Chapter 97
"Can you be a little more brief? What happened next? Just telling me the result will be enough, right?"
Number One calmly chewed the bug in his mouth, looked at the little boy, and frowned a little impatiently.
The whole table was like this, and everyone else seemed impatient, but the little boy refused to leave, which made people wonder if he had any special ideas.
Or maybe he came with bad intentions from the beginning. If he came here just to cause trouble and wanted to get involved when he saw others were unhappy, that would be much more normal.
"Later?"
The little boy smiled and said, "Then I'll just tell you the result. I thought you would prefer a long story."
Number One said, "I don't like it. Long stories are too laborious. I don't have the heart for it. I want to go home early."
When he talked about going home, his heart turned cold, his chewing speed slowed down, and his face became darker. His skin color, which had changed from pale to rosy, gradually turned into white with dark green, like an antique bronze mirror behind the closed glass window of a museum, reflecting the bright lights outside the window and illuminating the faint gleam of a strange bronze statue.
It didn't look normal, nor healthy, but No. 1 blinked, quickly adjusted his mentality, and smiled, "That's fine."
He said somewhat sadly: "Maybe I'm overthinking it."
Number One glanced at the little boy and murmured, "I think you just have bad intentions."
As for whether you are or not, I don't care, I don't want to know, I just hope you leave as soon as possible, don't waste my time here, don't bother me, and make me unable to hug myself to keep warm in my own world. That's not a good thing, normal people don't think they are worth being happy when they are in trouble, right?
He is still very normal.
After thinking so, Number One lowered his head and continued to eat his food. This time he ate neither fast nor slow, as if something was on his mind.
Paradise knocked on the table and said to the little boy, "What's the end of your story?"
The little boy laughed and said, "Oh, from the looks of you two, I thought you had no interest at all. I was thinking whether I should change the ending of the story for you."
Jongin asked, "What if I revise it? What if I don't revise it?"
The little boy said: "If the story is revised, the result will be that the man dies without a burial place, his body is burned in a fire, and his ashes are scattered all over the sky and the ground. No one can find them, no one can retrieve them, and no one can collect them all. He died unjustly.
If it were not modified, the ending of the story would be that the man went crazy because he couldn't draw well, and he didn't want to accept the reality that his wife and daughter came to find him, so he was in a daze all day long. So a group of people around him surrounded him, trying to make him feel better, praising his painting skills, and asking about his future wishes for his painting. Later, he got better and found out that his ex-girlfriend's child was his.
So, this man had both a son and a daughter, but this period of time was so torturous that his wife couldn't accept it, so she jumped into the water and died. The daughter cried for a while, but later she did nothing about it. Instead, it became one of the evidences that the man had both a son and a daughter. Yes, the other son was the child of the man's ex-girlfriend. The man became the father of a pair of children without paying anything.
This is simply a windfall, but he himself does not think so. A group of people are surrounding him, but he does not feel that he owes anything. He has killed his, deceived his ex-girlfriend, questioned whether his ex-girlfriend's child is his, and is ungrateful for his second girlfriend who held an art exhibition with the help of his father-in-law and insisted that his girlfriend do his laundry, cooking and cleaning for him. He beats and scolds his girlfriend...
He thinks everything is as it should be, he thinks he deserves it, and he thinks he has done nothing wrong.
So, the story ends here. He became a winner in life. His illness was cured, his wife died, he could take for granted the news of the death of his second girlfriend, his first girlfriend's child, his daughter in his hometown, and his parents whom he had not seen for a long time. There was also a passerby who praised him, saying that he had a promising future.
To him, this meant that he would definitely become a great painter in the future, that he would definitely go down in history, that he would definitely...
In short, he just like this, easily, happily, welcomed the end of the story.
Is there anything else you want to hear?"
Leyuan said: "I thought the ending you were talking about was something that could be resolved with just one sentence."
The little boy laughed and said, "I thought so at first, but I changed my mind after I said it out loud. After all, it is impossible to describe the situation after the outbreak of all hidden dangers in one sentence in a short time. Solving the problem is not a castle in the air. I can't plant a flower in mid-air."
Jongin asked, "Are you the boy arranged by the hotel?"
The little boy squinted his eyes and asked, "What do you mean by a boy arranged by the hotel?"
