Absurd Deduction Game Chapter 812

Chapter 812 The food is fragrant

The last minute passed quietly, and the waiter at the ceramic hood shop opened his inked mouth at some point, revealing a strange and attentive smile.

The faint blue light and shadow whose source cannot be found alternates between bright and dark. When it is bright, it can illuminate the tiny blood vessels under the skin of the ghost in red. When it is dark, it is silent along with the vision, causing a momentary blindness.

The waiter with a ceramic head teleported from the stairway to three dining tables in a flash of light and shadow, and shouted in a prolonged voice:

Suddenly, Yu Xing seemed to hear a "ding" sound in his ears, 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 dissonance began to grow in Yu Xing's heart. He always felt that the scene he was in was quietly replaced by something, and it was no longer just the second floor.

The clouds are rolling and relaxing under my feet, and the white mist is billowing.

While everyone was waiting for the "dishes" 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-banded 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, the collar of the vest highlights a blue placket, and 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.

“Holy shit!” Gu Xing blurted out, but felt it was inappropriate. He suppressed the subsequent gaffe, sat upright, and continued to maintain the quiet and intelligent image of the institute.

It's just that his upper body was clearly leaning towards Yu Xing, and his resistance to the paper man was written all over his body.

Yu Xing was a little far away, at least one person away, 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—

The other table a few steps away has become hazy in the fog, making it difficult to see clearly.

"Ding".

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 came back on.

“Fuck—” Gu Xing came face to face with Zhi Zhan 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-shaped figure.

"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 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 again, completely separating 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 was gone and no longer connected.

Yu Xing suddenly raised his voice and shouted: "Boss Hua!"

No one answered.

“Flower fool!”

After the fog, there was still no answer.

Yan Li also frowned: "It's not good, the formation I set up behind the crack while going up the stairs lost control."

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 crack 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 of contacting the outside world.

All 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, his pupils were instantly covered with clear ice, and his mind was clear.

There is a warning.

In the few seconds it went dark again, he heard the sound of some kind of machine operating, and the ding that must be heard every time before "turning off the lights."

"Ding".

Just as I was thinking about it, the strange noise came.

This time it only dimmed for half a second, 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, leaving only an empty feeling lingering in my heart.

There are seven more paper plates and four pairs of real bowls and chopsticks on the table in front of you. The bowls are filled with white rice, and the dark chopsticks are stuck upright in the rice, like burning incense.

A creepy trembling sensation crawled across Gu Xing's back. A drop of cold sweat oozed 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 Lai say 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 did not care about it. He said generously: "Please do it."

In all the deductions he has ever experienced, there has never been such a weird scene.

Ding, ding, ding, every sound is like a signal. After dark and then bright, 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 Bu Wangju's meal was presented like this. From the moment the waiter said the dishes were served, there were three times of light and dark, three scenes. 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. There are no other people, and even the small Both are gone.

The stairs leading to the first floor are just like the scene outside the railing, swallowed by darkness.

“Look at this.” Fugui, who felt that he had nothing to say in front of these big guys, finally spoke up. He 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 told him that his eldest son was getting married soon. The waiter replied: The boss has a rule that our store does not accept wedding banquets. Then the angry Master Fang broke his head and fell to the ground to death. 】

(End of this chapter)

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