Chapter 47
The young man frowned and asked, "Is the witness who came back with us still in the police station?"
"exist."
"Send him out. He is no longer needed here. What happens next is dangerous. He does not need to participate. It is our responsibility to protect the safety of the residents."
The young man said to the police.
The police nodded, left the meeting room and turned to look for Jongin.
Jongin was in a daze when he heard the door open. He suddenly woke up from a dream and looked towards the door.
The policeman outside the door was stunned for a moment when he felt its gaze coming over, then he took out his baton and was about to hit himself on the head. The people around him were startled and froze in place, staring at this place with misty eyes, with strange smiles on their faces at the same time, as if they were all waiting for something to happen.
Jongin blinked his eyes, and everyone came back to their senses and quickly grabbed the policeman at the door. The policeman was stunned, put his baton back to its original place, scratched the back of his head, adjusted his hat, frowned in confusion and asked: "What happened just now? Why did you all come over to grab me?"
Everyone looked at each other, and no one remembered. They let go of their hands, slowly stepped back, and said with a smile: "Maybe we remembered it wrong."
The policeman asked in confusion: "What did you remember wrong?"
“Maybe I saw it wrong!”
"What did you see wrong?"
"Stop asking!"
"Well, you look weird."
The policeman frowned in confusion and felt a headache. Everyone was watching and his expression suddenly changed. A suspect who had just entered the police station in the distance opened his eyes wide, pointed at the policeman's face, and shouted: "There are eyes on your face! So many eyes!"
The suspect was standing next to a drunkard, who said angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about? Aren't people supposed to have two eyes on their faces? Is it worth being so nervous about such an ordinary thing as having eyes on your face?
What are you surprised about? You are so scared. Are you trying to play a prank on me? Do you think we are all elementary school students who are afraid when we see other people's scared expressions? Hahaha! You have met too few people and are too ignorant. We are not like that."
Before he finished speaking, the drunkard looked in the direction of the suspect's finger and his eyes fell on the policeman's face. He suddenly saw that the policeman's face had been twisted into a whirlpool shape. He was stunned and rubbed his eyes, thinking that he had drunk too much and saw it wrongly after getting drunk. He looked again and found that the policeman's face was shining with colorful light, and behind the light were black and white eyes.
The drunkard was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "I won! I won the bet! I said a long time ago that there are aliens and ghosts in this world. They didn't believe me, they didn't believe me. But facts have proved that I won, I am right, they are all wrong, they should die, I won't die, I will live forever! Immortality!"
He looked crazy.
Seeing this, Zhong Ren couldn't help but glance at the wheelchair beside him. Wang Jue was still sitting in the wheelchair. Feeling Zhong Ren's gaze, he was speechless. He pulled the corner of his mouth and asked with a half-smile: "You don't think I did this on purpose, do you? You can't blame me for everything."
The drunk was still waving his arms, like a giant moth, spinning around on the smooth floor in the bright lobby of the police station under the pale light of the ceiling. Suddenly, with a bang, his foot slipped and he fell. His eyes closed and he lay on the ground with the back of his head on the ground. The bottle of wine in his hand fell to the ground and shattered, and there was another bang.
The ground was filled with the scent of liquor from the green wine bottle.
The drunkard groaned and tried to catch his breath, but he couldn't hold on and gradually passed out. On his face hung a smile that was distorted by pain, his muscles twitched, but he still refused to give up his ideas and muttered, "The world exists..."
He eventually lost consciousness and stopped talking.
The suspect next to him trembled, squatted on the ground, hugged himself, and shouted: "I'm leaving now! Don't kill me!"
He shouted as if he was a pig at a slaughterhouse, and he rolled and crawled among the wine and broken bottle glass on the floor and rushed to the door of the police station. He was held down by the police who reacted quickly. He did not run away, but struggled desperately like a fish on the beach trying to get back into the sea.
With a bang, he exploded like a deep-sea fish pulled out of a high-pressure area, and the ground was covered with a thick paste mixed with his blood and meat sauce.
The police station was filled with this mixture of warm and weird things.
Scales began to grow out of the corpse, and underneath were fish meat and fish bones. The growth was abnormal and uneven. Some light blue liquid oozed out from under the scales. The liquid was either viscous, clear, or nearly transparent, like water, emitting a strong fishy smell. Everyone was shocked, and the scales suddenly exploded, bulging outward and flipping up.
