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I don't think Mr. or Zhang Tong is playing tricks on me.

Sensing an eye on me, I looked over and met a woman at the counter.

Was she talking just now?

But she was so far away from me, and the voice was so close, not because of the megaphone or the horn.

Her lips squirmed, and I shouldn't have heard the sound, but the woman's voice came to my ears: "Guest, you're here." ”

It's that sentence again!

The woman smiled at me, and I got goosebumps all over my body, because I suddenly felt people smiling at me from all directions, and there were countless smiling faces around me, but when I looked at them again, they were still doing their own things.

Is it my delusion?

"What are you doing there?"

Zhang Tong spoke up.

I followed the prestige, but saw that Zhang Tong had already sat in a window seat at some point.

I asked him mentally as I pulled him over.

"I didn't pay attention during the day, but now that I look closely, this café is a little strange."

"Hmm."

"But I can't feel the smell of a monster."

"There are no youkai in the hall."

Not in the hall? I sensitively grasped the point of my husband's words. Sir mean there are youkai somewhere else?

My husband and I sat down next to each other, and the waiter came over to ask for orders, but Zhang Tong waved his hand and didn't answer, just leaning on the back of the chair and looking at us, signaling us to order first.

I don't know if Zhang Tong is like us, aware of the strangeness of this restaurant.

I must have noticed it, otherwise I wouldn't have come to the door to invite me to coffee.

"Two cappuccinos, what about you, Uncle Policeman?"

"Latte, no added sugar."

"Okay guest, wait a minute."

I looked at the waiter in front of me with a closed mouth, and somehow, my eyes swept to the woman at the counter.

She was also looking at me, her lips were open and closed, and her mouth was exactly the same as the waiter in front of her!

She smiled at me.

Here we go again, this feeling!

As soon as she smiled at me, I felt that everyone was smiling at me, and all eyes fell on me, giving me goosebumps.

"What do you perceive?"

"Nothing."

"Don't hide it, Qin Yiren, we've met five times, I know how special you are, and you know my purpose."

"Hmph, I doubt you're a real cop."

How can a police officer run to such a strange place all day long, still shouting "to expose unknown things to the sun".

What is something unknown?

Demons? Glamorous Spirit?

"There have been several strange cases of missing persons here, and after my investigation, the strangest thing is this café, so I came here to investigate the case, and you don't have to doubt the authenticity of my identity. Or, do you want to see my police ID ......"

"Don't—"

I stopped Zhang Tong from trying to prove his identity by showing out his police ID.

I don't really doubt his identity, I just think he's a little different as a police officer.

But when it comes to the missing person case, I think of the crew I met this afternoon, and they seem to have mentioned it as well.

By the way, it seems that the actor is missing, and I don't know if I found it later.

"Did anyone report the crime today?"

"Yes."

"When?"

"It's past five o'clock this afternoon, four hours after you left this café. However, the disappearance did not last more than 24 hours, and we did not file a case. But I think it's very likely that this person's disappearance is related to the previous disappearances......"

Zhang Tong began to tell me about the case, and I listened a little absent-mindedly, still thinking about this afternoon's events. At that time, I should have helped those people to find it together, the scream...... Maybe that person won't be missing.

In fact, even if Zhang Tong doesn't invite me to this café today, I will come to check the situation.

One is because of curiosity about this café, and the other is because of ...... Conscience.

If I don't meet and don't know, then I don't care about it, but since I do, I have responsibility.

I held my chin and thought about the mess as I watched the waiter come in front of me with a coffee.

It was the waiter who asked us to order.

She was dressed in proper overalls, with a light smile on her face, her head held high, and her every move was obvious at a glance that she was professionally trained.

It's just that she raised her head, waved her hands, and walked as if they were all playing on a loop, without the slightest change. Looks like a ...... Programmatic bots.

What's going on with this café?

It's completely different from the café I came to during the day.

The atmosphere gradually became eerie.

The waiter has brought the coffee to us.

I accidentally knocked over the coffee in front of me, and just a few drops spilled on the waiter's body.

The waiter smiled instead of being angry, the smile on his face grew bigger and bigger, the smiling faces from all directions became brighter and brighter, and the music in the café gradually became quieter, and I seemed to hear a lot of laughter echoing throughout the hall.

However, my eyes never took off the waiter's body for a moment.

The picture was like slow motion, and I saw those few drops of coffee fall on the waiter's clothes, like sulfuric acid, burning a few holes in the waiter's body, not just the clothes, as if ...... And the body.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

In three simple words, the waiter's voice changed again and again, and finally it was like a cassette. She retracted her hand unconcernedly and walked towards the counter, even though her little finger ...... It's been burned with a hole in coffee.

"We drank as if it was sulfuric acid, really...... What a waste of money! ”

"Poof."

"Meow."

"You don't seem surprised at all."

"Didn't you already know that this café was weird, aren't we here now to figure out these weirdness?"

"Do you see what's wrong?"

"It's strange everywhere."

"Isn't it...... Those things? ”

"Perhaps."

I don't know if it's the demons or monsters, but this café is a little creepy.

The girl at the next table forked a small piece of cake, which happened to be tiramisu, the same dessert I ordered this afternoon but didn't eat.

The strawberry was bright red in color, and the sauce on it dripped down, splashing a beautiful red flower.

Somehow, I shuddered.

I wanted to stop the girl, but the girl suddenly looked at me and ate the strawberry little by little under my gaze.