Chapter 99
The waiter seemed a little surprised by Leyuan's behavior, but he didn't stop him or say that it was followed better not to do so. Because he didn't even politely refuse, Leyuan easily the others to the kitchen door.
The kitchen door was not much different from before, it still looked the same, the decoration hadn't changed, the renovation hadn't changed, and no one passed by, or a staff member suddenly appeared with a tray and said, "I need to go in to see someone for something." Nothing happened, it was so quiet that it seemed as if everything that had just happened here was not only insignificant, but also unknown to anyone.
Leyuan looked at the situation and suddenly thought, if he had just walked past the chef and the waiter without saying a word and didn't let No. 1 beside him tell him anything about the matter, would the waiter and the chef have more obvious expressions of surprise when they walked in here?
If they realize something is wrong while walking on the street, will they suddenly turn around and look for them, asking them to explain the situation?
Or, if they find something wrong when they come here, but are not surprised at all, but quietly clean up the mess, will they mention it when they meet again later? Or maybe they will talk about it as a joke, and then observe their reactions and find out who the murderer is. Suddenly, things will become interesting.
However, things have come to this point and it is impossible to turn back, so these situations only circled in Paradise's mind and disappeared.
Maybe it went back to the Palace of Thought, or maybe it grew wings and flew away. Anything is possible, or nothing is possible.
That's how it is.
Leyuan stood to the side, and No. 1 stood beside Leyuan. Not far opposite them were the waiters and chefs who had walked in. The chef held the bag in his hand, squirmed it, and spit out a long, bright red tongue. Leyuan could clearly see that the surface of the tongue was uneven and full of rugged small particles, just like an uneven road and endless stones.
The disgusting bumps on the patient's body even seemed like they might ooze pus at any time. It would be too bad if some sticky, smelly and dirty liquid really flowed out. Number One frowned when he thought of this and almost showed a disgusted expression, but he quickly adjusted himself and stood aside as if nothing had happened.
He even looked like he might whistle at any moment to prove that he was very relaxed and at ease.
But, in fact, it is impossible for this Sen Wan to make people feel relaxed and at ease. This leads to his behavior looking deliberate, deliberate and obvious, as if it is written on his face: Come and see me quickly, come and catch me quickly, who do you think I am? I am the murderer you are looking for! I just killed your guest, and you are not even looking at me?
Are you afraid or do you just not care? You actually dare not care? Of course you don't dare! Hahaha, I was right, you are sick and cowardly, hahaha! What good can such a place have?
No matter how much he said, it was just Number One's mental activity, and he didn't make a sound.
"So, what do we do now?"
Number One approached Leyuan and asked quietly.
Leyuan glanced at him and replied, "Standing here in a daze."
He originally wanted to go look for Jongin, but in this situation, it would be a bad idea to go look for Jongin. It would feel like he had come back to cause trouble for Jongin, which was not good. He didn't want to go to the amusement park and listen to Jongin's nagging. Since he wasn't going to look for Jongin now, it would be meaningless to go anywhere else. his physical and mental state.
Daydreaming can help you adjust your state, so daydreaming is a necessary behavior, so it is not a waste of time. This should be common sense. Even if it is not common sense, it should be a consensus among the public. Even if it is neither this nor that, Leyuan knows it, and that is enough. He doesn't want to explain to others anyway. Facing Jongin, there is no need to explain, because Jongin knows it.
Number one, he doesn't care, and it's fine if he doesn't know. If he wants to know, he'll be curious, and curiosity will lead to asking. As for whether he can get the answer after asking, it depends on his luck. If he's lucky, he's in a good mood and willing to answer, and he can explain in detail. If he's unlucky, he's in a bad mood and doesn't want to talk, so he won't mention it. If he's unlucky, he might suffer if he speaks.
For example, it may cause attacks from other people.
That's another matter.
Number One thought about it, had nothing to say, and nodded. He stood silently beside the park, waiting for the two people opposite to finish their inspection.
The chef put the pocket on the ground, and the pocket stretched out its tongue to lick the meat sauce on the ground. However, the amazing thing is that after licking the meat sauce, the tongue can actually spit out what it has taken in, intact, without any loss, and there is almost no change in shape. It can be said to be a wonderful tongue.