Jongin looked at him and said, "I heard that some places will arrange children as part of the activities. For example, let the children perform on the stage on Children's Day. Similarly, teachers are asked to perform for school leaders on Teachers' Day, and workers are asked to work overtime on Labor Day. It sounds funny. But I'm not saying this to make you laugh."
He looked towards the park: "Of course, if you want to laugh, that's fine."
Le Yuan smiled and said, "I am not laughing because you told a joke, but because you are looking at me. Your presence here is the best source of happiness for me. I don't need to look for other things to make myself happy."
Jongin smiled and said, "It's not a bad thing to have some fun occasionally. Besides, there's no place for revelry here. You're not really going out, so I don't mind saying a few more words. I'll pretend to be generous and let you go."
Leyuan raised an eyebrow: "You sound like I'm your pet, don't you think so?"
Jongin said, "I don't think so, but it seems to be a little bit like that. Just treat it as nonsense. How about it?"
He took out a beautifully folded and clean napkin rose from a white cup on the table and handed it to Paradise. There was a small and cute paper crane in the pistil of the flower, which was also of no special color and very refreshing. He smiled and said, "I give it to you. Please forgive me and don't be angry~"
Leyuan tilted her head and looked at the roses, then smiled and said, "Why are you angry? I just said it casually. If I said it wrong, it's wrong. What else can I do?"
Jongin blinked and said, "Of course I'll take back what I said and make up for it. What do you want?"
Rakuen said: "I don't want anything, but I wish all the people I hate could disappear."
Jongin said, "Ah, this is difficult for me. I know what you are thinking. Others may not know, but I know that I can't do it. There are too many people you dislike, and you can't clear them all in a short time."
Le Yuan nodded: "Yes, I know you understand me, so when I say this, I know you don't care, you won't do it, and you won't let me down. If I can't say this, it would be too sad."
He paused and smiled, "It's not impossible, actually. Look, isn't there one next to me?"
The little boy thought that the one here was referring to number one. Number one lowered his head, thinking that the one here was referring to the little boy opposite him. Both of them were nervous and relieved, their faces turned red and white, which looked very interesting, like a magic trick.
Jongin looked away, at the little boy, then back at the park and said, "How do you want to deal with this?"
Leyuan took the rose, shook it, and unwrapped it. It turned into a piece of white paper with edges and corners, some hardness and patterns, and a scent. He wiped his hands, put the small paper crane in his palm, looked at it, and smiled at Jongin, "It's normal to return what you took, right?"
Jongin understood: “I understand.”
The little boy realized something was wrong and tried to run away, but was grabbed. When he was dragged back, he rolled on the floor, and his nails made a squeaking sound in the cracks of the floor. It was obvious that he didn't want to stay here any longer. However, he clearly wanted to stay here before, and now he changed his mind so quickly, so there was no guarantee that he had really taken something.
And without permission.
Jongin asked, "Do you want to hand it over yourself or do you want me to find it?"
The little boy shouted, "I didn't take anything. Why did you do this to me? This is not fair! This is your fault! How dare you abuse a child? If this gets out, nothing good will happen to you!"
Jongin laughed, "Do you think what happened here can get out? Do you think something bad will happen to me? Do you think I'm abusing you? Do you think it's all my fault?"
He smiled and said, "Okay, let's see who has the result."
As soon as Jongin finished speaking, the clothes on the little boy began to move, as if something had woken up and was looking for food. But when it looked at the amusement park, it shivered, then looked at Jongin and shivered again. It tried to crawl away, but was stepped on. The little boy was horrified and shouted in panic, "Help! Help!"
No one paid any attention to him.
A bunch of stuff came out of the little boy's clothes.
A red envelope, that is the item number one, a plate of food, that is the item on the table, a piece of clothing, I don't know who it belongs to, some money and a candy, the candy was given by He Meizi, and the money was given by the middle-aged man.
In this huge pile of things, almost nothing belongs to the little boy.
Jongin watched him gradually calm down and asked, "Do you still think it's someone else's fault? Did I ask you to steal someone else's things?"
The little boy wanted to keep silent, but he felt a strong force pressing on the bones in his back, as if his bones would be broken if he said something wrong, so he quickly shouted, "No, no!"
He cried and said, "Please don't hurt me, I'm really a coward, I don't want to..."
