The clerk sat wriggled across from the dead wood, unable to relax.

Deadwood didn't speak again, he knew that talking too much would be counterproductive.

Deadwood looked at the delicacies in front of him and picked up chopsticks to taste them, and it was disrespectful to the chef who made this table of delicacies if he didn't finish the food.

"Well, it smells a little heavy." After tasting the dead wood, I couldn't help but comment.

When the clerk sitting across from Deadwood heard this, he finally picked up his chopsticks and reached for the dish that Deadwood had tasted.

The clerk also tasted it carefully, and did not feel anything strange.

Deadwood shook his head confidently and pointed at the dish with his finger, motioning for him to eat more.

It's not just a matter of letting the clerk know about the dish, it's also asking the clerk to eat a little more.

Although the clerk was confused, he still did what Deadwood said.

After a while, the clerk finally ate a special taste in the originally light dish, in this dish, because there should be no such taste, after all, light is the characteristic of this dish, no matter how you eat it, there will be no heavy taste in order to pass this dish, because this dish is often combined with other spicy and salty dishes, just to achieve the effect of neutralization.

Now he knew that the young man in front of him wanted him to taste the strangeness of this dish by measuring it.

The clerk wondered why Deadwood was so clear, and his mouth was half open......

Deadwood saw through the clerk's thoughts, and answered before the question appeared, "Because I'm also a cook, I've been practicing since I was a child." ”

The clerk looked at the young man in his early twenties in front of him, but he didn't expect that he was still a chef, and his face was full of affirmation.

"After all, I don't have any abilities for me to practice."

Deadwood's words resonated with the clerk, because he was also incapable, and he had once fantasized that if he had a powerful ability, he wouldn't have to be a waiter here, at least he could do what he wanted.

Deadwood looked at the clerk's misty eyes and knew that he was in a state of reverie.

Communicating with the incapacitated is what Deadwood is best at, and if the other party is also incapacitated, what Deadwood wants to do is undoubtedly simpler.

"Even if you have an ability, there are still people who are waiters, and even if you have something you want to do, if it's not connected to the ability, then why can't you do it."

Deadwood's words are like a bell, ringing the bell that has been silent in the clerk's heart for a long time, and because of Deadwood's identity as an incapacitated person, these words are also very kind.

Deadwood's words didn't stop there, he continued, "So what I'm doing now is just forced by life, and if not, who wants to do what I don't want to do." ”

Deadwood's subsequent words also hinted at the status of the incapacitated, and at the same time calmed down the hearts of the clerks who were originally excited, such a hot and cold way of speaking also made the clerk's attitude towards Deadwood a lot more respectful, and he felt that Deadwood had a different mind from his age.

Of course, the change in Deadwood's mind also comes from the ability to see ghosts.

After such a series of interactions, the clerk gradually relaxed, and his good impression of the dead wood continued to develop in a better direction.

Deadwood looked at the clerk who was becoming more and more proficient with himself, and Deadwood finally began his purpose of coming here.

"Your name is ......" Deadwood asked the clerk for his name, though this was redundant for Deadwood, as Deadwood already knew his name when he was investigating the disappearance. Deadwood also has to be programmed, as if suddenly telling someone I know your name is sure to be offensive.

"Just call me Springs."

The clerk dismantled his own defenses and did not shy away from telling Deadwood his name.

Deadwood knows that this is a sign that the opinion level has reached a certain level, and now even if it makes people feel disgusted, the opinion will not drop to the end.

"A very good friend of mine is missing, and before he disappeared, he called me to tell me a very strange phenomenon, people disappeared in an instant, and asked me to save him."

Missing, the clerk is particularly sensitive to these two words, just like the police officer who came to investigate at the time, always reminds him of horrific memories, even if a year has passed.

Quanyong's hand that had been holding vegetables suddenly stopped in the air, and Deadwood knew that the shadow left in his heart by that incident still existed.

Deadwood had no choice, if he wanted to get a clue, he had to open up the pain he had suffered, and Deadwood knew it would be painful, but he had to.

Deadwood himself didn't find out that now his determination to do this is no longer an agreement with Xinle Sensei, but from the light in his heart, the kindness that wants to bring the fugitive to justice, maybe the way to pray in his heart is safer, but who allows Deadwood to communicate with the soul, maybe the meaning of this ability in Deadwood's heart is to let the soul who still has a last wish pass away with peace of mind.

After waiting for a long time, Deadwood saw that Quan Yong had no intention of speaking, Deadwood no longer insisted on it, everyone had something that they didn't want to speak, and Deadwood knew this.

Seeing this, Deadwood felt that it was not possible, and thanked him, "I'm sorry for reminding you of something bad, thank you for chatting." ”

Deadwood knows that this way, the clue will be broken again, and then from that side you have to rethink, but now there is no way, there is only embarrassment in the air, there is no way, the topic has been stopped.

The dead wood walked out, but the heart still wanted to stay here, if it could, the dead wood wanted to hear the words from the mouth of the spring.

As the deadwood was about to leave, the spring made a sound.

"Can you guarantee to catch that guy?" What Izumi said was exactly what I wanted most as a victim.

"Of course." Deadwood looked back and smiled hopefully, and replied to Quan Yong in an extremely firm tone without thinking, telling him that he could do it.

....................

