The woman's sharp nails were forced to stay on the shoulder a few centimeters away.
The toilet seat was placed across the front, making it impossible to move any further.
As soon as he touched the toilet, the owner of the restaurant immediately withdrew his hand and retreated into the shadow of the door in fear.
Tang Xinjue turned the toilet bowl, as if it was just blocking it lightly, raised her eyes and asked, "Boss, what do you do?"
The muscles on the woman's face kept twitching, but she didn't make another move. She only squeezed out a blunt smile: "It's just a joke, little girl, don't take it to heart."
After finishing speaking, the woman really stood motionless inside the door, as if she wanted to watch Tang Xinjue leave.
— As soon as she leaves the restaurant, she can no longer be attacked? still…
Seeing the restaurant owner's nails return to normal, Tang Xinjue remained motionless, relying heavily on his posture at the door, "Boss, aren't you going to send me on the highway? This is my first time here, and I'm afraid of getting lost."
The edge of the road where the convertible was parked was about five steps away from her.
"..."
The restaurant owner's face was ugly, and finally he opened his mouth reluctantly: "You are on the road now."
Once you leave the building and are within the scope of the road, you are also bound by the road rules.
Tang Xinjue nodded: "It seems that the requirements of the "Road Travel Notes" are not only valid for passengers, are they?"
The other party avoided talking about it, and continued bluntly: "As for getting lost... little girl, don't worry, Grandma Mayas will pray for you."
In the shadows, the woman smiled strangely again, "No one will get lost on this road, and everyone will find their destination. Grandma Mayas is waiting for you at her home..."
"Oh. Then bring me a bento."
Tang Xinjue interrupted her, and said as a matter of course: "Remember to heat it up, it should be enough for a day, and then ask Grandma Mayas for reimbursement."
Restaurant owner: "…"
The middle-aged woman turned around without daring to speak out, picked up the child and walked into the kitchen, scolding accompanied by the sound of thumping and spanking: "I told you to run outside and play wild, you don't do your homework, and you don't know how to help, so you just know how to help me." Trouble... It's better to have barbecued pork than to give birth to you..."
After beating the child, a few minutes later, the boss came out with a bento box in his hands, and the faceless child quietly poked his head at the door frame behind him.
"Here's the bento you asked for. Good luck."
She bit down the last four words quite hard, her eyes fixed on Tang Xinjue until her figure was left far behind the road by the exhaust of the car.
After driving for twenty minutes, the convertible started to slow down and slowly stopped on the side of the road.
Tang Xinjue let go of the steering wheel, suppressed the tingling pain in his head and the rising discomfort in his stomach, and took two deep breaths.
Having blocked the restaurant owner's attack just now, the right hand that held the toilet seat slowly opened its palm, revealing the appearance of a tiger's mouth bursting inside and blood flowing horizontally.
The power of ghosts cannot be underestimated. Even if the toilet bowl is not damaged, the human body is often unable to bear it.
If they got into a fight with that NPC in the restaurant, even if there were four of them in the dormitory, they would inevitably suffer some hardships.
The restaurant owner's obviously apprehensive expression appeared in Tang Xinjue's mind, and his brows frowned again.
The restaurateur is lying, lying from start to finish.
The watch belonged to Guo Guo, and both NPCs, one big and one small, had signs of fighting on their bodies. Perception did not catch any dangers and traps in the restaurant, and the only sense of danger came from the NPCs when they were provoked.
Moreover, the restaurant owner has an inexplicable fear of her... a fear mixed with hostility.
While wanting to attack her, he seemed to be hesitant due to multiple reasons, and finally gave up in front of the road rules.
Whether it is the logic of action or the response to the details, it is very strange.
Even if the faceless child's coat in his hand can constitute some kind of restriction that has not yet been clarified for NPCs, it is too safe to walk around the restaurant this time.
The safer it is, the more unreasonable it is.
Exam copies are not safe, coffee shops are safe, restaurants are safe, roads are safe... so where is the danger
Tang Xinjue looked down, and the scenes experienced on the road were disassembled and reproduced in his mind, waking up from the car, getting on the road, parking and talking to the NPC...every detail was repeatedly magnified, trying to find out what could be cracked. entry point.
The sense of abnormality is getting deeper and deeper, but it seems that there is a layer of fog covering the sea of consciousness, unable to break through it and capture the truth.
Tang Xinjue rubbed his eyebrows.
If the information that can be collected is only this, there is no way to determine the location of the roommate.
The only clue about the roommate is that Guo Guo has been to a restaurant, probably had a conflict with an NPC, and left behind a watch. However, after her observation, neither the inside nor the outside of the restaurant or the nearby roads have any familiar atmosphere.
She ignored the injury on her hand, turned on her mobile phone, and from the [dorm member status], she could see that except for her minor injury that lost two points of health, the other three had full marks.
This is even more abnormal.
Even if she simply handed over her hands, she would inevitably be injured. If the battle marks on the two NPCs were caused by Guo Guo or other roommates, then their blood bars cannot be intact.
Where is the problem
The gurgling sound of the stomach broke the silence, Tang Xinjue decided to clean up and eat first.
