The twelfth floor is a standard open restaurant in a large hotel, decorated in a very common European style, which is consistent with the exterior decoration style of the temporary apartment.
As soon as Yin Zhu entered, she saw Chen Lvdou.
To be precise, he discovered Yin Zhu. The next second, Chen Lvdou screamed in terror, her legs buckling as she collapsed to the ground, pointing at Yin Zhu and trembling, "Ghost—"
Based on the knocking sound from her side earlier, Yin Zhu quickly realized what he had seen and was speechless.
Walking over in a few steps, Yin Zhu didn't even bother to squat down and look him in the eye. Instead, she looked down at Chen Lvdou, who was sitting on the ground and desperately trying to shrink back: "Open your eyes and look carefully. Do I look like the monster outside your door?"
Yin Zhu had already been so blunt, and Chen Lvdou finally calmed down, subconsciously saying, "Sister Sun..."
"Get up first." Yin Zhu reached out and pulled him up. "You should have already read about the things to watch out for in the temporary apartment, right? Don't open the door to random people. There are probably things here that can disguise themselves as humans to trick you into opening the door."
Chen Lvdou nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, yesterday I encountered a monster disguised as you, with a missing arm, who lied to me saying that someone attacked you and wanted me to open the door."
It's obvious that he didn't open the door, which is why he can stand here unharmed.
Yin Zhu didn't continue the topic. In her mind, none of the original inhabitants who came to Sin City were trustworthy. A group of people who could no longer live in their original places because of crime and had to leave their homes to come to Sin City, they might not trust her either. Everyone was just acting.
Looking at the empty table, Yin Zhu's gaze shifted: "Isn't it time to eat yet?"
“Yes, I asked the waiter, they serve from 11 am to 2 pm, and there are still twenty minutes before they start serving the food.” Chen Lvdou didn’t want to continue that topic. “If you’re hungry, you can go eat the snacks and fruits over there, but they might not be very filling.”
Yin Zhu followed his finger and looked at a corner where there were lots of food and drinks.
The food was mostly packaged in bags. I matched the date on the phone with the production date printed on the bag, and they were all normal food that met the shelf life. It seems that Sin City also imports some normal food from outside.
"It's alright, looks like there's still food to eat."
Yin Zhu was quite satisfied.
After hesitatingly watching Yin Zhu's retreating figure for a while, Chen Lvdou mustered up her courage and walked up to her: "Sister Sun, have you looked at the restaurant's menu?"
"Not yet, what's wrong?" Yin Zhu was holding a coffee in one hand and a cookie in the other, glancing at the crumbs that were stuck to her every now and then.
"I feel like there's something odd about the menu here..."
Although it was Chen Lvdou's first day in Sin City, he had already lived in this world for thirty-two years and naturally knew a lot of common sense: "The food on the menu seems to be all meat dishes."
"Meat, huh? That's normal." Yin Zhu took a sip of coffee to make sure the biscuit crumbs in her mouth didn't get stuck in her throat. "Eating human flesh, you know."
"Wh...what?" Chen Lvdou's eyes widened, thinking she had misheard.
Yin Zhu didn't intend to explain to him. Instead, she patted his shoulder and subtly wiped the oil from her hands while eating cookies onto his clothes: "So, you have to follow the rules here, or you'll become meat on the dinner table."
Then, having basically filled her stomach, Yin Zhu left the terrified man behind her and threw the coffee-stained paper cup into the trash can at the restaurant entrance.
She's busy looking for a job and doesn't have time to waste on these indigenous people.
Moreover, they are most likely competitors.
For Yin Zhu now, the most urgent task is to obtain a map of Sin City. Although the price of a soul is complicated, it's not a matter of whether it's expensive or not, but rather the degree to which a soul needs to be sold—whether it's someone else's or her own. Once she agrees to this transaction, it's undoubtedly equivalent to acknowledging that in Sin City, souls are a commodity.
Today, you might kill someone for a map; what about tomorrow? The day after?
In order to survive long enough in Sin City, how many souls would need to be traded? In the end, it's less about people and more about people becoming devils who trade souls.
Moreover, Yin Zhu hadn't forgotten that she was being live-streamed.
Are you kidding me? If she really did something that couldn't be broadcast, she would be socially dead, okay?
Returning to her floor and confirming that no one was following her, Yin Zhu quickly took out her door card, entered, and closed the door. The whole sequence of movements was fluid and graceful, as if a murderer was closing in on her from behind.
With a sigh of relief, Yin Zhu inserted the door card into the charging slot in the room, and the room immediately lit up.
As Yin Zhu passed by the restroom, the door was open. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the mirror inside and realized that she, who should have been turned to the side, was now facing the mirror directly, with the same expression as her own at that moment—a blank look.
However, this confusion vanished instantly upon Yin Zhu noticing the problem with the mirror, replaced by a radiant smile and a voice full of eager anticipation: "Oh, you've come?"
Looking blankly at herself in the mirror, Yin Zhu unconsciously frowned.
"Don't just stand there, say something. If your throat hurts, I can speak for you, or I'll sing you a song—" Yin Zhu didn't give it any time to react before her mouth started firing like a machine gun.
Perhaps realizing that her actions were not appropriate, the person in the mirror suddenly showed a fearful expression, interrupting Yin Zhu's attempt to disrupt the terrifying atmosphere.
The next second, Yin Zhu in the mirror tried to wave her hand towards the outside of the mirror, seemingly pointing behind her, as if she was afraid of something, her mouth opening and closing as if she was shouting something, but Yin Zhu could not hear any sound at all.
Inside the house, Yin Zhu yawned, wondering if the plot would become even more interesting.
Seemingly realizing that the real Yin Zhu didn't care about her performance, the environment in the mirror began to change. Yin Zhu saw a strange man in a black robe gradually approaching her reflection in the mirror, and the brightly lit room suddenly began to flicker and dim.
In the dim light, Yin Zhu finally saw that the strange man's face seemed to be wrapped in bandages, and his fingernails were long and sharp, stained with blood.
Yin Zhu in the mirror began to pound violently on the mirror surface, causing the real mirror to tremble uncontrollably.
Finally, the bandaged monster had walked up behind Yin Zhu in the mirror, silently grabbing her neck with one hand. She flailed her arms in terror, but ultimately lost her life due to the overwhelming difference in strength. Her arms hung limply at her sides as the monster tossed her aside.
The bandaged man seemed to see Yin Zhu outside the mirror, pointed at her and smiled.
"You're next."
The bandaged villain's malicious laughter echoed through the silent room.
The next second, everything disappeared, returning to a normal mirror, and the indoor lights were no longer dim and flickering, as if everything that had just happened was nothing but an illusion.
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