If you keep it as a pet, it might be good.
It can be seen that the chef likes this thing and is quite satisfied with the performance.
Maybe this is how my tongue usually looks, the kind that wants to lick the meat sauce when it sees it. Suddenly I feel like a weird dog.
If it's a dog, it's even more legitimate to be a pet.
If you think of this thing as a weird dog, everything makes sense.
Normal, too normal.
The tongue made a gurgling sound, as if it was talking to the chef, perhaps discussing the ingredients and proportions of the meat sauce, or perhaps discussing how to make it delicious and what to eat afterwards.
The chef nodded, as if he understood, and opened his pocket to sweep up the meat sauce on the ground. However, while he was doing that, the waiter beside him suddenly frowned and said, "No, some of this stuff seems to be missing."
The chef also frowned and said, "Not really, right?"
He muttered to himself as he counted the meat sauce in his pocket. When he was done, he looked solemn and muttered, "Oh no! It seems that some of the ingredients really got out. What should I do? Do I have to go out and look for them? This is so troublesome. I was supposed to go to the kitchen to prepare the food! If this continues, I won't have any food to serve and the guests will be angry."
The waiter said, "It's not difficult, I can find it for you, and you just need to go in and prepare your food. However, you have to give me a portion of your salary or something else, or let me make an suggestion or request, and you have to promise me that you will complete it for me. This is an equal exchange, how about that?"
The chef thought about it, nodded and said with a smile: "Okay."
That's how it's settled.
It's a bit sloppy.
Leyuan wiped the goose bumps he got from being in the cold here and turned to leave.
The waiter walked over and suddenly stopped him, handed him a small box, and said with a smile: "This is a small gift from our hotel. Please accept it as an apology box for being offended in our hotel. How about it?"
Le Yuan was skeptical as he looked at the box. It was a small wine-red box, the size of a palm, and the surface seemed to be made of red velvet. It looked furry and might feel nice to the touch. Because of its dark and reddish color, it looked particularly elegant and gentlemanly, giving people a creepy feeling. It was so beautiful that it made people's hearts beat fast. Just looking at it made people unable to control their greed.
Leyuan looked away to avoid snatching it himself. Originally, this thing might be given away. If he really snatched it, it would not be a matter of giving it away, but a matter of making an enemy or escaping.
Although I looked away, the attraction and sense of control that followed me did not weaken. Instead, it became stronger as time went by, like the howling call of a pack of wolves on a moonlit night, or the accusation of an ancient tribe when they blew a trumpet made of mammoth ivory.
It was as if the box was saying, why don't you want me? Why don't you accept me? Why don't you like me? Why don't you just jump over and hug me with joy? Am I not yours? Am I not supposed to belong to you? Why can you let others hold me in your hands so calmly?
It was a very strange and bizarre feeling.
Le Yuan frowned. He didn't like it and wanted to refuse. Although the attraction was still strong, he was not someone who could be completely controlled so easily.
He wanted to refuse without hesitation, but he opened his mouth and tried to be polite, so he said to the waiter, "I'm sorry, I don't have a pocket on me to put this thing, so forget it. Thank you for your gift, I understand your intention."
After saying this, Hun got goosebumps all over his body. He never talked like this normally. It would be more accurate to say that he didn't have anything to say before, but later, Jongin was by his side and he could say whatever he wanted, so he didn't have to say much. But now it was his turn to go through the red tape here, and he felt more and more uncomfortable.
Leyuan frowned.
If possible, he hopes to be with Jongin as soon as possible, and soak in the hot spring for a while, but not here.
It was chilly in here. He didn't know if it was because he had left the hot spring or because he was standing in a cold air vent. It could also be because there was an ice storage near the kitchen and it was normal for cold air to seep out of the ice storage. But no matter what, it had little to do with the theme park and he didn't want to meddle in other people's business. It was like this before and it is still like this now.
He was ready to live like this.
But the waiter pulled him. He wanted to leave, but he couldn't do so. He could only look at Number One, because he felt that if he kept staring at the waiter, his attention would be attracted by the box in the waiter's hand. At this time, Paradise saw Number One's greedy look.
