absurd deduction game.

Chapter 812

The last minute passed quietly, and the waiter in the ceramic headgear shop opened his ink mouth at some point, pulling out a weird and attentive smile.

The faint blue light and shadow whose source cannot be found is bright and dark. When it is bright, it can illuminate the blood vessels under the skin of the red ghost.

The ceramic head Xiaoer teleported from the stairs to the three dining tables in a flash of light and shadow, and shouted in a long voice:
"Serve—dish—"

Suddenly, Yu Xing seemed to hear a "ding" in his ear, similar to the reminder sound effect of a microwave oven when the timer ends.

Layers of white mist suddenly gushed out 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 was quietly replaced by something, and it was no longer just about not forgetting to live on the second floor.

The clouds roll and the clouds relax under the feet, and the white mist billows.

While everyone was waiting for the "food to be served", the faint blue light dimmed again, dormant in the darkness.

In order to see the situation at Hua Subai's table, Yu Xing sat facing Hua Subai, with his back facing the window by the stairs. Beside him was Gu Xing, opposite was Yan Li, and diagonally opposite was Bugui.

It was too dark in front of his eyes, and his hearing was sharper. Yu Xing could hear the breathing of the four people at his table. There was nothing unusual, but there was a very slight sound of machine operation mixed in, which even he almost ignored.

It's hard to describe the brief sound.

Before Yu Xing could figure out what the voice represented, two seconds later, the light suddenly lit up.

At the same time that everyone recovered their eyesight, a paper man with a pale complexion suddenly appeared beside the misty dining table.

The paper figurine printed with stiff sleeves was hanging above Gu Xing's head. Gu Xing was taken aback by the shadow that enveloped him, and looked up.

Blue printed sleeves, a red vest, a blue pair of plackets set off the collar of the vest, and above that, a frighteningly white neck, chin, and a pair of black-painted eye sockets.

The paper figurine lowered its head, but its eyeless eyes seemed to be looking at him.

"Damn it!" Gu Xing blurted out, feeling inappropriate again, abruptly held back the subsequent gaffe, sat upright, and continued to maintain the quiet and intelligent image of the research institute.

It's just that his upper body is obviously leaning towards Yu Xing, and his resistance to the paper figurine is written all over his body.

Yu Xing was a little far away, at least one person away, so he could see the whole picture of the paper figurine at a glance.

On the face of the paper pierced figure is a smiling face that is exactly the same as that of the ceramic head boy, and he wears an ancient round hat on his head, which looks pleasing to the eye.

It stood upright, almost clinging to the side of the table, with its arms bent, holding a plate of dishes also made of paper.

It came silently and didn't move, but it brought an indescribable sense of oppression. As the fog gradually thickened, Yu Xing looked at Hua Subai keenly——

Another table a few steps away has become hazy in the fog, making it hard to see clearly.

"Ding".

It was that sudden noise again.

The light went out again, this time it went dark for a shorter time, and it came back on again in just a blink of an eye.

"Low——" Gu Xing came face-to-face with the paper pricking man without warning. He turned pale with fright, and leaned back abruptly. The chair was moved, and there was an ear-piercing scratch.

I saw the paper-wrapped man was doing the action of putting the dishes on the table, bending down stiffly, but his face was not kept down, but turned ninety degrees, staring at Gu Xing with that weird smile.

After it was turned on, it remained motionless, as quiet as a real paper-stitched man.

"It, it's a bit scary." Gu Xing forced his composure, this time moved his chair to Yu Xing's direction, and leaned against him, still speaking stiffly, "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 "switching on the lights", the fog became thicker again, completely separating the two surrounding tables, and we couldn't see them at all.

He couldn't sense any breath behind the fog, whether it was from a living person or from a ghost.

No, that's not quite accurate, it should be... He felt that he was sealed in a space, and even the ray of curse power left in the mongoose knife disappeared without a trace.

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

No one answered.

"Flower idiot!"

After the fog, still no one answered.

Yan Li also frowned: "It's not good, the array I set up behind the crack lost control when I went up the stairs."

The two looked at each other and got the same answer from each other's eyes.

Regardless of how Yan Li managed to set up an array behind the fiery rift in such a short period of time, in short...the ten players were separated just like that—by tables and chairs.

Maybe everyone at each table is trapped in a separate space, losing the means to contact the outside world.

All of this happened almost under their noses, and all of them, including the strongest player on the bright side, only noticed the fog and didn't get any more warnings at all.

wrong.

Yu Xing's psychic eyes were triggered inadvertently, and his pupils were instantly frozen with clear ice, clearing his mind.

There are warnings.

In the few seconds that went dark, he heard the sound of some kind of machine running, and there must be a ding before every "turn off the light".

"Ding".

Just thinking about it, the strange noise came.

This time it only went dark for half a second, and then turned on again, the paper figurine disappeared, the fog dissipated, and the people on the two tables next to it disappeared, leaving only a feeling of emptiness hovering in my heart.

On the table in front of him were seven more paper plates and four sets of real bowls and chopsticks. The bowls were full of white rice, and the dark chopsticks were inserted vertically into the rice, like incense.

Gu Xing's back was covered with creepy shivering, and a drop of cold sweat oozed out of his forehead, which was quickly assimilated into ice sweat by the icy air. As soon as he shivered, he quickly wiped it off with his hands.

"I really hate the elements of Chinese horror." He tentatively grabbed Yu Xing's arm, "I heard from Zeng Lai that you are his important friend, 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, so he said generously, "Please go ahead."

In the deduction he has experienced, there has never been such a weird scene.

Ding, ding, ding, each clear sound is like a signal, and after one dark and one bright, the surrounding scene will change greatly.

Just like...

"Stop-motion animation." Yan Li met Yu Xing's brain circuit again, and calmly said: "I don't know why the meal of Buwangju will be presented in this way. From the time when I was a child, I said three times of light and darkness, three scenes, and so on. Like stop-motion animation."

Now, in their eyes, they still don’t forget the second floor, but the scene outside the railing is dark, and they can’t forget the street scene below and the sky above. Even inside the second floor, it’s empty. Both are gone.

The stairs to the first floor were engulfed in darkness just like the scene beyond the railing.

"Look at this." Bugui, who felt that he couldn't get anything to say in front of these bigwigs, finally said, and he took 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, they called Xiaoer and said that the eldest son was getting married soon.The waiter answered: The boss has a rule that the shop does not accept wedding banquets.Then Master Fang broke his head in anger, fell to the ground and died. 】

(End of this chapter)