Chapter 53: :eat

"Zhuzhu, sit in your place." The host twisted his head stiffly in Zhuzhu's direction, and the corners of his mouth rose, and he pulled out a distorted smile: "Guests, please sit down too. It's time for dinner."
"Okay." Wei Yan nodded and pushed Zhuzhu forward: "Go back to your seat."
After speaking, look at Zheng Quzhi.
Zheng Qu knowingly understood, and quickly followed him to the dining table. As he walked, he looked back at the owner behind him, and saw a satisfied smile on his face, pushing the dining car unhurriedly behind them.

The host took out the dishes on the table stiffly and filled the entire table with dishes.
Zheng Quzhi looked at the dishes brought out by the host and swallowed. He was ready to see disgusting things, but he didn't expect that these dishes would look so delicious.
The whole lobby was filled with strong fragrance, Zheng Quzhi's stomach sang the empty city in an instant, his eyes were straight, and his eyes were sticking to the dishes.
Wei Yan glanced at everyone in a cool look, and as expected he saw faces full of enjoyment and greed. He twitched the corner of his mouth, and Yu Guang saw Zheng Quzhi beside him, his eyes straightened, and his brows instantly wrinkled.
"Please enjoy yourself." The master bowed and the gentleman smiled.
As soon as the voice fell, everyone except Zhuzhu and Wei Yan grabbed the chopsticks instantly and quickly caught the dishes.
Wei Yan stretched out his hand to hold Zheng Quzhi's chopsticks hand, turned his head to look at him, and said with a cold tone: "Didn't we just finished eating?"
The constant coolness in his hands made Zheng Quzhi tremble all over, with some focus in his eyes, and he tilted his head to look at Wei Yan in doubt. Just now... he seems to have only one thought...
That is... eating...
For a while, the other four had already lost their chopsticks and went straight to grab the food. Zheng Quzhi also gradually saw the true colors of those dishes.
The dish in the middle was fingers, covered with soy sauce and a few handfuls of green onions, black, red and green.
The dish closest to Zheng Quzhi was directly with a human head, and his face was facing Zheng Quzhi, allowing him to clearly see the appearance of the human head.
It was the man who went crazy yesterday and committed suicide at the end of self-harm. He has no eyeballs in his eye sockets, his head is smooth, his scalp is torn, there is no hair, only a few white worms wriggle on it. .
Zheng Quzhi couldn't help it, his stomach tumbling, and quickly got up, "The bathroom! Where is the bathroom?!!!"
The host smiled strangely and pointed to a corner.
Zheng Qu, who was crazily vomiting, couldn't take much care of it, and ran over there. The feeling of surging in his stomach became stronger and stronger. He endured desperately until he half-kneeled in front of the toilet until the bathroom, vomiting all the food he had eaten in the morning.
With a hot throat, Zheng Quzhi's eyes were filled with tears, he cursed secretly before he got up and washed his face.
Suddenly, he paused slightly and looked back at the bathroom door.
He just ran in a hurry, how could he have free time to close the door? ? There is no wind in the villa, how did this door close? ?
His heart trembled suddenly, he raised his eyes and quietly looked at himself in the mirror. The self in the mirror is still as handsome as ever, but the red color on the eyebrows is getting deeper and deeper, exuding an unknown breath.
A strong smell of blood came over, and the smooth mirror surface seemed to have become a TV, and pictures inside began to flicker.
Those were two men, one of whom was familiar, was the owner just now. The two people looked at an open space and were constantly discussing something, their faces were full of joy and yearning, full of glamour.
Under the wash table, a blue-gray hand came out slowly, and when he was about to hold the human ankle, a red light flashed suddenly and the hand quickly retracted. The hands covered with corpses were bubbling, as if being burned by something.
The red dot on Zheng Quzhi's eyebrows faded.
KOKOKO
There was a knock on the door, and Wei Yan's voice followed: "Zheng Quzhi."
Zheng Quzhi returned to his senses, and then looked into the mirror, but only his own face could be seen there. The picture just now seemed to be his illusion.
The door had been pushed open by Wei Yan from the outside, his cold face was a little impatient, but his tone was calming: "Come out."
Zheng Quzhi's heart settled instantly and walked out.
Suddenly, his body froze.
Isn't the man who was talking happily with the owner the same face that he just saw on the dining table? Although the head on the dining table was bloody, but barely recognizable, it was the man just now...
He opened his mouth and was about to speak when Wei Yan suddenly held his wrist.
"Speak carefully." He said these two words again.
Zheng Quzhi looked at Wei Yan in surprise, his eyes filled with surprise. Wei Yan... do you know something?
Outside, there was already a mess on the dining table. The woman with red lips held her head in her hand and gnawed her head down. The old man's mouth kept chewing and he could faintly see the fingers inside.
Zheng Quzhi's stomach surged again, his face turned blue.
"My friend is not feeling well, can we go to rest first?" Wei Yan looked at the master who had been sitting in the main seat and looked at everyone kindly, and said gently.
"Of course." The master grinned stiffly, and there were several worms sticking to the yellow teeth inside. He seemed to notice something, and his tongue stuck out and swept the teeth.
The worm was caught on the tip of the tongue, and a gratification was drawn across the owner's face, and he began to chew, enjoying himself.
Zheng Quzhi's eyes were dark, and Wei Yan was covering his eyes. Wei Yan's voice was a little cold: "Why do you like to see others so much?"
Zheng Quzhi only felt that he was about to vomit in minutes, and did not respond to Wei Yan. The cooling sensation disappeared, his entire vision became bright again, and Wei Yan was still holding his wrist.
Wei Yan was pulling him upstairs. I don't know when, the old man with a cane walked in front of them, coughing in a low voice, and whispering: "It's so snowy...Thank you for meeting the boss... "
boss?
Zheng Quzhi's heart beats so hard that he always feels a little weird. The red-lipsed woman before seems to call that master like that.
"Mr. Wei." He tilted his head to Wei Yan's ear and whispered, "Are we going to stay here for one night?"
The warm breath sprayed over, Wei Yan pressed his thin lips, lowered his eyes, and replied a little absent-mindedly: "Yeah."
"Today, you live in these two rooms." The old man stopped suddenly and pointed to the two adjacent rooms.
"Grandma, we can live in the same room." Zheng Quzhi said hurriedly. In this strange place, he dare not live alone!
The old man nodded stiffly, and said, "Get a good rest."
After speaking, he turned and walked past them downstairs. She went down very quickly, but there was some unnamed liquid remaining in the place she walked, making it all over the floor.