Number One is not Paradise, not Jongin, not a waiter, and not a chef. He has some resistance to the box, but not much. The time that Paradise and the waiter hesitated is enough for the box to tempt Number One to go crazy.
It was a rare opportunity that he only had that weird expression on his face instead of actually attacking. However, it was also possible that he still had self-awareness and knew that it would make no difference whether he attacked now or later, because he couldn't beat any of them. The only thing he could do here was to stay quiet and wait to leave.
It would be better if the departure time could be sooner.
But he had no choice. He had followed them in, and if he wanted to go out he would probably follow them out. Wanting to go out by himself was no different from wanting to commit suicide. He knew it in his heart, so he didn't say much about it to avoid feeling uncomfortable.
Now he doesn't care about his mental or physical condition, whether he is comfortable or not. Nothing matters to him. He only cares about one thing, which is the only thing his two eyes can see, the box in the waiter's hand.
The waiter also noticed the change in No. 1. He smiled and hid his hand behind his back. Then he took out a pair of black sunglasses and handed them to No. 1. No. 1 stood there in a daze, his face gradually turning red. He looked like he was about to get angry because the box suddenly disappeared. The waiter knew that he couldn't communicate in this situation, so he simply stretched out his hand and hung the black sunglasses on No. 1's face.
Number One sneezed suddenly and nearly knocked his sunglasses off his face. However, the sneeze brought him back to his senses. He quickly reached out to hold the sunglasses on his face and touched them carefully, looking dazed and somewhat delighted like a real blind man preparing to tell fortunes under an overpass.
I was delighted. Perhaps it was the feeling of smiling from the bottom of my heart when I suddenly saw a customer who could pay for fortune-telling.
He had memories of what happened before, it was not that he forgot it the moment he turned around, nor was his memory affected. He remembered it, and he remembered it fairly clearly, but without the details. He was just anxious, and tried hard to control his body but couldn't. He could only watch himself being completely controlled by his emotions. When he was angry, he would yell and pick a fight with someone and have something stolen; when he liked something, he would rush over; and when he thought something was good, he would take it himself.
No. 1 still felt very scared when he recalled the feeling of being brainless. However, his brain did not support his thinking before. Now he took a deep breath and felt very lucky that he was not dead. He took another deep breath and almost sat on the ground. The waiter pointed him in a direction with his fourth hand and said, "There is a chair over there. You can sit on it. Go and have a rest."
After the waiter signaled, No. 1 obediently walked over, thinking to himself, I'd better not go there again to avoid causing trouble for everyone.
However, he didn't expect that just because he walked past, the paradise suddenly felt that it was in trouble.
The waiter still held Leyuan with one hand and slowly took back the other hand. This hand was the one that No. 1 had just shown the way to. After taking it back, there were only three hands left. One hand was tentatively placed on Leyuan's shoulder, and the other hand took out the hidden box from the shadow behind him with a smile. The whole person was even closer to Leyuan.
The park tried hard to maintain social distance between the two people. The waiter realized the park's attitude and stepped back.
But that was just a little bit, not enough to make the park run away.
Paradise could only stand in front of the waiter and wait for his next words.
However, the park's patience was short. He felt that he had been waiting for a while, but still did not wait for the waiter to speak, so he spoke first: "Sunglasses has already accepted the gift, so I don't need to accept the gift, right? If the two of us each took a gift and walked outside in front of other guests, wouldn't it be bad? If they didn't know, they would think we were bribing each other privately."
The waiter laughed brightly and said, "Hahaha! You are such a jokester. If you don't say it and I don't say it, who would know? There's no one else here.
Besides, it is normal for a hotel to give gifts to guests. They didn't because they had neither been here before nor seen us now. So, this is also normal, isn't it? The hotel doesn't treat guests differently. Different guests pay different prices, come different times, and enjoy different amounts of time here...
How can a hotel treat everyone equally when everything is different? We are a place open for business. Although we will not turn away guests, we cannot do things for free and hire a group of people to show the charity of a big boss, right? Everyone knows that a boss is almost the embodiment of a capitalist. A capitalist is only concerned with profit, just like the ancient saying that businessmen value profit.
