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 wife, 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 belonged 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?"
小男孩本來想不說話，但是，感受到一股強大的力量壓制在後背的骨頭，好像說錯了一句話都會被打斷骨頭，連忙喊道：“不是不是！”
他哭着說：“求求你，不要傷害我，我真的很膽小，我不要……”
咔嚓。
一根骨頭斷掉了。
小男孩的身體閃爍了一下，變成了另外的模樣。
如果說，一開始的小男孩，帶着黑色的眼鏡，臉色慘白，穿着格子衫，小馬甲，甚至有黑色小皮鞋的感覺，看起來還像一個人，現在的小男孩就不是那樣了，他的鼻子是兩個鼻孔黏在一起的，他的眼睛是一只在頭頂上，一只在耳朵旁邊的，他的嘴巴裂開，一直到耳根。
這還只是一張臉，他的身體也發生了變化，之前他的手腳都是正常的，現在他的手彎曲起來，像是黑漆漆的雞爪子，他的手臂也無法控制，往內彎曲，就像是打冰球的棍子的弧度，也是黑漆漆的，散發着一股腐爛的臭味，兩條腿分別往兩邊彎曲，看起來像一個古怪的火柴人。
火柴人變成什麽樣子都不會太恐怖，但一個大活人看起來像扭曲身體的火柴人就格外驚悚起來。
一號看了一眼，捂住了自己的喉嚨，怕自己真的吐出來，但還是沒忍住，吐了。
他一時間感覺，之前看見的什麽東西都比不過現在看見的，簡直太惡心了。
他不僅想吐，他還想把之前吃的東西都吐出來，免得胃裏還有什麽，想起來比現在還惡心一點。
一號的臉色迅速就慘白了。
小男孩現在已經像一個裹着藍白色條紋病號服的怪物，皮膚是黝黑色的，像塗了一層黏黏糊糊的即将融化的巧克力，內裏泛着一股無法無視的血腥味，好像他的皮膚底下全是傷口，那些傷口正在無時無刻往外流血，血液卻沒法流走，只能在體內反複變化形态，然後發酵。
發酵出來的氣味總是比沒有發酵的那種更叫人惡心且無法接受。
一號整個人都快要虛脫了。
鐘仁倒了一杯水，遞給他，一號顫顫巍巍伸出手來想要接，但是伸出來的那條手臂瘦骨嶙峋的，明顯也跟着小男孩發生了變化，手臂的顏色正在肉眼可見地逐漸變化為小男孩身上的那種古怪且詭異的黑色，一種火焰正在眼前融化的感覺陡然從一號震驚的心髒之中升起。
一號瞪大了眼睛，不可思議地收回了自己的手，想要拿起杯子，卻發現自己現在連一塊帕子都沒法拿起來，大為震驚，身體開始了更加劇烈的顫抖。
這裏對他還是太危險了。
鐘仁按住他，将水給他喝了，他看起來好了一點，但是迅速，又變成了更嚴重的模樣，好像那杯水沒有任何作用。
一號都有點絕望了，他打算放棄自己，于是看向鐘仁，蠕動了一下嘴唇，希望對身邊的人說出自己的遺言，這樣死了也不算是突兀暴斃，心裏會好過一點，總歸他不是死在病床上，也不是受盡折磨，還有人比他更糟糕更慘，他可以不太難過。
鐘仁想了想，從衣服裏掏出來一顆紅色的糖果，将糖果丢進了張開嘴的一號的喉嚨裏，鐘仁的精準度非常妙，一下子就将糖果塞進了一號的嗓子眼，一號愣了一下，那是吐也不是，咽下去也不是，眨巴眨巴眼睛，砸吧砸吧嘴，那顆糖果就活着似的順着他的嗓子滑了下去。
感覺很奇妙，就像是坐在幼兒園的滑滑梯往下落，但是天上在下雨，滑滑梯全都是水，簡直是在往下墜落，速度非常快，感受到的快速堪比坐過山車的那種刺激。
一號撓了撓頭發，感覺自己要長腦子了。
但是，他頓了頓，發現自己的手又有力氣了，一下子高興起來，拉住鐘仁說：“我好了！我好了！哈哈哈！我好了！”
鐘仁點了點頭：“好了就行，你坐在那邊，能吃就再吃一點，不能吃就算了。”
