Why is My Second Dimension Weird?

Xu Ming went downstairs and bought a reduced-price bento at the nearby Lawson convenience store, and had a casual dinner.

Eating cheap standard bento, Xu Ming began to miss Tian Suohui's craftsmanship.

Before solving the series of weird incidents in Yuanyue teahouse, he probably had to go there often.

How about living there for the last few days?

Xu Ming quickly dismissed this tempting idea.

Not to mention that all kinds of weird things are rampant there, and there is no good rest at night.The mark of resentment that Ning Ning of the Kingdom of Ji put on him last night didn't know if it disappeared or not.

He didn't want to sleep until midnight every night, and someone ran outside his room to sing.

Still at home, I feel more secure under the watchful eyes of my sister.

After dinner, Xu Ming played with his mobile phone again, and after looking up information about the Chinese Food Research Association on the Internet, he lay down and fell asleep quickly.In a daze, Xu Ming felt that someone was touching his face again.

Half asleep and half awake, Xu Ming slightly opened his eyes.

Sister Shiyu's exquisite face was just above her head, looking at him with a smile.

Just as Xu Ming was about to speak out, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Wait, why does my sister look a little unhappy today! ?

This is not his illusion.

The cohabitation life of each other has created a very high tacit understanding between the two. It is almost possible to understand each other's thoughts just by looking at each other's eyes.

Xu Ming thought about it carefully, and immediately understood the problem.

"Sister, I had an urgent matter and stayed at Yuanyue Teahouse last night..."

That's right, the reason why my sister was unhappy was because he didn't come home at night and didn't say hello.

Hearing Xu Ming's explanation, Sister Shiyu's expression didn't seem to change.Xu Ming, who kept staring at her, found that his sister's eyes softened a lot.

My sister suddenly stretched out her finger and gently scratched Xu Ming's nose.

"Understood, sister. I promise not to be an example."

Xu Ming hastily promised.

Soon Xu Ming felt a strong drowsiness welling up, and his eyelids were clenched.

Although he still wanted to take a good look at his sister, Xu Ming couldn't resist the attack of the Sandman after all, so he quickly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

It's just that Xu Ming didn't see it.

When he fell into a deep sleep, a burst of strong black breath enveloped Kasumigaoka Shiwa's body.

When the black mist dissipated, a completely different figure appeared beside the sleeping Xu Ming.

Blood-stained school uniform, jet-black long hair hanging down, pale complexion, scarlet pupils flashing eerie blood light in the dark, exuding a fierce aura, this is a terrifying figure that is worse than a ghost .

At this time, Xiazhiqiu Shiyu's expression was extremely indifferent, without any vitality. Only when she looked at the sleeping Xu Ming, a trace of tenderness flashed in the depths of her cold eyes.

She suddenly stretched out her hand and placed it above Xu Ming's body. Her middle finger, index finger, and thumb were twisted together, as if she was holding an invisible thin thread.

Soon, a 'thread' made of black mist emerged from her fingertips.

This 'thread' is completely integrated with the darkness, almost invisible to the naked eye.

One end of the 'line' is connected to Xu Ming's body, and the other end extends into the void.

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu's eyes were cold, she grabbed the 'string' and pulled it out, pinching it.

The 'thread' fell off Xu Ming's body immediately, and then turned into black mist and dissipated in the air.

There was a faint scream of anger in the void.

"Humph!"

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu let out a cold snort, and the screams suddenly died down.

After all this was done, Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu stretched out her hand as if wanting to touch Xu Ming's cheek again.

But when she saw her pale complexion, bloodless, sharp nails, and completely unrealistic palm, there was a hint of hesitation in her eyes, and she slowly retracted the palm, and then slowly disappeared into the darkness ...

Xu Ming slept until dawn.

After waking up, I checked my phone and found that it was only 7 o'clock.

After washing up, Xu Ming incensed his sister, explained the situation, and then immediately rushed to Jixing Liao, had a delicious breakfast, and followed the directions on the map to the northeast corner of Yuanyue Tea Lao.

It was exactly 10 o'clock at this time, and the sun was shining brightly. Under the sunlight, the entire mountain forest of Yuanyue Tea House exuded vitality.

However, it does not include the mansion imitating the Qing Dynasty in front of Xu Ming.

The white walls are covered with scorched black traces from the fire, most of the roof covered with glazed tiles has collapsed, the stone pillars and porch cannot see the original color at all, and the floor paved with bluestone bricks is covered with thick black ash...

The plaque that used to hang directly above the gate fell to the ground and was smashed into several pieces. Xu Ming could only vaguely recognize a character for '中' and a character for 'Open'.

Xu Ming seemed to see the flames mercilessly devouring this exquisite house, leaving only a desolate place.

But when Xu Ming stood at the gate and looked into the courtyard, he found something unusual.

What Xu Ming saw was actually different from what he saw in the photos! ?

In order to verify, Xu Ming quickly took out his mobile phone, flipped to the photo, and compared it with the scene in front of him.