Otherwise, how can we leave so easily?
Having said that, the boss wouldn't know, and even if he did, he wouldn't care, because it is necessary to give gifts to guests. According to survey statistics, guests like small gifts very much. If they receive a small gift, there is a high probability that they will come again next time. Therefore, the boss knows about this, and this is not the first time. Other guests also know about it, as they have all received it before.
This is the first time for the guest to come. I am giving it to you alone. Don't let them see it, just don't let them be too jealous. Of course, this is also for the guest's safety. If the guest is seen by others and cannot protect his gift, the gift may belong to someone else. We will not take the initiative to handle such small matters for the guests. Unless the guest pays."
The waiter smiled and said, "However, if the guest has money on him, he will not be robbed, because the guest can pay the hotel to provide protection. Under the protection of the hotel, the guest will not be harmed by other guests in the hotel. If the guest has been robbed, believe me, guest, you will not find anything on your body that can be exchanged for money, nor will you have a penny.
Without money, you can't exchange services and the waiter will leave you.
You don't want to lose your life while walking on the road, right? Of course, I'm not threatening you. If you are not happy, you can choose not to, or just leave. I won't mind. The waiter certainly has no right to do anything excessive to any guest. Guests can rest assured that forcing guests is one of the things that is prohibited in the waiter's rules.
This is why our hotel is still so prosperous today.
Have you considered it?"
The waiter had said this, and it would be bad for the park to refuse. It would seem that he did not know what was good for him, so he hesitated for a moment and smiled: "Okay, I've thought about it. I'll accept this gift."
The waiter smiled and said, "I knew the guest was a sober person the first time I saw him. Now it seems that he is indeed so."
If this is considered a compliment, it is normal; if it is considered a threat, it is a bit excessive; if it is a mixture of the two, then it is much more normal.
Leyuan nodded casually to show that he understood.
The waiter handed the box to the park with a smile and whispered, "Guest, don't open this thing easily."
Paradise glanced at him and asked, "Why? Is this Pandora's Box? Or is it the gift package of the Apple of Eden? Why can't I just open it easily?"
The waiter blinked and didn't answer immediately.
Leyuan then said, "Not only do I want to open it, but I also want to open it right in front of you and over and over again. How about that?"
Although he said this, he did not actually open the box repeatedly, because he always felt that the feeling of provoking someone face to face was too strange, as if he was deliberately asking others to fight with him.
The amusement park didn't intend to ask the waiter to fight with him, and he didn't really want to fight here, so he restrained himself a little.
The waiter laughed and said, "Oh my, you are such a joker. If you were not so tall, I would have thought you came to our hotel in someone else's skin, acting like a naughty child. If you were my child, I would tease you, but it's a pity that you are not."
Leyuan asked: "So, you don't actually plan to introduce this thing to me at all?"
Paradise complained, "Hey, hey, hey, even a small toy given away by a store will come with a small instruction manual. The smallest one is said to be only the size of a fingernail, but it's still given away. You can't be inferior to that, right?"
The waiter smiled and said, "I have prepared an introduction, but actually there is no need to introduce this thing specifically because it only takes two sentences.
This is a dangerous item.
It is best not to look directly at it. If possible, hide it in a dark and deserted place. This way it is easier to find, take and give as a gift. It is very useful as a gift, but the biggest advantage of this thing is that if you encounter danger, the enemy will focus on this box first, and will not threaten the guest's personal safety before taking the box away. "
After hearing this, Leyuan thought to himself, these two sentences of yours are quite long. Now I understand what you mean, this is a weapon to attract monsters.
He nodded and said to the waiter, "Okay, thank you. So, is there anything else you need? If not, I'll leave first."
The waiter nodded, let go of Paradise, waved to him, and said with a smile: "If there is a chance, I hope to meet you again. If you need anything, you can always find me."
Leyuan took two steps, and when she heard him say that, she paused, turned around with some interest, looked at him curiously, and asked, "You mean, if I want to find someone to sleep with, I can find you?"
The waiter smiled and said, "Theoretically, yes. If the guest needs it, the waiter can provide the relevant service. The guest does not have to mind."
