While the footsteps are still in the back kitchen, there is no human figure in the square, and it is undoubtedly the best choice to sneak out now.

Sokolovsky set the menu on the left side, covering part of his figure, and slowly used the reflection on the tiles in the back kitchen passage to observe the interior, but did not see the figure moving.

The sound of the bag was still being heard, and Sokolovsky was speeding up on his feet, seeing that he was about to rush to the door of the fast food restaurant.

Suddenly, the sound of packing stopped.

Out of the corner of Sokolovsky's eye, he caught a glimpse of a reflection of a figure in the passage.

Can't go out!

The exterior wall is made of transparent glass, so even if you rush out now, you will definitely be seen.

Sokolovsky made a quick decision and got under a table in the doorway.

Because he found that in the reflection, the figure was holding a large basin with both hands, most likely containing prepared food, and it was unlikely that he would look down at the bottom of the table for a short time.

Sokolovsky had just curled up under the table, and with the sound of heavy footsteps, he saw the lower body of a strong man in an apron in his sight.

The original white apron was already covered with greasy stains and emitted an unpleasant stench.

And the sneakers on his feet were all torn, revealing two pitch-black thumbs.

"It's definitely not a living man's toe...... Sokolovsky saw the gardener's man in the garden, his skin exposed to his clothes in the form of a normal person.

And this fast-food restaurant employee, the two toes exposed outside, are not only dark, but when you get closer, you can see that there is a faint rot, and the nail cover has long been gone.

"Could it be that in this town, it is the tricks that drive the living?"

"But what's the point?"

Sokolovsky was puzzled, and the history had its own strict laws of action.

Freeze the living people in the town and secretly help them make fried chicken...... It's not a trick, it's a fairy tale.

Bah.

It seems that the basin for the food is not big enough, and the finished product is pointed out and not very stable.

The living dead employee moved and fell to the floor.

A spherical piece of fried chicken fell to the ground, bounced a few times, and rolled in front of the table where Sokolovsky was squatting.

"Fack! Is it so unlucky? “

Sokolovsky squeezed hard into it, looking at the fried chicken and feeling that something was wrong.

"Is there anything on the chicken that is round? Isn't that a chicken butt? “

He put the problem behind him for a moment and put his hand in his pocket.

Once the Living Dead employee looks down to pick up food and finds him, he will have to use the supernatural object to protect himself.

It's better to pay a price than to die here.

The fast-food restaurant employee seemed to notice a piece of fried chicken that had fallen on the spot, and he held the pan and stayed there for a while.

But he didn't bend down to pick it up, but walked out the door with the basin in his hand.

Sticking to this table, he walked from the front of Sokolovsky to the right, and finally to the place where he could not see.

"Gone?"

Sokolovsky took his hand out of his pocket and rubbed it vigorously on his coat, wiping away the sweat he had just gained from nervousness.

Click...... Grunt......

"Where's the chewing sound?"

Sokolovsky suddenly felt a tingling in his scalp, and he turned his head stiffly.

A little brunette girl who had just been as tall as a table was eating fried chicken she had picked up from the ground, looking curiously at the people under the table.

The round piece of fried chicken was bitten in half, and Sokolovsky finally saw clearly from the bitten part.

Sokolovsky's hairs stood on end.

He hurriedly put his hand in his pocket, but his body suddenly stiffened.

Even the mind suddenly became confused and sluggish.

"That's it...... Difference...... One...... Dot......"

Sokolovsky tried his best to touch the supernatural object in his pocket.

"I ...... At...... Dry...... Well......"

"I don't seem to have enough to eat?"

"So I came to the fried chicken restaurant to find something to eat."

With a smile on his face, Sokolovsky slid out from under the table.

He gently bent down and said to the little girl, "Uncle is hungry, can you divide me in half?"

The little girl generously handed it over.

…………

The other side of town.

Anna seems to have walked to the end of the residential area, to a new area.

It seems to be a campsite.

She continued to move forward, only to realize that there was a wooden sign on the side of the road, which was obscured by the bushes, and it was impossible to see from a little distance.

"Camp of the Giants?"

Anna pronounced the words that had been blurred above, "Does this place have anything to do with giants?" “

But the thought of this town can come up with the name "downtown" town.

It doesn't seem wrong to call a wasteland a giant.

In the middle of the camp is a deserted lawn, and behind it is an invisible forest.

There is also a wooden house in front of the forest, about two floors.

Typical summer camp facilities, toilets or cabins built separately outside.

But the doors and windows are broken, and even the wall panels are all broken, and the whole building is a dangerous building.

Even in abandoned houses, there are still broken mirrors inside.

So Anna can still be observed through her pocket watch.

The interior of the hut is as dilapidated as it looks.

Only a shelf remained of the sofa, and the outer skin and cotton were long gone.

The bunk beds in the lobby are also rotten, and the floor is littered with garbage.

The innermost part of the cabin seems to be a manager's private room, with a desk and a typewriter......

And one person!

A living man, just like the ones Anna had met before, just sitting stiff, staring blank, his hands still on the typewriter, and a pile of files at hand.

"This place has been abandoned, why is there a living manager?"

Anna reflected on the strangeness of the journey, and the sparks of thought collided with new ideas.

"There is a shortage of people in every household, and so many people have left their homes, but they are not disappearing for no reason...... And there's a camp here, and somebody is going to be here for something......"

"Could it be that all those who disappeared will end up here?"

"Let's see what happened to that bearded man."

Anna held her pocket watch, the mirror constantly flickering.

Keep switching from the nearest home.

Sokolovsky was also not seen in the rearview mirror of a parked car on the side of the road.

"It's fast, don't look for a place to hide, right?"

Anna's guess was quite accurate, and she kept moving her gaze forward through the mirror world until she reached the square in the center of the town.

"Libraries, convenience stores, and town halls ......"

Anna went from place to place.

But Sokolovsky was not found.