He was sprayed with hemostatic spray, and the injured palm was simply repaired with a large band-aid. Tang Xinjue opened the bento, and couldn't help but pause when he smelled it.
It's not that the food smells bad, but that after the hunger reaches a certain level, the blood sugar level is too low, and the desire to nausea and vomiting will naturally appear.
It was exactly four o'clock, less than an hour since she had just finished her cup of hot coffee. But the stomach seemed to have been emptied, and the hunger spread to all limbs.
Tang Xinjue calculated the time in his mind: when driving on this road, the speed of physical exertion is about ten times the normal speed.
Therefore, although she only drove for an hour, it seemed that she had been driving for six consecutive hours, and her hunger increased rapidly.
From this point of view, there is also a reason for the NPC to "gift" her food - without these foods, it is impossible for ordinary people to persist on the road for more than two hours, let alone rush to "Grandma Mayas's house" before dark ".
If this reason is true, then the next logic will follow:
Grandma Mayas wants her to succeed in her mission.
The NPC entrusted by Grandma Mayas also has a common purpose and must not refuse the candidates to ask for help to complete this journey.
There was no obvious danger in front of him, but Tang Xinjue's eyes became more and more serious.
Even more unsettling than invincible ghosts is the elusive sense of the unknown in the absence of information.
It seemed that an invisible hand covered her eyes. Even though the road was clear, she felt like walking alone in a thick fog, unable to determine the direction.
The tingling pain in her head lingered, as if she wanted to remind her of something. Whenever Tang Xinjue wanted to catch it, he was scattered by chaotic thoughts.
After a while, she put away the half-eaten bento box, and after confirming that her physical strength and satiety had recovered, she suppressed her chaotic thoughts and continued driving on the road.
…
When the third building appeared, Tang Xinjue quickly identified it without any hesitation.
Gein it is exactly the same as the first two, painted with oil green everywhere.
This is a gas station.
The steering wheel turned, and the car drove into the gas station and stopped steadily. After all the acceleration and consumption, the fuel gauge just slipped into the dangerous zone where refueling was urgently needed.
Everything seems to have been carefully calculated and arranged to ensure that the car can continue to drive on the road.
The gas station was very quiet, Tang Xinjue honked the horn, the green door next to it was pushed open, and a yellow figure in a special uniform walked out.
This time it was a thin young man with pale skin and messy hair. He didn't have the exaggerated smiles on his face like the first two NPCs, but was very indifferent.
The young man came over, first looked at the car a few times, then glanced at Tang Xinjue, twitching the corner of his mouth weakly: "How much more?"
Tang Xinjue: "Fill up."
The young man pulled off the fuel gun without saying a word, stood in front of the fuel tank and began to refuel.
Within two seconds, he suddenly said, "Ah, it's broken."
What's broken? Tang Xinjue wanted to turn his head subconsciously, and reacted at the moment the sense of danger struck, and quickly threw himself on his body and bent over—
The refueling gun brushed past her head and hit the ground ten meters away, and traces of scorched black air rose from it.
The young man walked over slowly, checked it a few times, shrugged and said, "The refueling gun is broken, let me replace it for you."
After finishing speaking, he walked into the green station building on his own, and closed the door.
The coolness of the refueling gun flying past still lingered on her neck, Tang Xinjue raised her head, years of fighting and chasing in nightmares made her almost imitate the action of the youth throwing the refueling gun.
Just "broken"
She didn't get angry or questioned aloud, and there wasn't even a slight wave of emotion on her face that had just escaped a catastrophe.
With no friends around, she doesn't need to communicate with anyone. For a moment, the expression on this face was almost exactly the same as that of the young man just now, so indifferent that he didn't show any emotion.
Looking back, there was a line printed on the door the young man entered: non-employees are not allowed to enter.
In this exam, every thing marked with a prohibition symbol gave her a strong premonition of danger and rejection.
Looking away without interest, Tang Xinjue opened the door and got off the car, measuring the gas station step by step.
The area of the gas station is about two or three times the size of the restaurant. There are no other vehicles or people, and the outside is covered by foggy trees.
After walking around quickly, there is still no new discovery, and the young man has not yet come out of the station building.
Tang Xinjue turned her wrist lightly, and was about to knock on the door when her footsteps stopped suddenly.
Out of the corner of my eye, a small figure sneaked out from the bushes.
Turning around abruptly, before the little figure could run away again, Tang Xinjue had already grabbed the other person's hat.
It's a faceless child!
"Why did you come with me?"
Finally seeing something new, Tang Xinjue asked with great interest.
The faceless child who was caught in the hat seemed to be strangled by seven inches, and was turned around without any resistance, very weak and helpless.
But his arms were still flapping, trying to grab the things in Tang Xinjue's pocket.
Following the direction the child was trying to reach with both hands, Tang Xinjue raised his eyebrows: That's Guo Guo's watch.
"You stole or even snatched things from others, and you still want it confidently?"
Tang Xinjue felt a little funny, but was taken aback for a moment, and a guess that he had never thought of suddenly appeared in his mind.
Grasping the flash of intuition, she asked directly: "Did someone give you this watch?"
The child stopped thumping and nodded.
"Who gave it to you?"
A few seconds later, in Tang Xinjue's vision, the little boy slowly raised his hand and pointed at herself.