat rolled over and over in the sauce, soaking up the delicious salty flavor. Just before he put it into his mouth, his hand suddenly stopped.
Seems a little strange?
Bai Su squinted his eyes and pulled the mutton roll away. He sniffed twice and smelled something in the food smell.
Probably because someone had already recognized the abnormality, the illusion of food suddenly took off its disguise, and the bloody severed finger was displayed in front of Bai Su in its true appearance.
Looking at the burning pot again, what was burning inside was no longer beef, mutton and various hot pot ingredients. The red meat slices and white human tissue were almost overflowing.
With a plop, a piece of fat was ejected from the boiling soup base, fell on the table, rolled around a few times, and lay there softly.
The side facing Baisu is like a honeycomb, with tiny white insects crawling out of the dense holes, making people's hair stand on end.
Bai Su took a few glances, took out a piece of paper and covered the fat to prevent it from being off-putting.
As for severed human fingers, his diet was not taboo on this. Under the temptation of a hint of sweetness, Bai Su tried to lick it.
"Pa, Gudu."
The severed finger was thrown back into the pot in disgust, and the chopsticks were stabbed hard into the eyeballs that were rolling around in the pot.
For a moment, the juice splashed, and the eyeballs finally moved at a slight angle and sank to the bottom of the pot in a daze.
Bai Su's facial features were wrinkled and he was shocked by the bad taste.
It was not the delicious food he expected at all. All the boilers in this hot pot restaurant were like this. The smell of food covered up the stench, but there was a little sweetness hidden under the stench.
"Pooh."
After spitting twice, Bai Su picked up the water on the side and drank it in one gulp. Fortunately, the taste of the water did not change, but the drinks ordered by the other table had turned into strange shapes.
Now looking around the entire hot pot restaurant, the normal ingredients have changed. Even the stumps and broken arms are fresh. There are more fly maggots lingering on the hot air. They were fainted and fell into the soup with a bang. .
You can't eat this meal.
Bai Su stood up, picked up the mobile phone on the table and put it in his pocket.
The moment he put it in, his fingertips touched the card. This touch may have triggered something, and the phone rang in the quiet hot pot restaurant.
"Jingle Bell."
The ringing came from the cashier counter. Bai Su glanced at it and did not answer it. Instead, he walked towards the door.
He just wants to leave now.
The door that had been closed at some point was not locked. He stretched out his hand to hold it, and when he wanted to open it, he encountered the same situation as in the bathroom.
The door couldn't be pushed open. I checked that the door lock was not damaged. I could only say that the door seemed to be fixed to the space and not moving at all.
The following thoughts appeared in my mind, as if they were pushed into it by external forces.
Such a strange thing made people's pupils dilate. Bai Su covered his forehead and looked around. No one else was there.
He looked at the shopping mall outside through the glass window again. It was also quiet and no one was there.
"Jingle bell, jingle bell."
The phone continued to ring without stopping, and it had already exceeded the maximum ringing time.
But it still didn't attract the target it wanted to attract.
Bai Su studied the door for a while, then walked to the nearest table, picked up a chair, and smashed it down on the lock.
The chair legs and body instantly fell apart, breaking into several pieces and folding on the ground. However, the door on the other side that was hit was intact.
Just like the sentence that stuck directly in my mind, the door image and the space are fixed together.
"Ding-ding-ding-you have a new call!"
The continuous ringing tone changed its tone and was directly inserted into an electronic voice, urging the only living person in this hot pot restaurant to answer the phone over and over again.
Bai Su looked at the broken legs of the chair in his hand, thought of something, took out his phone from his pocket, turned on the screen, and waited for the standby screen for a minute.
There was no change, the time stayed at twelve forty-seven.
He probably has some understanding of what this space is about.
Bai Su threw away the leg of his chair and walked straight towards the checkout counter.
There is a phone inside the checkout counter, but it does not have an electronic voice function at all. It would be more credible to say that the voice is coming from the takeout software on the side.
Bai Su stretched out his hand, picked up the phone receiver, and put it to his ear.
"Hello!" A clear child's voice came out, "Welcome to the Qiqiao Game Hall!"
"Please find the key to the hot pot restaurant door!"