一號點了點頭，松開手，斜着眼睛瞥了一下自己剛才吐出來的東西，以為這裏髒兮兮的，肯定又醜又惡心，還有點害臊，臉上燒得慌，就白中透出一股紅，紅得像着了火的房子。
但是，這一眼，一號看見一團綠油油的粘稠液體在地上蠕動着，被他注視還擡起頭來，露出了兩顆黑豆大小的眼珠子，看起來這是個活的東西，但是看不出來是什麽，要說像什麽，可能像蟲子。
但這東西就算是像蟲子也不可怕，因為沒有紮手的絨毛，沒有蠕動狀态明顯變化的環節，沒有翅膀，沒有複眼，沒有随便蠕動一下就滿地都是的卵鞘，沒有渾身上下幾乎肉眼可見的細菌……
這東西表面光滑而平整，內裏是青蘋果似的綠色，很小清新，一點醜陋惡心的感覺都算不上，蠕動起來的時候也不是一節一節的，而是一點點，像凝固的水正在往前流動，那種一層層波瀾漣漪的感覺，和正常情況的蟲一點都不像同類。
一號不由自主再次撓了撓頭皮。
地面的嘔吐物沒有了，綠色的液體也蠕動着離開了，地面幹幹淨淨，就像是剛剛有清潔人員來打掃過。
一號本來微微勾起的唇角一下子凝固住了，他突然意識到自己剛才看見了什麽，那大概是酒店的清潔工，就算不是，也至少是清潔工的一部分，是酒店的一份子，是清潔液的一部分，是專門負責酒店清理工作的一種員工的部分，好惡心。
一號的臉色就漸漸綠了，綠得好像剛才看見的蠕動的液體。
他給自己倒了一杯水，發覺沒有用處，就倒了一杯茶蟲水，喝了，感覺好多了，神清氣爽起來，再往周圍看，都覺得，很正常，太正常了，非常正常，一切都沒有問題，我也沒有問題，大家也沒有問題，哈哈哈，哈哈哈，這個世界才是應該存在的！
一號的精神陷入了微妙的亢奮狀态，但還不算影響什麽，鐘仁看了他一眼，沒有多管閑事。
一號自顧自出現了幻覺，并且開始白日夢，嘴裏發出一些含糊不清的呓語，臉上的表情一時間哭一時間笑，看起來像是瘋了一樣，但是這種表現卻沒能在酒店二樓掀起一點波瀾，其他食客好像對此習以為常，或者不以為意，并不覺得奇怪，完全都不會多看一眼。
這裏莫名彌漫着一股平靜安穩的氣氛，祥和寧靜得像午後貴族的陽光燦爛繁花盛開的花園。
雖然一開始這裏沒有花香，但是當一號腦中想到了花，就看見了花，漫天的花，從天花板長出來，一點點垂下來，綠色的帶着柔軟的刺的藤蔓，粉嫩的鮮花，輕輕拍打就會自己打開露出羞澀內裏的花蕊，散着一股清香，這香氣格外誘人，像是灑了香水的曼陀羅。
又像是灑了迷情香的狐尾百合。
一號迷迷糊糊感覺整個二樓都彌漫在讓人神志不清的香氣之中，自己更加神魂颠倒了。
他的臉上就露出了溫和的閉着眼睛的笑容，他已經快要沉侵其中了，不由自主想，要是在這裏過一輩子也未必不可以，這裏有什麽不好呢？沒有。完全沒有！太好了，我喜歡這裏，我想在這裏住下去，我需要在這裏住下去，我不能離開它們。
我的情人們。我的孩子們。我的車子房子和院子。
一號陷入了更加深層的夢境之中，也更加快樂了，整個人由內而外散發着一股濃郁的刺激的香氣，鐘仁坐在他身邊，第一反應以為那些香氣是一號做夢的時候溢出來的，仔細觀察，居然不是花香，而是帶着興奮劑作用和沒熟見手青制造幻覺本領的一種密密麻麻的小蟲子。
這些蟲子都生長在一號的頭皮上，在他的頭皮破殼、□□、生産、再次□□産卵，到處都是，這些蟲子讓一號陷入了幾乎無法自拔的美妙夢境之中，鐘仁皺了皺眉，一巴掌拍在一號的肩膀上，一號猛地打了個哆嗦，睜開迷茫的眼睛，水汽朦胧地望向了鐘仁。
他喃喃問：“發生了什麽？我怎麽了？我記得我做了一個好漂亮的夢，我都想在裏面睡一輩子了，可是，突然就醒了，怎麽會這樣呢？”
一號不由自主哭了起來：“我好難過，怎麽會？我明明不是這樣的，我沒有什麽可難過的，不，夢境沒有了，我再也沒有那麽好的夢境了，我好難過，嗚嗚嗚——”
鐘仁再次拍了他一巴掌，一號瞪着眼睛問：“剛才吃的紅色糖果是什麽東西？能不能再給我一個？”