Leyuan hesitated for a moment, then stood still, staring at him and asked, "Oh, so if you say so, anyone can do it?"
The waiter repeated it firmly and seriously: "Guest. Only guests can ask the waiter for service. No one else can. Because the waiter only serves guests."
Le Yuan sensed something strange in these words, so he looked at him and asked, "What exactly is a waiter?"
It’s definitely not a human.
The waiter smiled and said, "You should have guessed it. The waiter is a kind of creation, a fusion of the latest high-tech achievements and ordinary intelligent creatures who voluntarily handed over their souls and memories under the influence of magic and strange energy. On the surface, there is no difference between them and any other guests. Of course, you can't see it if you look closely, otherwise it can't be called high-tech.
But there is still a little difference inside. We are the waiters specially created by the hotel for the guests.
There is no other place like this. Even if there is, it is not as professional and meticulous as ours. Customers say that we are better than other places. Of course, this is a matter of personal opinion and customers can evaluate it for themselves.
However, the evaluation should be made after the hotel has been used. Without using the hotel, guests cannot make any evaluation of the hotel, whether good or bad.
Unless there are special circumstances, which there are at the moment, I will explain the rules to the guests based on the most common regulations.
Do you have any questions? We are happy to help you. ”
Paradise asked: "Do all the guests here see the same waiters?"
The waiter shook his head: "No, different guests see different waiters, and different guests see different guests' physical conditions. The guest's vision changes after entering the hotel based on the hotel's internal system."
Leyuan said: "But I didn't sign any agreement or commitment."
The waiter smiled and said, "Because when the guest enters the hotel, the hotel system will automatically assume that the guest agrees."
Paradise asked: "What would happen if the hotel bound guests in this way and the guests unknowingly signed an agreement that they would never have signed voluntarily?"
The waiter smiled and said, "It depends on one's opinion."
This is what I mean by not telling you in detail.
Leyuan nodded and asked, "How can I know if the hotel is holding such activities?"
The waiter said: "Guests can rest assured, because this is the only agreement that the hotel has accepted by default."
Le Yuan nodded doubtfully: "Well, what different situations will different guests see?"
The waiter replied: "In order to make guests feel at home, normally, the other guests they see after entering the hotel will be similar to themselves. In fact, the guests in the hotel are of many kinds, with different looks, ways of thinking, temperaments, body structures... all different."
Leyuan nodded: "Okay, I understand."
As he was about to leave, Number One quickly stood up and rushed over.
Paradise hesitated for a moment and asked the waiter again: "If I want to find you later, will you suddenly show up?"
The waiter smiled and said, "As part of the hotel and a loyal and sincere waiter serving the guests, you can rest assured that as long as the guests are still inside the hotel, any waiter can be summoned at any time. However, other hotel staff are not as quick and efficient as the waiter.
If the guest wants to summon the chef, they need to make an appointment and inform the chef in advance, and they can try it after reaching a consensus.
If the guest wants to summon other hotel staff, the same process and situation will apply. Do the guests still have questions? "
Leyuan waved at him and said, "If you are not in a hurry, can you leave with me for a while? Come back to work after I finish asking questions."
The waiter smiled and said, "My job is to serve customers. It is my honor if they need me to answer their questions, but I am not being respectful."
Rakuen nodded.
The waiter greeted the chef, who responded by waving his hand impatiently and nonchalantly.
The waiter walked towards the amusement park, and the amusement park looked at the waiter, feeling inexplicably that danger was approaching.
Number One was also a little scared and approached the park, and the park walked back with them. They planned to go to the hot springs.
The park asked: "Is the hot spring still open now?"
The waiter nodded: "Yes, guests can rest assured that the hotel's hot springs are free all day long. Guests can go anytime and soak at any time."
Paradise glanced at him and said, "I thought you would say that guests can enjoy it at any time."
The waiter smiled and said, "What do you want to hear from me?"
Leyuan retracted his gaze and asked, "Will you tell me whatever I want to hear?"
The waiter nodded and said, "Yes, there is no need to pay any additional fees. Because the guests have already paid for everything when they enter the door. Our hotel consumption standards are of the highest standard, which is one of the reasons why we don't have many guests here."