Then I found out...the two are really different!

In the courtyard in the photo, the interior seems to be wider, and the decoration and scenery are more simple, as if it was reproduced according to the original of a Qing Dynasty mansion.

But the mansion in front of Xu Ming is full of poor imitation traces everywhere. The designer seems to have no idea of ​​the essence of it, but imitated a completely different work.

If it weren't for the two stone lions whose backs were scorched black by the door, Xu Ming would have suspected that it was a completely different place from the one in the photo.

With doubts, Xu Ming walked slowly from the main entrance into the burned 'Chinese Food Research Institute'.

Xu Ming stepped on the bluestone brick floor, making a slight rustling sound. The wonderful touch brought by the thick ash made him mistakenly think that he was stepping on sand.

There was a faint smell of burning in the air, and even after three years, the smell still hadn't dissipated.

Walking into the main entrance, Xu Ming quickly discovered the great difference between the photos and the real scene.

The mansion imitating the Qing Dynasty in the photo, after entering from the main entrance, is a courtyard with a little landscape.

But when Xu Ming entered, the first thing he saw was a reception desk similar to a modern hotel, and after passing through the corridor, there was a huge kitchen with rows of Chinese-style large stoves piled up inside.

Xu Ming roughly counted, and the number of these large stoves has reached hundreds, which is even more terrifying than some five-star hotels.

A large black iron pot was thrown on the stove, and almost all iron pots were filled with iron sand.

As a person from the Celestial Dynasty, Xu Ming understood at a glance that this is the place where the students of the Chinese Cuisine Institute practice cooking.

It’s just that after a fire, even the roof was burned through. Over the years, some iron pots were full of rainwater and moss, and the iron sand was also rusty, from gray and black to an orange-red rust color.

After three years of exposure to the sun and rain, many stoves collapsed directly, and broken red bricks and cement fell to the ground.

On the steps at the end of the kitchen, there was a rotten grand master's chair. The chair was covered with thick moss, and mushrooms even grew out of the breach.

Xu Ming can imagine my high-spirited posture when Jiu Zhaoji sat on the grand teacher's chair and watched the hundreds of students below practice the pot-turning with uniform movements.

Unfortunately, all the past disappeared like clouds and smoke, leaving only a dilapidated ruin.

Xu Ming walked in from the side of the kitchen. There were student dormitories, a study room where recipes were stored, activity rooms, bathrooms, and so on.

However, Xu Ming walked around and a question came up.

Where did that coffin go?

Is that really a cheating photo? !

Xu Ming wandered around the ruins of the Zhonghua Cuisine Institute two or three times, but he still didn't find the coffin.

Walking out of the gate of the Chinese Food Research Institute, Xu Ming picked up his phone again, dug out the photo, and began to compare it carefully.

Soon, Xu Ming noticed something unusual.

Comparing the imitation Qing Dynasty house in this photo with the scene, the outside is almost exactly the same from the wall to the gate, including the two stone lions at the gate, and even every burnt mark.

Change starts from within the door.

Stepping over that threshold, reality and photos seem to be two different worlds.

Xu Ming also thought about whether the landlord had changed the scene inside the door, but Xu Ming maximized the photo, but did not find any traces of photo editing.

Either this is the work of photo masters, or this photo is indeed real.

Xu Ming is more inclined to the second possibility.After all, it's hard to imagine that a P-picture master would hang out on such a niche forum with less than 100 daily active users.

Maybe there is another possibility...

Xu Ming suddenly thought of Jixingliao after the blood moon rose, as if it had become another world completely.

Now that under the blood moon, Ji Xing Liao has been affected, will there be some unknown changes in the research of Chinese cuisine related to evil rituals?

We can only wait until the blood moon rises to find out.

Xu Ming took a deep look at the almost charred building, then turned and left.

A gust of wind blew, and the black ashes on the floor turned into a vortex, circling and entwining in mid-air...

After researching Chinese food, it was already close to noon, so Xu Ming naturally wouldn't spend several hours running back home.

So, he came to Jixing Liao naturally.

Tian Suohui was still cooking for lunch, and Granny Wenxu also made a rare stew.

The first time was raw and the second time was familiar, Xu Ming had another lunch and took the initiative to undertake the cleaning work of washing the dishes and cleaning the table.

It has to be said that those from Jixing Liao generally have cooking skills. After Xu Ming ate it two or three times, he was unwilling to touch those cheap standard bento.

After lunch, Xu Ming chatted with Granny Wenxu.

Granny Wenxu suddenly remembered something, and said to Xu Ming:

"By the way, kid. I've cleared Room 106, and you can come and stay here anytime."

A flash of surprise flashed in Xu Ming's eyes. He was already causing trouble to them by running here to eat, but he didn't expect Granny Wen Xu to prepare a room for him alone.

The old lady really looked disgusted and kind.

Xu Ming was in a daze and didn't answer for a while, Granny Wen Xu frowned immediately.