鐘仁想了想，有點無可奈何地給了他第二個：“你省着點用。照你現在這種情況，是走不出去的。”
一號接過糖果，塞進自己嘴裏，一個勁點頭，表示聽見了，但是，看他的表情，他還在回味剛才的夢境的美妙，鐘仁也不打擾他，過一段時間，他會自己清醒過來的，沒有什麽好擔心的，除非出現新的問題。
那就怪不得別人了。
一號這種舉步維艱的情況，自己都保護不了自己，是肯定會死的，與其保護一個肯定會死的人，鐘仁還不如把重心都放在樂園這邊。
樂園不需要那麽麻煩。
挺好的，不愧是自己。
小男孩從地上爬起來，想要逃跑，又想要惡心一下讓自己不高興的人，罵道：“你們不要臉，你們居然敢這麽對我！從前還沒有人這麽對我，我要你們付出代價，你們都給我去死吧你們！”
他說着，丢出了一個圓滾滾的東西就迅速往門口爬了過去。
那個東西表面是凹凸不平的，顏色是肉粉色泛着一點青紫，內裏的底色是無法消融的黑色，滾動的時候，裏面還在蠕動，仿佛不是藏了許多的蟲子就是藏着一個還沒有出生的胎兒，數不清的模糊扭曲的人臉從裏面往外凸出，似乎想爬出來，但是沒有碰到人就沒法出來。
一些綠色的汁液在肉球裏面發出叽叽咕咕的聲音，好像有其他用處。
眨眼的時間，肉球長出了七八條手七八條腿，只是都很畸形，不是像西瓜籽就是像黑漆漆的雞爪子或者像油炸鹌鹑，再不然像活珠子，像鵝頸藤壺，反正橫豎是沒法看起來像一個人。
或許是他們以為人是最低賤下等的東西，或許他們以為人就是最醜陋惡心的世界的一部分。
如果有可能，他們都不想變成人，都不想接觸跟人有關系的東西，就算是人的五官和肢體也都是值得唾棄和厭惡排斥的一部分。
所以，這東西長成這種樣子。
一號往後仰了一下，這是他現在唯一能做的事情，因為他知道自己是跑不過一顆球的。
而且他也不打算站起來跑掉，他的兩條腿和兩只手都在發軟，什麽也做不了，能坐在這裏已經很不錯了，要是再要求他跑起來，未免過于為難了，不如就在這裏，要麽等死，死得痛快一點也不錯，要麽就活下來，那就更不需要擔心了，反正一時半會是不會死的，安靜就好。
他想，只要不添麻煩，完全沒有問題。
于是他連神态都是鎮定自若的。
鐘仁敲了敲桌子，對面的肉球就像是被一層無形的屏障擋住了，砰的一聲，炸開了，到處都是綠色的汁液，汁液裏面蠕動着白色的蟲子和一堆正在孵化的蟲卵，散發着一股下水道的惡心惡臭味，只是看起來就叫人難以忍受，那些蟲子和綠色液體甚至還會漸漸變成黃綠色膿液。
更惡心了，像是手術刀打開一個惡性腫瘤，裂開的刀口飛出了一股無法躲避的濃郁粘稠臭味液體，帶有極強的傳染性。
酒店的綠色液體從地板底下爬出來，一點點将周圍都擦幹淨了，蠕動着，發出叽叽咕咕的聲音，爬到了樂園面前，還想往樂園的膝蓋上去，樂園往旁邊挪開了，綠色液體愣了一下，轉而挪向鐘仁，看起來非常艱難和緩慢，但是鐘仁也不領情，綠色液體發出更大聲的叽叽咕咕。
它好像生氣了。
不知道罵了什麽，無所謂，反正聽不出來。
服務員從其他樓層趕到這裏看見滿地的狼藉，對樂園一桌子客人露出歉意的微笑：“不好意思，最近酒店在準備全面衛生清潔活動，沒想到會有這麽多肮髒惡臭的漏網之魚冒出來，都是我們的錯，客人可以去三樓享受溫泉浸泡，請問您對這樣的處理滿意嗎？”
一號皺着眉看了一眼自己髒兮兮的衣服，點了點頭，看向鐘仁，鐘仁看了樂園，樂園沒有拒絕的态度，鐘仁對服務員回答：“可以。”
服務員露出微笑：“好的。”
他看向桌上問：“客人對食物有什麽不滿意嗎？”
樂園和鐘仁都看向一號。
一號眨了眨眼睛，有點緊張說：“都挺好的，就是喝了茶有點神志不清，請問你們這裏喝茶就會飄飄然是正常情況嗎？”
服務員微笑：“茶內确實含有一些刺激精神的成分，但是酒店的初衷是想用茶水給客人帶來美妙無比的無論何時何地都可以享受的歡樂夢境，其他客人都有喝過茶水，沒有您的反應大，或許是因人而異的情況吧。”