Rakuen asked, "One of them? So, there are other reasons?"
Without waiting for the waiter to answer, Leyuan waved his hand and shook his head and said, "Forget it, you don't have to tell me. It doesn't matter if I don't know. Let's not talk about it. I have other questions."
The waiter opened his mouth, nodded, and followed Paradise quietly.
Paradise asked: "Do you have a brain?"
The waiter thought for a moment and said, "It depends on what the customer thinks. If the customer wants me to have it, then I have it. If the customer wants me not to have it, then I don't have it."
Leyuan asked again: "Do you like this kind of life?"
The waiter smiled and said, "Do you want to have a heart-to-heart talk with me? I don't have that kind of thing. I'm afraid I can't give you a satisfactory answer. Because for me, there is no like or dislike. I just consider the customer's mood and give the best answer."
For a moment, the park almost felt that the person in front of him was a robot with no abilities, but he quickly came to his senses and thought, if this person is a retard, most people in the world should be dead. He ignored the waiter's answer and asked again: "Can you choose the guests yourself?"
The waiter smiled and said, "In theory, yes, you can, but it depends on the situation, because most of the time it is not the waiters who choose the customers, but the customers who choose the waiters. Of course, some waiters have done a very good job, because they work hard and have top performance, such waiters can get more rights, so most of the time they can choose the customers to serve.
The reason why it is the majority is because this kind of waiter is also part of the hotel service, and the primary target of choice for certain guests of high status, just like wealthy people will choose to buy and carry luxury goods for daily activities, even if some luxury goods are expensive, easy to break, ugly, and completely not cost-effective, some people buy them just for the high price tags of luxury goods.
The purpose is to prove that they are really rich and don't need to worry about the money.
This is the case with high-class guests of the hotel. Choosing high-class waiters will make them enjoy the service more happily, but will also make them pay more. They don’t care about the high price, but their status and face. They need this, and they also need the high-class waiters here.”
Leyuan smiled and said, "If the guests hear you saying that, they won't cause you any trouble, right?"
The waiter laughed and said, "Big stores bully customers, big customers bully stores. I'm not afraid of them. What's more, they don't usually appear here, because the facilities and decorations around here are the most ordinary. If they want to enjoy the best, they certainly won't be here. It's like they will be worth a lot if they get a little bit of the glory here. Part of the reason why they are rich is because they are worth a lot.
In a sense, they are not much different from waiters, and both rely on their high prices to make profits. "
Leyuan nodded thoughtfully: "That's what you think."
He asked curiously, "Aren't you worried that I might tell other guests about this?"
The waiter smiled and said, "That's the guest's freedom."
Leyuan nodded: "Yes, but that's not my choice."
The waiter walked by and suddenly took down a plate of fruit from the wall. There were grapes, peaches, yellow peaches and yogurt sago. It looked very nutritious and beautiful, yet a little expensive.
Leyuan stopped and asked, "Are there other guests looking for you?"
The waiter shook his head: "This is for the guests."
Leyuan hesitated and asked, "For me?"
The waiter nodded.
Paradise asked: "Why?"
The waiter smiled and said, "Because the customer chose me, it's like you can get a gift if you play online for a certain amount of time. This is one of the online time gifts I give to customers."
Leyuan took a look and asked hesitantly, "So, if I continue to stay here, you will give me something better?"
The waiter nodded. "That's the theory, but don't think you'll stay here too long. Your body isn't fit for a long stay here. And, you didn't bring a lot of money with you, did you? The hotel can charge you anything for your stay, but it's best if you have money."
After all, money is a circulating currency, so even if it is collected, it still has some use. The boss likes this kind of things and is quite tolerant of this situation. If the customer has nothing else but money, even if it is not very valuable, it can be used to exchange for services.
I am happy to serve guests.
But guests, everything should be done within your means.”
Paradise asks: "What will happen if you stay here too long?"
The waiter smiled and said, "The guests won't like me like that. Anything is possible.
Maybe it's like this today and like that tomorrow.
It looks like he was poisoned, or he has the sequelae of madness, he is not conscious at all. "
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