Is this class the one I should take?

This sentence is really full of human warmth, but in this gray rainy day, it is really a bit weird.The director was stunned, looking into Lu Shubei's peaceful eyes, and then he was hurriedly dragged away by other companions, and dragged to the electric car that had been soaked for a long time.

Soon, this group of people set off in a mighty way, and gradually disappeared in the rain woven by the rain.And behind them, Lu Shubei, who was staring at them, had a trace of uneasiness in his eyes.

He remembered that the number of those diners should be seven.

But according to the requirements, the players who delivered the food only took six sets of tableware.

Why, there is one less ghost in the dungeon?

Tonight, the other players were not idle either.There were new orders in the store one after another, and these anxious people who stayed behind were sent out one by one, and the restaurant gradually became deserted.

At about nine o'clock in the evening, Lu Shubei was sent out.Coincidentally, when he arrived at the small alley, he looked up and saw the spire of the building not far away - that was the building where the ghost eaters were.

Lu Shubei involuntarily stared at the silent building standing in the rain for a long time, so that when a girl in slippers called him, he was really startled and turned his head away. Come, right in front of the gloomy face of the sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl.

"My meal, isn't it?"

After glancing at the bag hanging on the car, the girl took it off directly, walked unsteadily to a closed shutter door, sat on the steps, unpacked the bag, buried her head in eating, the big raindrops It fell from the eaves and hit her face drop by drop.

Behind the girl, there were bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang, and the sound of a man and a woman scolding each other. It sounded like a couple arguing.And in front of this door, the girl silently lowered her head and tried hard to eat the pig's knuckle rice, the way she worked hard revealed obvious grievances.

So Lu Shubei didn't leave for a while.He looked at the girl from a distance, and suddenly remembered that the last time in the dungeon, he had seen Zhou Ti with this appearance, the same fragility.

At that time, he went up to talk to Zhou Ti, because the Zhou Ti at that time and the girl now made him seem to see himself in college—few people knew that during a certain period of time, Lu Shubei thought about death over and over again, and solved his own kind by himself.

As for how he made it through and finally saw it through, he didn't remember, only that deep in his heart, he seemed to have longed for the underworld for a long time.

On the one hand, he hated that absurd prophecy so much, on the other hand, he once longed for the underworld.This is an emotion that Lu Shubei hides deep in his heart, even he himself ignores it.

Looking at the girl in front of him now, his emotions were aroused again.And at this moment, the girl suddenly turned her face away, raised a pair of rolled-eyed, eyeless eyes, and tightly clutched the pair of disposable chopsticks that had suddenly become moldy in her hands.

Good guy, it turns out that this is also a ghost.

Lu Shubei turned around decisively and got into the car. At the same time, a little boy appeared out of nowhere. He was holding a piece of ice cream and looked innocently at Lu Shubei:

"Brother, have you seen a sister on this street? I heard from other children that there are more people on the street recently, so I'm so scared."

In order to comfort the child and dispel the childhood shadow in his heart, Lu Shubei smiled and said to him:

"What are you afraid of? It's just more people. Chinese people like more people and more chopsticks."

These remarks made the child stunned. At this moment, the child looked at Lu Shubei and couldn't help but think of his grandfather's behavior.

On the other side, Lu Shubei didn't notice the child's complicated inner activities. At this moment, he heard thunder and saw a flash pass over the roof of the building.

These movements are somewhat ominous.

Yes, is something going to happen?

Inside Z Building, 13th floor.

Eight players huddled together, moving slowly.They looked at the house numbers one by one in the dim corridor, trembling, and finally stopped in front of door 1313.

Through the wooden door, they could clearly hear the sound of mahjong playing inside, which was better than the howling of ghosts and wolves.

The next thing went smoothly. They knocked on the door, lowered their heads, and quickly handed the lunch box to the fat man in the vest who came to open the door. They collected money and changed money. They avoided eye contact with that person throughout the whole process. No surprises.

It is worth mentioning that everything in this room looks normal at first glance. From the corner of their eyes, the players saw the figures of the four mahjong players and the other two spectators. It's no different, it's just a common man with a belly puffed out of business.

Finally, the door of No. 1313 was closed, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and walked quickly towards the elevator, but just when they were about to press the door close button, suddenly the alarm bell in the elevator rang loudly, and at the same time, a hoarse complaint sounded clearly into their ears:

"Ah, one pair of chopsticks is missing, one pair is missing..."

Everyone's scalps started to tingle immediately. Obviously, it was the complaints of the diners, and the voice was so clearly transmitted from afar.Then no one dared to stay in the elevator anymore, everyone ran out, and then stopped in front of door 1313, looking at each other.

How could there be a pair of chopsticks missing?They took six sets of tableware as requested.

As if to answer this question, the door of the room creaked open, revealing a crack, just enough for them to see the legs of people playing mahjong around the table in the living room, and a standing figure beside the sofa. A person whose skin is beginning to rot, with his palms open, as if asking someone at the table for something.

Moreover, those hands moved slowly towards the door...

Now, this is the person who needs new tableware, right?

The players choked the howling in their throats, turned around and ran, and ran into an old man who had just returned from a walk in the narrow corridor before running too far.

"Young boy, what are you panicking about?" The uncle stopped them with a cattail fan, and looked at the group of people who were almost out of breath in confusion.

These players explained incoherently, and the director with the clearest logic was the only one who stroked his chest and said:

"It's terrible! We saw a corpse turned into a living person, sir, he has become a spirit, and he wants to harm the world!"

"Oh," the uncle looked at them with a blank expression, "there are more people in the world? Is there any problem?"

"Isn't it just more people and more chopsticks?"