Click.
A bone is broken.
The little boy's body flashed and changed into another appearance.
If the little boy at the beginning, with his black glasses, pale face, plaid shirt, vest, and even black leather shoes, looked like a human being, the little boy now is not like that. His nose has two nostrils glued together, one eye is on the top of his head and the other is next to his ear, and his mouth is split all the way to the base of his ear.
This is just a face, his body has changed as well. His hands and feet were normal before, but now his hands are bent like black chicken claws. His arms are also uncontrollable and bend inward like the curve of an ice hockey stick, also black and emitting a rotten smell. His two legs are bent to the sides, and he looks like a weird matchstick man.
No matter what the stickman looks like, it wouldn't be too scary, but it would be particularly terrifying if a living person looked like a distorted stickman.
Number One took a look and covered his throat, afraid that he would really vomit, but he still couldn't help it and vomited.
For a moment, he felt that nothing he had seen before could compare to what he saw now. It was simply too disgusting.
Not only did he want to vomit, he also wanted to vomit out everything he had eaten before, in case there was anything left in his stomach. The thought of it was even more disgusting than it was now.
Number One's face quickly turned pale.
The little boy now looked like a monster wrapped in a blue and white striped hospital gown. His skin was dark, as if covered with a layer of sticky melting chocolate, and there was an irresistible smell of blood inside. It was as if his skin was covered with wounds, and those wounds were bleeding all the time, but the blood could not flow away and could only change its shape repeatedly inside the body and then ferment.
The smell of fermented food is always more disgusting and unacceptable than that of unfermented food.
Number One was almost exhausted.
Jongin poured him a glass of water and handed it to him. Number One tremblingly stretched out his hand to take it, but the arm he stretched out was skinny and bony, and it had obviously changed along with the little boy. The color of the arm was visibly changing to the same strange and eerie black as the little boy's. A feeling of fire melting before his eyes suddenly rose in Number One's shocked heart.
Number One opened his eyes wide and withdrew his hand in disbelief. He wanted to pick up the cup, but found that he could not even pick up a handkerchief. He was shocked and his body began to tremble even more violently.
It's still too dangerous for him here.
Jongin held him down and gave him some water to drink, and he seemed to get a little better, but soon became even worse, as if the glass of water had no effect.
Number One was a little desperate. He planned to give up on himself, so he looked at Jongin and moved his lips, hoping to tell his last words to the people around him. This way, his death would not be sudden and violent, and he would feel better. After all, he did not die in a hospital bed, nor did he suffer extreme torture. There were people who were worse off and more miserable than him, so he could not be too sad.
Jongin thought for a moment, took out a red candy from his clothes, and threw the candy into the throat of Number One who had opened his mouth. Jongin's accuracy was excellent, and he stuffed the candy into Number One's throat in one go. Number One was stunned for a moment, not knowing whether to spit it out or swallow it. He blinked his eyes and smacked his lips, and the candy slid down his throat as if it were alive.
It felt amazing, like falling down a slide in kindergarten, but it was raining and the slide was full of water. I was literally falling down at a very fast speed, and the thrill I felt was comparable to that of riding a roller coaster.
Number One stroked his hair and felt like he was about to grow a brain.
But he paused, and found that his hands had strength again. He suddenly became happy, and grabbed Jongin and said, "I'm fine! I'm fine! Hahaha! I'm fine!"
Jongin nodded: "It's fine. Just sit there and eat a little more if you can. If you can't, forget it."
Number One nodded, loosened his hand, and glanced sideways at what he had just vomited out. He thought it was dirty here, and must be ugly and disgusting, and a little embarrassed. His face was burning, and a red tint appeared in the whiteness, as red as a house on fire.
However, at this glance, No. 1 saw a ball of green viscous liquid wriggling on the ground. When he was staring at it, it raised its head, revealing two eyeballs the size of black beans. It looked like a living thing, but he couldn't tell what it was. If he had to say what it looked like, it might be a bug.
But even if this thing looks like a bug, it is not scary because it has no hairs that can prick your hands, no segments that change obviously when it moves, no wings, no compound eyes, no egg sheaths that will spread all over the ground when it moves randomly, and no bacteria that are almost visible to the naked eye all over its body...
