Help, I've become a paper man

Song Yi was startled and turned his head to look. It was the boy with his head down, still looking drowsy. He raised his chubby little hand and rubbed his forehead.

They were just talking about other people's family affairs behind their backs and were caught red-handed by the person involved.

Before he could express his apology, the boy's voice sounded again, sleepy and tired, saying: "Let's go out and scold him."

Song Yi was surprised by his open-mindedness. He looked at Jasmine and got a "helpless" look. Jasmine shrugged, put the plate aside, and walked towards the door first. Song Yi also put down the cutlery in his hand and followed behind.

When passing by the round table, he couldn't help asking the boy, "Are you hungry? Do you want some milk?"

The boy followed slowly behind, neither agreeing nor refusing. It was as if after saying those two sentences, his soul left his body again and wandered off to who knows where.

Song Yi simply took a bottle of milk and a piece of bread. There wasn't much, so even if the boy didn't want to eat, he could finish it in two or three bites.

The three of them left the banquet hall, with nowhere to go. Since there were no projects scheduled for today, exploration should be prioritized. Song Yi originally planned to go to the garden, but it was raining outside. He was not sure if there were any rules related to the rain, so it was not a good idea to go out rashly.

The boy looked too tired, and the three of them had nothing to say. If nothing unexpected happened, they would go back to their respective rooms to rest. However, something special happened. The stairs going up were dark, and it was obvious that the area was currently off-limits.

They stopped where they were and looked at each other, mainly Jasmine and Song Yi. The boy was still in a trance and almost dived in, but was pulled back by Song Yi, who also stuffed the bread in his hand to the boy.

The boy seemed not to react and just stayed in her arms obediently. Jasmine took Song Yi's sleeve and pulled him to the corridor, as if she wanted to say something, or maybe just to have a small meeting. Song Yi naturally followed and extended his other hand to the boy, grabbing his shoulder and leading them to the corridor together.

Jasmine was the first to let go and sat on the chair. The armrests were already wet from the rain. She looked a bit leisurely, as if she was relaxed. She even tilted her head and yawned, with tears blurring her eyes.

The boy sat down next to him. Song Yi paused, unscrewed the milk and handed it to the boy.

This time the boy reached out his hand and took it, but did not drink it. He just held it in his hand together with the bread, and slowly opened his mouth while he was dazed.

The boy said, "You believe me."

Song Yi nodded, thinking "Isn't this nonsense?" His life was in the boy's hands just now. If he was not careful, his fate would not be better than Xia Hao's. After all, he didn't have any props to escape.

The boy continued, “You don’t know.”

This sentence was a riddle. Song Yi did not respond or ask any questions. He just stared at the boy quietly.

The childish face was slightly raised. The boy was staring at Song Yi, but he didn't seem to be looking at him, as if he could observe some information through his gaze. There was a faint mist in the air, and the child's face seemed not real enough in it.

Jasmine spoke up at this time and said, "Goat, don't observe him."

In response to her words, the boy slowly lowered his head and said in a lower voice, "No, the one here..."

The tail end of the boy's voice was blurred in the rain. After saying this, he picked up the bread and chewed it in small bites. The milk was still next to the bread. The shaking bottle mouth rubbed against his young face, making him look even stranger.

This is very Riddler's words.

Song Yi looked at Jasmine, and the girl shook her head at him. So, Song Yi, who had nothing to say, also sat down on the corridor. The three of them waited in silence in the rain for a full quarter of an hour. As lunch approached, the rain did not slow down, but got heavier.

The three of them had no choice but to move and head towards the banquet hall again. This was Song Yi's suggestion. In his simple value system, during lunch time, one should do lunch time things and they should go eat.

Especially when there is nowhere else to go.

But Song Yi was ultimately disappointed. He opened the door of the banquet hall and saw it was empty. There was no food, no two people from the other group, just an empty room.

Song Yi sighed, turned around, and was about to grasp the handle to close the door again, but he met a pair of eyes behind the door. His fingers trembled slightly and his pupils dilated instantly. He restrained his urge to take action and tried his best to calm his accelerated heartbeat.

If there was someone here when he opened the door, he would have almost knocked the person against the wall with the door. If there was no one here before he opened the door...

He asked, "Hello, I didn't see you just now, what are you doing here?"

There was a little politeness in her words. Jasmine was already standing behind him, obviously ready to take action at any time.

The person who took a step forward appeared in front of them. The maid outfit on her body was displayed more clearly. The style was the same as before. It was unclear if it was because of her figure, but it looked more fitted. The hem was covered with dust and looked dirty.

After the maid bowed, she replied, "Good afternoon, guests. I am cleaning the house so that the Duke can entertain new guests next time."

New? Song Yi's heart skipped a beat. He looked at Jasmine, wanting to get some experience and advice from the seniors, but Jasmine did not look at him. Instead, she took a step forward and stood between him and the maid.

Jasmine asked, "Is anyone else coming?"

The maid's face was blank for a moment, and she slowly said, "Others... yes, the Duke has many friends, and there are banquets one after another, and new people will come. People keep coming, and they won't stop during banquets."

Her voice was melodious and her tone became more cheerful, even with a hint of showing off and worship, like a fanatical believer, promoting the greatness of her own faith in front of the public. Dark clouds blocked the sun and the light in the room was not good. Perhaps there was no banquet going on and only the little maid was cleaning. Only one light was on in the banquet hall, and even if the light was not dim, it was not bright either.

In addition, the door was open, and wind brought wet vapor into the banquet hall, causing the chandelier to shake and the light and shadows to sway with it.

Jasmine asked again, "Is there anything we can help you with?"

Song Yi didn't say anything. He noticed Jasmine's tense body and clenched fists. This person had already left the stage of vigilance and started to enter the process of defense and counterattack.

The smell of crisis was in the air. Song Yi turned his gaze to the maid. Her features seemed to be obscured by her overly long bangs. The only visible part of her lower face was a smile. One could almost imagine that the upper half of this girl's face should also have slightly curved eyebrows.

It's just that it's even more weird in this case.

The maid's voice was still pleasant, and she said leisurely: "The guests don't need to do anything. As long as they have a good time, it will be the greatest help to us."

"In addition, if you have spare energy, you can also move freely and choose your favorite leisure activities."

"Except at night, of course. After the sun sets, this world belongs to the moon. There are dangers lurking outside the villa. Please do not explore in the dark."

"If you can, please go back to your room before lights out."

Her words were sincere and fluent, like a line she had said countless times. Combined with the statement "the party will not stop", the moist wind fell on her body, and even through the cloth, she felt a chill.