dramatic death

Christie ended the call the moment Yin Tong finished reading the letter.

Her complexion was always ugly, her skin was as pale as a humanoid body that had just finished painting, and her neatly manicured nails wrinkled the bright red skirt, leaving folds like dried and dirty blood.

Yin Tong took a sip of the cold water on the table, raised his hand and turned off the virtual light screen floating in mid-air.

To paraphrase the owner of the diary, Christie will always do some unbelievable things. Her lame performance is like a funny clown play, and every action is written: I have a problem.

I'm hiding something from you.

I'm not telling the truth.

But I can't tell you.

Yin Tong squeezed the water glass in his hand and couldn't help but let out a sneer.

He thought to himself: If you have the ability, pretend to be better, don't let me see it, otherwise one day I will get all your secrets out of your mouth, and get out what you are hiding.

In matters that concern me, I must see the whole picture.

……

At 9:00 in the morning, the "Afternoon Tea" dessert house officially opened.

Thanks to the flow of people in the commercial street, every Saturday, Sunday and statutory holidays, the store is as crowded as unopened cans of sardines.There are groups of chatter, gossip, star-chasers and girls in small groups, Yin Tong hides behind the bar, keeps a standard hospitality smile and asks three questions, thinking that these 30 or [-] people are like scourges, and they don’t know How did Christie survive the stalking and interception of a large number of fans?

"Isn't that handsome guy coming today?"

The little girl squeezed in the middle of the line asked with her head poking around. The crowd was commotion for a while, and the customer at the front took the lead, squatting on the bar and winking at Yintong: "Little boss, is he coming today?"

"Who?"

Yin Tong closed the terminal's cash register interface, and at least two-thirds of the guests in the long queue were all raising their heads, eagerly waiting for his answer.

"That's the one," the grandma in second place smiled and gestured, "that blond-haired, gray-eyed boy who plays Cosplaye."

An Qi...

Since An Qi started the mode of clocking in by the day, most of the guests in the dessert house have become his fans, and his approval rate has been rising in the circle of girls, almost threatening Christie's reputation in the shop. "Mascot" throne.

However, these two people have never even met each other, as if deliberately avoiding the arrival time of the other party.

Yin Tong vaguely sensed that something was wrong, and he was thinking about it secretly, but he still greeted the regular customers with a smile on his face: "I don't know when An Qi will come, but he probably won't be absent today."

The next day's letter was all advanced for the entrance ticket. If An Qi didn't come, he would probably feel strange.

The little girls in the team cheered jokingly, and a few children who joined in the heat followed suit, jumping around screaming and screaming.The store was in a mess for a while, so noisy that Yin Tong couldn't even hear the customers ordering, but the catering service industry is generally like this, and it is almost commonplace to turn it into a playground.

As long as no one is crying and arguing and overturning the table, he can abide by the service tenet of "customer is God".

But he is really not in a good state today.

Maybe it's because of Christie's morning call early in the morning, or maybe it's because of the rain when he got home yesterday, Yintong has felt a headache since he woke up in the morning, as if a goblin was smashing a nail into his temple.

The effect will be more obvious when there is a quarrel, he can almost feel a burst of dizziness in his consciousness, and laser-like patterns explode in his field of vision, just like the place where a finger landed on the light screen was crushed. Bombs were planted.

Crackling and frying were exhilarating.

"Two glasses of lemonade, right?"

He carefully discerned the words on the menu, trying to maintain his precarious good temper.

The little girl who looked like a high school student on the opposite side of the bar nodded awkwardly, and after confirming the order, she greeted her friend by the window, ran a few steps towards her, and rushed back in a panic.

"Do you need anything else?" Yin Tong asked.

The little girl shook her head, half of her face was buried in the scarf, she swam her eyes with a shy expression: "Is Mr. Xiaoyin uncomfortable?" she asked, pointing with her fingers with her sleeves exposed. Temple, "I see that you have been frowning as if you have a headache."

"A little bit," Yintong smiled politely, "It rained yesterday evening, and I didn't bring an umbrella when I went home, so I might have caught a cold."