The surface of this thing is smooth and flat, and the inside is green like a green apple. It is very fresh and clean, and not ugly or disgusting at all. When it wriggles, it does not move in sections, but in little bits, like solidified water flowing forward, with layers of ripples, which is completely different from normal insects.
Number One couldn't help but scratch his head again.
The vomit on the ground disappeared, and the green liquid also moved away. The ground was clean, as if a cleaner had just cleaned it.
The corners of Number One's lips, which were originally slightly raised, froze in an instant. He suddenly realized what he had just seen. It was probably the hotel's cleaner. Even if not, it was at least a part of the cleaner, a part of the hotel, a part of the cleaning fluid, a part of an employee who was specifically responsible for cleaning the hotel. How disgusting.
Number One's face gradually turned green, as green as the wriggling liquid he had just seen.
He poured himself a glass of water, but found it was useless, so he poured himself a cup of tea worm water, drank it, and felt much better, refreshed. He looked around and felt that everything was normal, too normal, extremely normal. Everything was fine, there was no problem with me, and there was no problem with everyone. Hahaha, hahaha, this is the world as it should exist!
Number One's mind was in a subtle state of excitement, but it didn't affect anything. Jongin glanced at him and didn't meddle in his business.
Number One was hallucinating and began to daydream. He uttered some incoherent mumbling and his expression changed from crying to laughing. He looked like he was crazy, but this behavior did not cause any commotion on the second floor of the hotel. Other diners seemed to be accustomed to it, or did not care. They did not think it was strange and did not even glance at it.
There is an inexplicable atmosphere of peace and stability here, as peaceful and tranquil as an aristocratic garden with bright sunshine and blooming flowers in the afternoon.
Although there was no scent of flowers here at first, but when No. 1 thought of flowers, he saw flowers, flowers all over the sky, growing from the ceiling and hanging down little by little, green vines with soft thorns, pink flowers, which would open by themselves when gently tapped to reveal the shy stamens inside, emitting a fragrance that was particularly alluring, like a perfumed datura.
It also looks like a foxtail lily with a scent of aphrodisiac.
Number One felt dazedly that the entire second floor was filled with a mind-boggling aroma, and he became even more infatuated.
A gentle smile with closed eyes appeared on his face. He was almost immersed in it. He couldn't help thinking, it might be okay to live here for the rest of my life. What's wrong with this place? Nothing. Absolutely nothing! It's great. I like it here. I want to live here. I need to live here. I can't leave them.
My lovers. My children. My car, house and yard.
Number One fell into a deeper dream and became happier. His whole body exuded a strong, stimulating fragrance from the inside out. Jongin was sitting next to him. His first reaction was to think that the fragrance was emitted by Number One when he was dreaming. Upon closer inspection, he found that it was not the fragrance of flowers, but a swarm of tiny insects with the effect of stimulants and the inexperienced ability to create hallucinations.
These bugs all grew on Number One's scalp, breaking out, rotting, giving birth, and laying eggs again. Their scalp was full of bugs, and these bugs put Number One into a wonderful dream from which he could hardly extricate himself. Jongin frowned and slapped Number One on the shoulder. Number One shuddered violently, opened his confused eyes, and looked at Jongin with misty eyes.
He murmured, "What happened? What happened to me? I remember I had a beautiful dream. I wanted to sleep in it forever, but I woke up suddenly. How could this happen?"
Number One couldn't help crying: "I'm so sad, how could this happen? I'm obviously not like this, I have nothing to be sad about, no, the dream is gone, I will never have such a good dream again, I'm so sad, wuwuwu——"
Jongin slapped him again, and Number One stared at him and asked, "What was that red candy you just ate? Can you give me another one?"
Jongin thought about it and gave him the second one helplessly: "You should use it sparingly. You won't be able to get out in your current condition."
Number One took the candy, stuffed it into his mouth, and nodded vigorously to show that he heard it, but looking at his expression, he was still savoring the beauty of the dream just now. Jongin didn't disturb him. He thought that after a while, he would wake up on his own. There was nothing to worry about unless new problems arose.
Then you can't blame others.
Number One is in such a difficult situation that he can't even protect himself and is bound to die. Instead of protecting someone who is bound to die, Jongin might as well focus on the amusement park.
Paradise doesn't need to be that troublesome.
Very good, worthy of myself.