Deadwood returned to his seat and told Izumi that we should be more private if we wanted to.

When Quan Yong heard this, he lowered his voice, leaned in like a dead tree, and began to talk about his experience.

At that time, although Quanyong was not on duty that night, the pendant that was very important to him was accidentally left in the store, and it was very late when he found it, but there was no way for Quanyong to go back and get it.

Quan Yong then returned to the store, lucky, just met a colleague who was about to get off work, the colleague saw this and asked Quan Yong to lock the door, Quan Yong agreed and immediately went to find his pendant, fortunately, the pendant was in place, and no one took it. Quan Yong also left the store immediately, and as soon as he walked out of the door, the street where Quan Yong was still a few people suddenly became pitch black, and it was clear that there were still a few shops that were not closed when Quan Yong came.

Quan Yong didn't pay much attention to it, thinking that it might be that he was looking for the pendant, and he had been looking for it for a long time, so they had already left, in fact, he knew that he had not been in the store for a long time, so he didn't want to scare himself by looking for something to do.

But he felt that something was wrong when he walked, although the scenery in front of him was constantly changing, but this road Quanyong had walked at least a hundred times, to exaggerate, even if he closed his eyes, he could finish walking, he knew very well that he kept walking the same road again.

Later, he saw a man in front of him, so he hurried forward, and in this case he could at least be brave to find someone.

Quan Yong was just about to say hello, the person suddenly disappeared, he now has to believe that he may have met a ghost, but he is not too strange, is someone using the ability to spoof others, and he happened to be unfortunate to be chosen, now he still does not want to believe the worst outcome, Quan Yong's heart is resisting, the more fearful, the more his heart tells him not to believe, as if this will all pass.

It turned out to be useless.

Izumi saw the crowd of people, their eyes blank like marionettes, and when he arrived, the empty eyes stared at him, and he stopped suddenly, instinctively telling him that he could not go any further, or something dangerous would happen.

He slowly stepped back, keeping his eyes in line with the group, and so froze, Quan Yong ran away hoping to reach a safe distance.

Touch.

Quan Yong touched something, a cold feeling, for a moment his whole body felt such a hard touch, Quan Yong was afraid, he slowly turned his head back, but immediately turned back, Quan Yong felt that when he looked back and saw that person's face, he would definitely die.

So he stood there trembling and pretending to be calm, and he wouldn't look back.

The next moment, Quan Yong felt something reach into his pocket, that position, Quan Yong knew that it was where he put the pendant, this time I don't know what gave Quan Yong courage, he grabbed the thing that reached into his pocket, as if it was a hand, Quan Yong turned around, ready to punch it.

When he turned around, his heart was shocked, the person behind him was his dead girlfriend.

"You're still keeping."

Quan Yong listened, it was still the lively and moving voice, but what did not match the voice was the lifeless eyes and the cold body.

Izumi's girlfriend said, "You know what, I miss you so much. ”

Quan Yong knew that the person's own girlfriend was dead, and now appeared in this situation, Quan Yong knew that this was a fake, a fake person in this fake world.

Quan Yong snatched the pendant and told the dummy in front of him, "You can't take it, you're not." ”

Suddenly, Quan Yong was suppressed by the group of people who came behind him, and he didn't know why the group of people suddenly appeared behind him, how the group of people who were like marionettes walked around without making a sound.

Of course, it is not at all strange that such a strange thing happened in this strange situation.

"You know, did you leave me?" The woman in front of Quan Yong said such a sentence.

Even if you know that this is fake, you will still feel heartache, after all, the woman in front of you is telling the truth.

A masked man walked over and came to Quanyong's side, and Quanyong felt that he was the person who had just appeared in front of him, the one who had suddenly disappeared.

The masked man looked at Quan Yong and praised, "Shouldn't ordinary people be very happy to be able to do it, it seems that my skills are still improving." ”

When Izumi Yong saw this person, his heart burned with anger, this guy who casually used the deceased to act and disrespected the deceased.

As he spoke, the masked man took out a knife, an ordinary knife, and handed it to the woman in front of Quanyong.

The masked man said, "He has left you, what are you going to do?" ”

In fact, the masked man's action of sending the knife has already said the answer.

Right in front of Quan Yong, the woman was depressed, this time, Quan Yong was moved, he felt that this was his girlfriend's soul being manipulated, his girlfriend actually still had her own in her heart, Quan Yong felt that he could wake her up, Quan Yong shouted his girlfriend's name Illusion.

The next moment, the cold tip of the knife stabbed into Quan Yong's body, and Quan Yong could clearly feel the temperature difference between his internal organs and the cold knife, the real pain, and he really wanted to die immediately. Izumi has only this one feeling, this hurt is so real, Izumi has finally deviated from his cognition, and now he knows, his heart laughs at himself.

"Maybe it's real now."

The last thing the dying man saw was his girlfriend holding a knife stained with his own blood in his hand, and took the pendant that was important to both himself and his "girlfriend".

"Here, master, I've got it." The girlfriend held the pendant in the palm of her hand and offered it to the masked man in front of her.

The masked man was very happy, stretched out his hand, and stroked the head of the woman in front of him, "It's very obedient, it's just a waste of time, why did you act just now." ”

It turned out that the woman's hesitation just now was hypocritical.

The eyes of the spring came to an end of the night, and the unwilling eyes finally closed.