The word invitation is a little strange to use, but it feels like it.

Bai Su picked up the card and put it in his pocket, temporarily putting the player's reference to the back of his mind.

Before leaving the bathroom, he pushed all the cubicles open and looked at them, and there was nothing hidden except for the ruined cistern that was dripping with water.

He even ignored the gender difference and went to the next door to go around.

Outside the bathroom, I walked along the aisle to the back kitchen of the restaurant, and when I came to the dining area, as expected, there was no sound in the whole hot pot restaurant.

The boiler was still boiling under the dazzling white light, and the gurgling soup base was just without diners.

He walked back to the table he had been sitting on.

The phone was well set up on the stand, and the black screen clicked twice to find that the live broadcast was interrupted, and then look at the signal, a huge cross was displayed there.

There is no signal and no internet.

What about people? Bai Su was still a little puzzled about what was going on.

He looked left and right, and could see a few personal belongings scattered on the ground, as if he had left in a hurry and had not had time to take them.

Bai Su sat down and began to think.

He had no clue about the disappearance of humanity, followed by himself.

The first three months of his life as a human being were ordinary and routine daily life, but after three months the situation took a turn for the worse and changed dramatically...... It seems to have started with Bloody Mary.

Bloody Mary is like a switch that opens the path between the everyday and the non-ordinary.

Bai Su didn't know if it was his own problem or the problem of this world, but things kept going back and forth, and if he encountered three times in a short period of time, was the concentration of supernatural in this world a little high?

Bai Su didn't mind, he went over...... Hey, how did he come from?

The black-haired young man sat there and tried to remember, but the past was hazy and shrouded in a thin veil, and he couldn't see it really.

Forget it, Bai Su shook his head, but the difficulty coefficient of his hiding has increased.

After all, he is really gluttonous, and appetite is the most impulsive part of him.

Thinking about it, the divergent thoughts were retracted, and Bai Su saw the table in front of him.

The pot was still burning the food he had ordered before leaving, and although it was a little old, it was a bit of a waste not to finish it.

Ordinary people will not continue to eat, and they should go to the occasion to find the mystery of the disappearance of others, Bai Su just sat down calmly and continued to pick up the chopsticks.

Isn't it just a supernatural event, let's talk about it after you've eaten your fill.

Holding chopsticks in his hand, he reached into the pot and sandwiched a piece of cooked mutton, and the slightly rolled meat slices rolled and rolled in the sauce, stained with a delicious salty flavor, and before he was about to put it in his mouth, his hand suddenly stopped.

Seems a little weird?

Bai Su squinted and pulled the lamb roll away, he sniffed twice, and smelled something from the smell of food.

Probably someone had recognized the anomaly, and the illusion of the food suddenly faded from its disguise, and the bloody severed finger was displayed in front of Bai Su's eyes in its true form.

Looking at the boiling pot again, it was no longer beef and mutton and all kinds of hot pot ingredients that were boiling inside, and the red meat slices and white flower human tissues were about to overflow.

Plop, a piece of fat was bounced out under the boiling rise and fall of the soup base, fell on the table and rolled a few times, lying there softly.

The side facing Bai Su was like honeycomb coal, and the tiny white insects in the dense holes wriggled and crawled out, making people stand tall and cold.

Bai Su glanced at it a few times, and took out a piece of paper to cover the fat, so as not to lose his appetite.

As for the severed finger of the human, his recipe was not taboo about it, and under the temptation of a faint sweetness, Bai Su tried to lick it.

"Smack, goo."

The severed finger was thrown back into the pot in disgust, and the chopsticks poked down hard, poking into the slippery eyeballs in the pot.

For a while, the juice splashed, and the eyeballs finally moved a slight angle, and sank into the bottom of the pot in distraction.

Bai Su's facial features were wrinkled, and he was unpalatable.

It wasn't at all the delicacy he imagined, all the boilers in this hot pot restaurant were like this, the smell of the food covered the stench, but there was a little sweetness hidden under the stench.

"Phew."

After spitting out two sips, Bai Su took the water on the side and poured it down, fortunately, the taste of the white water had not changed, and the drink on the other table had become strange.

Now looking around the entire hot pot restaurant, the original normal ingredients have changed at the moment, the stumps and broken arms are all fresh, and more flies and maggots linger on the heat, and they fall into the soup when they are stunned.

I can't eat this meal.

Bai Su stood up, picked up the mobile phone on the table and put it in his pocket.

The moment he put it in, his fingertips touched the card, and the touch might have triggered something, and the phone rang in the quiet hot pot restaurant.

"Jingle bells."

The bell came from the cash register, and Bai Su looked at it, and instead of picking it up, he walked in the direction of the door.

He just wanted to leave now.

I don't know when the door was closed and not locked, he reached out and held it, but when he tried to open it, he ran into the same situation as in the bathroom.

The door could not be opened, and the lock was not damaged after checking it, so it could only be said that the door seemed to be fixed with the space, and it did not move at all.

The latter feeling appeared in my mind, as if it had been stuffed into it by an external force.

Such a strange appearance made people's pupils open, Bai Su covered his forehead, and looked around, no one else existed.

He looked out through the glass window at the mall, and it was also quiet and no one was there.

"Jingle bells, jingle bells."

The phone rings incessantly, and there is no time to stop at all, and the maximum ringing time has long been exceeded.

But it still didn't attract the target it wanted.

Bai Su studied the door for a while, then he walked over to the nearest table, picked up a chair, and slammed it on the lock.

The legs and body of the chair instantly fell apart, breaking into several pieces and folding on the ground, while the other side of the impact had the door intact.

As the phrase that sticks directly in my mind, the door image and the space are fixed together.

"Jingle bell - you've got a new call!"

The constant ringing of the bell changed tone, and the electronic voice was inserted directly, urging the only living person in the hot pot restaurant to answer the phone over and over again.

Bai Su looked at the broken leg of the chair in his hand, thought of something, took out his mobile phone from his pocket again, turned on the screen, and waited for a minute for the standby screen.

It didn't change, and the time stopped at 12:47.

He had some idea what was going on in this space.

Bai Su threw away the leg of the chair and walked straight in the direction of the silver counter.

There is a telephone inside the cash register, but it does not have the function of electronic voice at all, and it is more credible if it is the sound of the food delivery software on the side.

Bai Su stretched out his hand, fished out the phone receiver, and put it to his ear.

"Hello!" A crisp children's voice came out, "Welcome to the Tangram Arcade!" ”

"Please find the key to the door of the hot pot restaurant!"