Absurd deduction game

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 source of the faint blue light and shadow 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 ceramic-headed waiter 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. He always felt that the scene he was in now had been 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 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, the collar of the vest highlights a blue placket, and above that 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.

"F*ck!" 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.

Yu Xing was a little further away, at least one person away, so he could see the whole paper figure at a glance.

The face of the paper-pricked man has the same smiling face as the waiter with the ceramic head. He wears an ancient round hat on his head, which 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 motionlessly, 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 Zhi Zhan without any warning. He was shocked and leaned back suddenly. 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 lit up, it remained 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 Chinese fear. Not timid."

Yu Xing glanced at him distractedly, mainly observing Huasubai'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 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 this happened almost under their noses, and all of them, including the strongest deducer on the surface, only noticed the fog and did not get any more warnings.

wrong.

Yu Xing's psychic eye was triggered inadvertently, his eyes were 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, 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 them. The bowls are filled with white rice, and the dark chopsticks are stuck upright in 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 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 he didn't care about it. He said generously: "Please do it."

In all the deductions he had ever experienced, there had 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 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 were swallowed up in darkness just like the scene outside the railing.

"Look at this." Fugui, who felt that he couldn't say anything 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 said that his eldest son was getting married soon. He asked about the fact that he had not forgotten to stay at the wedding banquet. 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. 】