"Me too!" The little girl blushed and let out a short exclamation. She rummaged through the small bag that was close to her body and complained, "The weather is really bad recently." Shuttle back and forth among the objects, bringing the makeup mirror and lipstick to make a crisp sound.

"I brought cold medicine, I remember there is still a pack, why can't I find it?"

Before Yin Tong could think of a refusal, his thoughts were interrupted by a messy falling sound. The little girl's bag fell out of the small things, and hugged the wooden floor together with the medicine she was looking for. .

Yin Tong sighed with a headache.

He walked around the bar and squatted on the ground to pick things up without complaint.The well-packaged capsule fell beside the vanity mirror. The small mirror was shattered, and a familiar face was reflected on the cracked mirror.

That is a gentle woman.

Her soft black hair is loosely tied to one side, under the willow-leaf eyebrows is a pair of water-cut autumn pupils, a healthy blush glows on the suet-like cheeks, and the corners of her lips are slightly hooked, as if fainting a touch of seductive beauty Cinnabar.

Her eyes were bent, smiling, and her inorganic pupils were like lustrous glass.She quietly looked in Yintong's direction, as if she was looking at someone who would never come back through this familiar body.

Her thin lips parted slightly to reveal her white teeth, and they opened and closed up and down to outline a familiar word.

【"Tong Tong."】

"Mr. Xiaoyin?"

The completely different voice waved away the illusion in front of him, Yin Tong grabbed the shaking hand, and suddenly saw the little girl's flushed face clearly.

The make-up mirror and capsule were still in his hand, and the girl in front of him still had that strange appearance. The laughter of the guests was like bubbles boiling in a kettle, pouring into Yintong's ears.

He let go and smiled apologetically.

"Sorry," he smiled with the corners of his lips pulled, trying to make his expression less stiff, "I took the medicine, the mirror is broken, I will buy you a new one."

The blushing little girl nodded indiscriminately, and the people in line laughed and joked. She was so ashamed that she stood up and rushed to her friend without looking back.Yin Tong rubbed his temples and stood up, his vision was still shaking, but he could vaguely discern that everything in front of him was still the usual (everyday) appearance.

The young couples in front of them were discussing the style of milk tea and desserts, the grandma in the line was smiling live broadcasting the grand occasion of queuing, and the young children were tiptoeing to bite the cotton candy in the hands of their parents.The sun is bright and warm, passing through the street trees simulated by electronic light particles on both sides of the street, and falling a large soft shimmer.

A large group of teenagers still surrounded the entrance of the shopping mall across the street, and the advertisement of Hakoniwa Online was still playing on the light screen in a loop.Yin Tong saw a black hover car parked in a temporary parking space across the road, and two men in military uniforms opened the rear door, revealing the pretty face of the young man in the seat.

He saw the other party's smoky gray eyes, which were as gray as the cloudy sky before the rainstorm.

"Little boss?"

The customer in front of the bar called his name, Yintong recovered and confirmed the order information on the light screen.

The guests at the end of the line noticed An Qi's arrival, and the crowd gradually became agitated. Exclamations and whispers huddled together in the dessert room, and the noise was like boiling water.

Yin Tong didn't look up, the noise hit his temple relentlessly, the scenery in his peripheral vision was gradually stained with the blush of the sunset, he realized that something was about to start, after the nightmare, after the headache.

He will once again be greeted with the illusion of inescapability.

He should have thought earlier that the constant headaches were not the sequelae of a cold.

He saw the setting sun not far away, like an overturned cocktail, scrambling to spill into the cold glass window.The plush toys in the window were no longer the cute ones in the daytime. Their curly down was stained with crimson blood scabs, and their soft bellies were cut open, revealing the black flocs inside.

The tables and chairs in the store were broken into broken pieces, and the messy sawdust was still being chewed wantonly.The guests who were talking and laughing loudly just now lowered their heads and let out a hoarse breath from their throats. They were shaking, lingering like dying old people.

The long line lay before Yintong's eyes, like a dying snake, wriggling with difficulty in search of food to satisfy its hunger.

Then the guest standing on the snake's head shook his rotten head, raised its empty eye sockets, and slowly met Yin Tong's eyes.