The highly professional waiter maintained a thunderous smile, came to Su Que's table and began to settle the bill, and the neat leather shoes made a "bangbang" sound on the ground.

He leaned over and looked at the time of Su Que's table carefully, then straightened up and took out a pure black color from the waiter's uniform pocket, which was small and delicate like a stopwatch, and pressed its glass surface firmly on the Bliss watch.

I saw a flash of red light between the two, and the thing made a dinging sound, as if something had been entered, and the waiter picked it up with both hands, put it on his chest, and said in a standard tone:

"Dear lady, your meal this time is five minutes and thirty-six seconds, and the settlement amount is sixteen gold and eight silver."

At the moment when the red light was recorded, all the dishes on the table wrapped in gold film disappeared, as if they had been eaten by the light film.

Su Que listened to his amount, and quickly groped out seventeen gold coins from his pocket, which was mixed with a lot of broken ice.

Su Que glanced at the broken ice.

The ice was not pure white, but the woolen fibers of the velvet white pockets that had been forcibly brought down—and she suddenly felt a little embarrassed by the waiter's warm smile.

So he quietly tilted his hand under the table, shook off the broken ice little by little, and then put the gold coin in the waiter's hand.

The waiter took the coin and smiled nonchalantly, and surprisingly, the polite smile seemed gentle on his mediocre face, which made his not-so-high nose bridge and protruding chin insignificant, and only the smile was pleasant.

He put the money in the cash register at the front desk, found some silver for Su Que, and pressed a button above the side of the stopwatch.

The thing shuddered, and with a few clicks, it slowly spat out a piece of paper, smooth on one side with words printed on it, and a little rough on the other.

The waiter walked over and handed the paper to Su Que.

Su Que glanced at it, it was a well-cut regular shopping receipt, but it had been changed to a restaurant-style here.

The smooth front is obliquely printed with several "happiness restaurant" watermarks, and the lead characters on it are regularly printed with the amount of Su Que's consumption and the time of dining.

Su Que didn't look at it anymore, but stuffed it into his pocket, put it together with the fruit knife, and closed the zipper carefully.

With that done, she pulled the chair away, pushed it back into its place, nodded to the waiter, and walked to where she had come, where there was a circle of patterned marble that opened onto the outside world.

Su Que slowly stood on it, and it didn't take long to feel the marble under her feet melt, dissipating from the middle like quicksand to all sides, she stepped on the void, and under the action of gravity, her body fell violently.

The young man over there was dumbfounded after reading everything Su Que did, he swallowed his saliva, remembering that he had just entered the restaurant, and was surprised when he heard about this unique charging method, that mouth could almost stuff an egg, and compared with the calmness of this little girl, he couldn't help blushing.

The waiter who was setting the table over there looked at the young man in confusion, as if wondering why he hadn't left after eating.

The young man noticed his gaze, scratched his head embarrassedly, and didn't know what to think, he touched the pimples on his face, and regretted that he had just asked for a plate of mapo tofu in a hurry.

You know, his sister hasn't ...... yet When killed...... But he often smiled in his ear...... Don't eat too much spicy stuff...... Acne-prone ...... The younger brother with acne is not handsome.

The young man's expression suddenly became depressed, he shook the water balloon in his hand a little depressed, and stared at it hatefully for a long time, but finally he sighed and did nothing.

He tugged at the white sunscreen that had been cut a few times on his body, lowered the brim of his cap, and quietly walked out of the circle.

……

Su Que fell all the way from the circle, sliding down like a feather tied to a stone, and there was darkness in front of him.

When a darkness retreats, a new darkness begins to take over, so it is a cycle of darkness from beginning to end.

Su Que didn't know how long he had been falling in that depth, but at a certain moment, as if he had been hit by a sudden brake, he turned a sharp corner, and was pushed towards the bright light by the repulsion of a tunnel.

Su Que was kicked out of the tunnel, and after a flash of light, he barely stood by the wall of a golden seal.

This is no longer a profitable supermarket stop, because Su Que can't see the bus stop sign with the words written on it, and the outside portal of the Elysium is originally random, and it depends on your luck which mark is passed to where the mark is.

Su Que sorted out his messy thoughts.

Here are two small cracks between two dilapidated buildings, a total of only two people wide, and the domestic garbage is scattered here, exuding a different kind of foul smell, which is impressive.

Su Que covered his nose and carefully crossed the position of the household garbage from a fairly clean piece.

Stepping out of here is a clean brick field, where the frost has formed on the ground, and the bitter cold is constantly exploiting the temperature in the air.

Su Que jumped over a plastic bag containing rotten watermelon skins, but before she could completely step over, a creepy voice came into the auditory center, making her whole body muscles tense and tense, and suddenly thought of something bad, and pricked up her ears suddenly:

"Wowhaha-haha-la-la-ha-wow"

The sound was small, as if it were thousands of miles away, like a mosquito buzzing but so real.

Su Que thought of something, and ran out of the crack in the building.

She looked around, found a place on the brick floor casually, and no longer cared about the dirtiness of the ground, so she quickly half-squatted on the ground with the skills of a special soldier, landed on one knee, supported her head with her arms, and pressed her ears tightly to the ground.

Sound travels faster in solids than in gases, with less loss and high sound quality.

The voice was progressed layer by layer in Su Que's ear, until it hit the eardrum and entered the gray matter of the brain—it was indeed clearer and brighter:

"Wowhaha-haha-la-la-ha-wow"

"Wowhaha-haha-la-la-ha-wow"

Something seemed to move thousands of miles away, like the flutter of wings when a swarm of locusts swept away, and like thousands of children singing in that strange and immature tone:

"Hahaha-wah-wah-la-wha-"

Su Que slowly stood up from the ground, his red jacket was dusty, and the aura of fear was spreading.

She seemed to have vaguely guessed what it was by now.

The light of the eightfold illusory sun shone coldly on a decadent land, and the bitter cold wind was still sweeping mercilessly, crossing the uninhabited urban areas to preach the cold cry.

The light of the eight suns blended together, and on the horizon covered by the halo, the points of light were jumping, and something was surging, like a wave and a swarm of locusts, and the trembling swept out of the horizon.

Su Que only felt that his mind exploded, as if a cold current swept across his spine.

It's them—here.