一號點了點頭：“那我要是再來一份油炸蟑螂，你們還有嗎？”
服務員點了點頭：“好的，我這就去通知廚房。”
他問：“還有其他要求嗎？”
一號說：“要加青菜，要脆脆的，綠綠的，一口下去，清爽得裏面往外爆汁的那種菜葉子，吃起來會發出咔嚓咔嚓的聲音，要一大片的，至少要比我的手掌更大，不能像手指頭那麽小，你明白我的意思嗎？”
服務員點了點頭：“好的。”
他就下去準備了，這次很快，幾乎是眨眼就出現在門口，拖着一個盤子走到了桌旁邊，盤子上是表面金黃色內裏黑黢黢的油炸蟑螂面包糠肉丸子，旁邊是裝飾似的綠葉子，青翠欲滴，時不時蠕動一下，看起來非常新鮮活潑。
一號兩口就吃完了，喝一杯茶水作為結尾，站起身來，用餐巾紙擦了擦嘴巴，笑眯眯對服務員說：“我好了。”
服務員點頭：“那我就準備處理。”
樂園和鐘仁也站起身來：“現在去溫泉區域吧。”
服務員點了點頭，給他們引路，來到了電梯旁邊，打開的電梯金碧輝煌，裏面散發着明亮到刺眼的白色光芒，上上下下滿是寶石珍珠顯得富麗堂皇，但并不是土豪氣的爛金色，看起來高雅而美麗，底部有藍色的小魚游來游去，上方有粉紅色的小章魚揮舞着觸手。
觸手的吸盤緊緊貼在上方玻璃似的隔層，看起來刺激而清晰，一種突然置身于海底的感覺就潮水般襲來。
叮的一聲，就像是微波爐到時間需要打開門的那種提示音響了起來。
電梯門緩緩打開了。
電梯裏的人都聽見了一種潮水往外傾瀉的聲音，服務員率先走了出去，對他們微笑：“請各位客人跟我來，走這邊。”
一號走在路上，沒忍住，望着服務員在前方模糊昏暗的背影問：“剛才是什麽聲音？發生了什麽？怎麽回事啊？”
他問完之後自己都頓了一下，露出了不忍直視的目光和表情，因為他意識到，自己不止一次地問出了這種相同的問題了。
已經不止一次了。
這太可怕了，也太顯得他無聊又弱小還莫名有點蠢。
一號試圖閉嘴，但又好奇，在心裏和自己博弈之後，還是往前走了一步，湊到服務員旁邊問：“你怎麽不說話？所以究竟是怎麽回事？”
服務員的頭一下子從前面扭轉到背後，身體還是在往前走，衣服也正常地穿在身上，鞋子的方向沒有發生變化，之所以注意到這裏，是因為一號下意識瞥了一眼，想起來從前在家裏的時候，有人給他講過一個鬼故事，說如果身邊有鬼，看一下鞋子就知道，鞋子反方向就是。
一號苦中作樂心想，這裏肯定是沒有鬼的，因為人就在眼前，明明白白，不需要躲避，不需要擔心，也不會突然襲擊，哈哈。
他現在甚至不會因為服務員的頭扭轉了一百八十度直直看向自己而感受到驚吓了，真是進步巨大。
服務員看一號沒有受到驚吓的模樣，露出溫和的微笑，就保持着這種狀态對一號解釋：“考慮到背對着客人不太禮貌也似乎不怎麽符合規矩，我就轉過頭來了，但是因為走在酒店裏面不能不看路，也不好半路上停下來，容易造成堵塞，所以，我的身體還在繼續往前走。
不是為了故意吓唬客人。”
一號敷衍地點了點頭，并不覺得有問題。
服務員的微笑更深了一點：“剛才有其他客人跟我們一起坐電梯上來了，他們離開的時候，會有潮水的聲音，他們和其他存在共處一室的時候，會讓其他人感受到泡溫泉似的溫暖和潮濕，客人剛才沒有感受到嗎？那種如同溫泉般的溫暖潮濕的感覺，是他們的特色。
因為他們知道酒店有溫泉所以特意過來浸泡休息的。”
一號好奇問：“我感受到了，但是，那就是他們出現的情況嗎？”
服務員說：“也不一定，他們有時候會隐藏自己，那就并不會那麽明顯。”
一號點頭：“啊，那就是說還是有可能感覺到，我知道了。”
他頓了頓，繼續問：“這裏的溫泉不會有他們的一份吧？”
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."