I resisted the shock in my heart, and did not make a sound, nor did I make a movement, probably because I opened the door quickly, and the strange man continued to concentrate on eating the raw meat in his hand as if he had not noticed me.

Looking at the meat he ate, my nervous mood slowly calmed down, and I opened my eyes wide to observe the behavior of the strange person in front of me.

For some reason, I could clearly feel in my heart that the strange man in front of me who was concentrating on eating meat was the strange person who had injured me before.

Of course, my hand still pinching the doorknob when I opened the door, and if he moved, I would quickly close the door.

Thanks to the strange card, I could hear the strange man's voices as I stood in the doorway, from the sound of chewing food, the grinding of breath through my nose, and the pounding of my heart.

The sound of the strange man's heart beating was like thunder, like a noisy engine, louder than any other sound in him, but I could clearly distinguish the various sounds, and if I wanted to hear it, it would naturally become louder in my ears, and I could hardly feel any other sounds.

Suddenly, the strange man turned around and moved towards me at great speed. I squeezed my arms and tried to close the wooden door, but a violent air stream blew from the front, and the door was only halfway closed and could not be closed again.

Seeing the strange man in front of me, just moving at high speed for such a short distance, can produce such a violent wind pressure, my heart tightened, and I immediately let go of my right hand gripping the doorknob, wanting to take the opportunity to run away.

Unexpectedly, he just reached out and took a bag of raw meat from the left shelf, and he didn't mean to do anything to me, as if he couldn't see me.

Thinking of this, I raised my hand and waved it up and down in front of him, but he didn't react to me, didn't blink his eyes, and thought he really couldn't see me.

With my heart calming down, I suddenly noticed a problem, the place he had just reached for was blank, and there was nothing.

There was an inexplicable sense of disconnection in the image I saw, and he just reached for the empty space on the shelf, and when he moved his arm back, he was already holding a bag of raw meat products in his hand.

I watched it back and forth several times with my eyes wide open, and even the sound I heard of the weirdo getting the raw meat product seemed to have been forcibly added by a novice editor, completely ignoring the coherence of the picture, just simply stitching the two images together.

When I saw this, I suddenly thought of a question, a question that I should have noticed a long time ago, the sentence that I tried to make the truth without witnessing it with my own eyes - there are ghosts here.

Regardless of the purpose of the ghosts here, let's just say that there are ghosts here, and set a series of inexplicable rules, and the punishment for breaking the rules is expulsion, that is, death. The road outside the counter window is obviously the road for tourists to visit the park, and it can't be any employee passage, so my previous action of climbing up to the counter and climbing out is tantamount to violating the first rule - at all times, please take the staff passage, and if you violate it, you will be fired directly.

But the question arises, why is there such an inexplicable line that separates employees from the outside space, and if it is simply for fear that employees will break the rules, why not set more restrictions?

Wait, my violation of the rules is clearly earlier than that!

When I walked out of the zoo and out onto the street, was it also in the staff passage?

If there really were ghosts, wouldn't I have broken the rules the first time I left the zoo? Why didn't you die in the wilderness in the first place?

Judging from the fact that Situ Shan and I were able to talk to the waiter in the restaurant, we were not dead, we could eat, we could feel hungry, and we would be tired, which means that I am still a living person.

The work card will automatically change the count, and there is no need for other things to observe at all, according to the consciousness of ghosts and people, it is impossible to have such an environmental change accurate to the second! After all, no matter how diligent and self-disciplined a person is, he will also have inertia in the face of this kind of mechanical work, and he can't overcome it when he is born, and he can do it after he dies?

In other words, there are no ghosts here at all, there is only one set of rules, a set of rules that are not accurate, or the world is big, and every road in the world is an employee passage. Probably the most important rule to remember is that expulsion equals death.

I just need to make sure that I don't lose my work card, it's the same everywhere, and I won't be fired at all; As for the newcomer report, I just need to make sure that there is more than one vacancy here at all times.

It doesn't matter where you are, it doesn't matter what you do, it's important to make sure that there are vacancies in the "posts" here.

Thinking of this, I closed the door lightly, and ran quickly along this so-called staff passage, the moment I went out of this zoo, it meant that I was invincible, the sky was big outside, and if you wanted to kill me, you would waste energy in addition to wasting time.

This is the truth of not letting you go out of the park!

The phrase "forbidden to leave the park" written on the work card now seems to be nonsense within nonsense, and it is completely non-binding.

But something strange happened, and I ran along this familiar road, and instead of running to the familiar rusty iron door, I stopped in front of the office building.

I shook my head, ignoring the urge to get excited from hunger, and ran back towards the kiosk, just to see how the weirdo had left, and I was completely invincible here, and no one who tried to kill me could break the barrier.

Unfortunately, when I opened the wooden door, the strange man was no longer in the kiosk, and the kiosk was as neat and clean as before, and all the packaging on the floor was gone.

I searched the entire kiosk carefully, and there was no other space to go out of the kiosk except for the sales window and the wooden doorway.

The wooden door behind him can only be opened by himself, so there is only one place left to get out.

I looked at the empty space above the glass case, swallowed silently, suppressed the urge to vomit in my body, let out a long breath, withdrew some distance, and accelerated towards the window.

As he approached the glass case, he jerked his front foot and jumped outward.