Su Que quickly put the playing cards into the box, packed them and put them back in their original places.

Ji Shuze over there had already walked over slowly, and he glanced at Su Que with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and there seemed to be deep inquiry in his eyes:

"My sister is just a bunch of cards to clean up, how can she be so slow?"

Su Que clenched his fists nervously, knowing that he was suspicious, but his eyes looked at each other openly.

She quickly figured out an excuse in her mind in an attempt to prevaricate the past:

"Mu Shuyan just stained the card with blood, and I wiped it again, wasting some time."

Ji Shuze looked at her expression, and a smile slowly appeared on his face:

"Oh, really?"

Su Que pretended to nod calmly, her facial muscles became relaxed under the forced command of her nerves, but her hands pretended not to care in her pockets, and secretly clenched the fruit knife.

The cold, hard yellow plastic handle clung to the palm of her hand.

Ji Shuze just looked at her and didn't speak.

Su Que was furious when he saw it, and his psychological defense line seemed to collapse in the next second.

She swallowed, glanced sideways at the door of the villa, and saw that it was empty, so she had an idea, and forcibly changed the topic:

"Eh, what about the couple?"

She felt as if her voice was trembling.

Mu Shuyan, who was sitting on the sofa, took in Su Que's nervousness, and also helped her say:

"yes, they were there just now."

Ji Shuze glanced at the door unconsciously, but he didn't delve into the question just now, but answered this question smoothly:

"Ah, they're a couple, and couples naturally want to enjoy their own two-person world. They had just seen another vacant house, so they went to live there. ”

Ji Shuze said with a smile, his tone was full of going with the flow, and there didn't seem to be any displeasure.

Just, why?

If he's targeting everyone, then why let that couple go?

Su Que was a little puzzled.

Things seem to be going weirder and weirder.

Mu Shuyan on the sofa touched his chin, put his hand under his nose, thought about it seriously, and seemed to suddenly think of something critical, and his face turned white.

Su Que wrinkled his eyebrows and glanced at Mu Shuyan, knowing that now was not the time to ask him, so he had to put the question in his heart first.

She nodded nonchalantly.

Ji Shuze glanced at Mu Shuyan meaningfully, but didn't say anything.

He came to the white wooden table with a patterned pattern, pointed to a large pile of snacks on the white satin tassel tablecloth, and said:

"Everyone is hungry, let's have some snacks to cushion our stomachs."

After speaking, he didn't care about Su Que and Mu Shuyan's reactions, he directly dragged a chair and sat down, tore open a bag of yellow fries and started eating.

Accompanied by the tempting aroma of French fries, Ji Shuze's gobbling chewing sound resounded in the restaurant.

His brazen behavior only relaxed their vigilance.

Su Que and Mu Shuyan glanced at each other, and they both saw doubts in each other's eyes.

A strong smell of barbecue fries permeated the living room and lingered around their noses. The fragrant scent constantly stimulates their taste buds, and the tongue secretes a little wet and slippery saliva uncontrollably.

Mu Shuyan poked his head out and glanced at Su Que, who slowly walked to the table and tentatively picked up a bag of potato chips.

It was a bag of braised steak-flavored potato chips, a reddish-brown bag that seemed to be filled with the nitrogen that food is accustomed to — to prevent spoilage.

If you just look at the braised steak on the package, it's very tempting.

The reddish-brown steak shimmers with ruddy oil, and the rich sauce slides off the steak, as if the salty flavor has rolled down the viewer's tongue, and then down the throat and into the hungry stomach, bringing a burst of satiety pleasure.

Su Que subconsciously licked the roof of her mouth with her tongue, although she was not hungry in her stomach, but when she saw the fragrant and attractive steak, she also had the desire to taste this potato chip.

Su Que tore open the bag of potato chips, and a smell of braised steak came to his face, mixed with the pungent smell of food additives, which caused his taste buds to stir for a while.

The yellow and white flat potato chips are sprinkled with a reddish-brown dry powder, which is very attractive to look at.

Su Que took out a potato chip from the bag and put it in his mouth.

To her surprise, the mouth was not as fragrant as she had imagined, but dry and astringent, and tasted like chewing wax, as if she were chewing not potato chips but a lump of waste paper.

Saliva and potato chips are combined, wet and sticking to the tongue, occasionally chewing fibers back and forth between the lips and teeth, like a ball of grass, the tongue is soft, and a sticky juice fills the mouth, which is disgusting.

Su Que subconsciously wanted to spit it out, his muscles trembled, and the juice had gushed to his mouth, but Ji Shuze suddenly looked over.

Su Que was startled, and reflexively pushed the juice in his mouth back, and his tongue was too hard to accidentally push the food into the throat, and the epiglottis cartilage subconsciously swallowed it.

Suddenly, a chill went straight to the bottom of my heart. Su Que could clearly feel that there was something cold, unhurriedly sliding down her throat, slowly passing through her esophagus, and finally sliding into her stomach, mixing with the normal food she had eaten before.

She could even hear the thing "thump" as it fell into the gastric juices, like a cold lead ball falling into a warm bag.

Unfortunately, that warm bag was her stomach.

Su Que felt a heavy coldness in his stomach. She barely stood on her heels, and with her great endurance, she tried her best to pretend to be light-hearted.

Ji Shuze glanced at her with a smile, kept pulling French fries in his hand, and continued to stuff things into his mouth.

His stomach was like a bottomless pit, and he had eaten a lot of snacks, but he couldn't stuff them, as if those big snacks were just a little bit between his teeth.

Unlike Su Que, he eats very fragrantly, not the kind of fragrance that he pretends to be, but really feels fragrant.

Su Que glanced at him, pretending to find a chair to sit down as if nothing had happened, but he seemed to be flipping through the snack bag in his hand casually.

She always felt that this snack was weird.

Smooth reddish-brown plastic packaging with the flavor of potato chips written on the packaging -

This doesn't seem to be any different from a snack in general.

Su Que's hand looking through the snacks suddenly paused.

She seemed to have discovered something.

It was the date of production printed in black ink on the snack, and it seemed to have been worn out a lot, vaguely written in small font:

1999.12.3

This seems like a bag of potato chips from 20 years ago......

And so on –

Twenty years ago?!

Su Que was shocked, a cold air rose from the soles of his feet, his heart seemed to be raised to his throat, and his whole body was tense like a bow.

Why...... It would have been potato chips twenty years ago......

Su Que's mind was in chaos, but there seemed to be some details mentioned in the fog-

Advertisements on the carriages.

That's right, it's the advertisement on the carriage.

It was also an old ad from 25 years ago.

Su Que had a terrifying guess in his heart.

If you push it like this......

Su Que quickly turned the snack bag over.

The line of words on the back of the bag seemed to faintly coincide with the words on the carriage in Su Que's eyes:

Address: Paradise Trade Market

Maker: Yin and Yang Shops

It turned out to be true...... The stuff of the Yin and Yang Treasure Shop!

There seemed to be something hazy in Su Que's mind about to surface. All the clues together seem to point to a terrible reality.

Su Que didn't dare to think about it anymore.

She wished she could turn back the clock and choose a Great Atlantis or a Doll's Mansion on bus 107 to be better than the paradise she was right now.

The barrage in Su Que's heart almost filled the entire inner dynamics.

She stood up quietly:

"I'm a little tired, let's go rest first."

After speaking, without waiting for Ji Shuze's reply, he gave Mu Shuyan a look, turned around and walked upstairs.

Mu Shuyan didn't know what to understand at this time, he wished that he was as far away from Ji Shuze as possible, and after receiving Su Que's eyes, he didn't sit down for long, and then followed upstairs with a pale face.