The flesh near the scales began to shrink and rise in a rhythm like breathing, and more things gradually flowed out of the widening cracks, pink starfish with their butts raised, red moving octopus tentacles, strange fish with protruding teeth, transparent blue jellyfish, orange and white ugly fish...
Jongin knocked on the table and cleaned up everything, blurring everyone's memory of that period of time, and things got back on track.
The policeman touched his face and murmured in confusion, "Strange, I remember that there were a lot of things growing on my face before, and I don't know what I saw my face on, a lot of black and white eyes blinking violently."
He didn't touch his eyes, and with a lingering fear in his heart, he breathed a sigh of relief.
The police officers standing around him remained in their original positions, looking at each other as if nothing had happened, not knowing what had happened. They touched their hats and asked, "Do you remember what happened just now?"
"The drunk accidentally spilled his drink, stepped on it and fell to the floor, seemingly unconscious. The suspect next to the drunk was frightened and has died."
After checking the condition of the two people lying on the ground, the temporary doctor replied.
Everyone nodded, thinking that this was a pity, but there was nothing that could be done about it, and quickly accepted this explanation.
The policeman remembered what he was here for and opened his mouth to speak to Jongin, but Jongin stood up and said to him in advance, "I don't plan to go home for the time being, so you don't have to send me off."
The police hesitated for a moment and nodded: "Okay."
Zhong Ren pushed the wheelchair out of the police station. Wang Jue asked, "What did you see just now?"
Jongin answered thoughtfully, "I'm not sure, so I plan to go to the specific place and take a look. Maybe I can restore the whole dream."
Wang Jue asked: "Are you sure that was a dream?"
Jongin answered, "It's just to make it easier to understand. I say it's a dream, but actually, what I experienced during that period of time was closer to a certain development in the future that is most likely to be realized. I was very interested, so I wanted to see it as a substitute for the amusement park. As long as you can have fun, it's the same everywhere, right? Maybe going to the amusement park is not as fun as that place."
Wang Jue said: "I don't mean to stop you."
Jongin smiled and said, "I know you are interested and want to go, but places like that have a subtle effect on you."
Wang Jue replied: "Yes, that kind of place has some characteristics similar to mine."
despair.
Jongin said, "Let's go now."
Because the corpse once wanted to learn cooking, he could go to the nearest big hotel or school cafeteria, or Hope School.
The school cafeteria and Hope School are both part of the school, so Jongin went to the school.
When we arrived at the school gate, it suddenly got dark.
This is already another world.
Jongin paused and realized that the time here was different from before.
It loosened the hand that had been holding the wheelchair. After a moment of confusion, the wheelchair and Wang Jue disappeared.
There was a sign at the door:
Welcome to visit our school cafeteria. Please be sure to abide by the rules.
The cafeteria does not keep pets. If you hear screaming or wailing, don't worry. It's just the cafeteria processing the food. Just ignore it.
The duck neck is a fixed menu item in the cafeteria. The duck neck is black, with two sunken black cavities separated in the middle, and has two to four sharp teeth. The overall shape resembles a skull skeleton.
There are no rats in the cafeteria. If you see a rat, please inform the cafeteria auntie immediately and leave the place immediately.
It is forbidden to bring any electronic products into the cafeteria, take photos, record audio or video, or upload any information to the public network area. If you violate this... Otherwise...
The back is blurred.
Jongin could vaguely make out some traces of words behind the black ink, which seemed to say: No leaving, full pursuit, unable to leave.
So, the complete sentence is: If you violate this rule, you are not allowed to leave. Otherwise, you will be hunted down and will not be able to leave.
A car drove up behind me, the door opened, and three people got out.
Two men and one woman, one man in blue and white, one man in yellow and white, and one woman in a red and white dress, got off the car and walked to the door. They looked at the rules, walked over to Jongin and asked, "Are you going to visit the school cafeteria too?"
Jongin nodded.
The woman clapped her hands and laughed, "That's great, let's go in together!"
Jongin agreed.
The four entered the school cafeteria.
The last rule on the rule card behind me began to blur.
A shrill scream came from the cafeteria's kitchen, and the woman in the red and white dress shuddered.