The little boy got up from the ground, wanting to run away, but also wanting to feel disgusted with the person who made him unhappy, and cursed: "You have no shame, how dare you do this to me! No one has ever treated me like this before, I want you to pay the price, you all go to hell!"
As he spoke, he threw out something round and quickly crawled towards the door.
The surface of that thing was uneven and its color was flesh-pink with a hint of purple. The base color inside was an indelible black. As it rolled, it was also wriggling inside, as if it either contained a lot of bugs or an unborn fetus. Countless blurry and distorted human faces protruded from it, as if they wanted to crawl out, but they couldn't get out without touching someone.
Some green juice made gurgling sounds inside the meatball, as if it had other uses.
In the blink of an eye, the ball of flesh grew seven or eight hands and seven or eight legs, but they were all very deformed, some looked like watermelon seeds, some looked like black chicken feet, some looked like fried quail, some looked like live beads, and some looked like a goose neck pot. In any case, it could not look like a human being no matter how you looked at it.
Maybe they think that humans are the lowest and lowest creatures, or maybe they think that humans are part of the ugliest and most disgusting world.
If possible, they don't want to become humans, and don't want to come into contact with things related to humans. Even human facial features and limbs are parts that are worthy of despise and disgust.
So, this thing grows like this.
Number One leaned back, which was the only thing he could do now because he knew he couldn't outrun the ball.
Moreover, he had no intention of standing up and running away. His legs and arms were weak and he could not do anything. It was good enough for him to sit here. If he was asked to run, it would be too difficult. It would be better for him to stay here and wait to die. It would be nice to die quickly, or to survive. Then he would not have to worry. Anyway, he would not die for a while. He just needed to be quiet.
He thought that as long as it didn't cause any trouble, there would be no problem at all.
So even his demeanor was calm and composed.
Jongin knocked on the table, and the meatball opposite him seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier. With a bang, it exploded, and green juice was everywhere. White insects and a bunch of hatching insect eggs were wriggling in the juice, emitting a disgusting and stench of sewers that was unbearable just to look at. The insects and green liquid would even gradually turn into yellow-green pus.
It was even more disgusting, like a scalpel opening a malignant tumor, and the opened wound flew out an unavoidable stream of thick, sticky, and smelly liquid that was highly contagious.
The green liquid in the hotel crawled out from under the floor, wiped the surroundings clean bit by bit, squirmed, made a gurgling sound, crawled in front of Le Yuan, and wanted to get on Le Yuan's knees, but Le Yuan moved to the side. The green liquid was stunned for a moment, and then moved towards Jongin. It looked very difficult and slow, but Jongin didn't appreciate it, and the green liquid made even louder gurgling sounds.
It seems angry.
I don’t know what he cursed at me, it doesn’t matter, I couldn’t hear it anyway.
The waiter rushed here from another floor and saw the mess on the floor. He smiled apologetically to the guests at the park and said, "I'm sorry. The hotel is preparing for a comprehensive hygiene and cleaning activity recently. I didn't expect so many dirty and smelly fish to slip through the net. It's all our fault. Guests can go to the third floor to enjoy the hot springs. Are you satisfied with this handling?"
Number One frowned and glanced at his dirty clothes, then nodded and looked at Jongin. Jongin looked at the amusement park, which did not show any refusal, so Jongin replied to the waiter, "Sure."
The waiter smiled and said, "Okay."
He looked at the table and asked, "Is there anything the customer is not satisfied with the food?"
Lok Won and Jongin both looked towards Number One.
Number One blinked and said nervously, "Everything is fine, except that I feel a little confused after drinking tea. Is it normal to feel dizzy after drinking tea here?"
The waiter smiled and said, "Tea does contain some stimulating ingredients, but the original intention of the hotel is to use tea to bring guests an incomparable happy dream that can be enjoyed anytime and anywhere. Other guests have drunk tea, but none of them reacted as strongly as you do. Perhaps it depends on the individual."
Number One nodded: "If I want another serving of fried cockroaches, do you have any more?"
The waiter nodded: "Okay, I'll go inform the kitchen right away."
He asked, “Any other requests?”
Number One said, "I want some greens. I want them to be crunchy and green. They should be so refreshing that the juice inside bursts out when you take a bite. They should make a crunching sound when you eat them. I want a big piece, at least bigger than my palm, not as small as my finger. Do you understand what I mean?"
The waiter nodded: "Okay."
He went downstairs to prepare, and this time he was very quick, appearing at the door in the blink of an eye, dragging a plate to the table. On the plate were fried cockroach breadcrumb meatballs that were golden on the outside and black on the inside. Next to them were decorative green leaves, which were lush and green, and squirmed from time to time, looking very fresh and lively.
Number One finished his meal in two bites, finished it with a cup of tea, stood up, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and said to the waiter with a smile, "I'm done."
The waiter nodded: "Then I'll get ready to handle it."
Rakuen and Jongin also stood up: "Let's go to the hot spring area now."
The waiter nodded and led the way to the elevator. When it opened, it was magnificent and golden, with a blindingly bright white light emanating from inside. It was covered with gems and pearls from top to bottom, making it look magnificent, but it was not the rotten gold color that would have seemed uncouth. Instead, it looked elegant and beautiful. There were blue fish swimming around at the bottom and pink octopuses waving their tentacles above.
The suction cup of the tentacle was tightly attached to the glass-like partition above. It looked exciting and clear, and a feeling of suddenly being at the bottom of the sea came over me like a tide.
There was a ding sound, like the reminder sound when the microwave door needs to be opened when the time comes.
The elevator door slowly opened.
Everyone in the elevator heard a sound like a tide pouring out. The waiter walked out first and smiled at them: "Dear guests, please follow me, this way."
Number One was walking on the street and couldn't help but look at the dim figure of the waiter in front of him and ask, "What was that sound just now? What happened? What's going on?"
After he asked the question, he paused for a moment, revealing an expression of dismay, because he realized that he had asked the same question more than once.
This has happened more than once.
This is terrible, and it makes him seem boring, weak, and inexplicably stupid.
Number One tried to keep quiet, but was curious. After a mental struggle, he took a step forward and approached the waiter and asked, "Why aren't you talking? So what's going on?"
The waiter's head suddenly turned from the front to the back, but his body was still walking forward, his clothes were still on his body, and the direction of his shoes had not changed. The reason why he noticed this was because No. 1 glanced at it subconsciously and remembered that when he was at home, someone told him a ghost story that said if there is a ghost around you, just look at your shoes and you will know. The shoes are in the opposite direction.
Number One tried to make the best of a bad situation and thought to himself that there must be no ghosts here, because the people were right in front of him, plainly visible, there was no need to hide, no need to worry, and no sudden attack would occur, haha.
He no longer even gets startled when a waiter turns his head 180 degrees and looks directly at him. That's huge progress.
Seeing that No. 1 was not frightened, the waiter smiled gently and continued to explain to No. 1: "I turned around because it was not polite and proper to turn my back to the guests. However, I had to look at the road when walking in the hotel, and it was not convenient to stop halfway because it would cause traffic jams. So, I kept moving forward.
It’s not meant to scare guests.”
Number One nodded perfunctorily, not thinking there was a problem.
The waiter's smile deepened a little: "Just now, other guests took the elevator with us. When they left, there was a sound of the tide. When they were in the same room with other beings, they made others feel the warmth and moisture of a hot spring. Didn't the guests feel it just now? That warm and moist feeling like a hot spring is their characteristic.
Because they knew the hotel had hot springs, they came here to soak and rest. ”
Number One asked curiously, "I felt it, but is that how they appeared?"
The waiter said: "Not necessarily. Sometimes they hide themselves, so it's not so obvious."
Number One nodded. "Ah, that means it's still possible to feel it. I see."
He paused and continued, "Will they have a share of the hot springs here?"
The waiter smiled and said, "Their presence is a benefit to every hot spring. Other guests know about it and are happy to see it happen. If a few guests do not want to come into contact with them again, I can arrange a closed hot spring room for them separately. This way, you will not bump into each other on the road."
Number One thought for a moment and said, "Forget it. They are pretty nice. They didn't hit me or scold me. It's nothing to take a hot spring bath together. I can't see them anyway."
The waiter smiled and said, "The guests may have misunderstood. If they were in the hot spring, they would not look the same as they did in the elevator."
Number One asked curiously, "What will happen to them?"
The waiter said: "The guests will know it when they see it. It is hard to describe it in words."
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