Midnight Restaurant

Chapter 172

I was in a bad mood at first, although the boss always deducted my wages, but I was a bit of a cheapskate, so I got used to it.

Besides, she's a woman, and she's still a beauty. I'm a man, and I'm sure there will be a little bit of a feeling of long-term love. Well, it can't be called love, but I have a good impression. Occasionally, I will flirt with the proprietress in my dreams.

She has helped me more than once. Although she often led me into a fire pit, without her, I would have died more than once.

Therefore, I have feelings for the proprietress. If she is really mixed into dumpling stuffing by the black mist, I guess I will have to quit dumpling in the future, and I will be sad for at least half a year.

In the end, I was indeed a child favored by God.

Just when I was lost and uncomfortable, and I was about to zoom in and rush into the black mist, the voice of the proprietress appeared in my ear again.

And it sounds quite leisurely, tell me, if you don't fuck off, I will deduct my salary... Well, this sentence is still powerful, I am going to leave, but before I leave, I also wondered why the boss lady said this This parting of life and death, isn't it the first time?

Is she okay or is she okay?
"Young man, hurry up, the black mist is about to expand, if you don't leave, you won't be able to leave."

The voice of the proprietress came again, and it was true. I looked up and took a closer look. Indeed, the black mist was spinning and coming towards me, and it was getting faster and faster!I took two steps back, thinking that I was going to die if I didn't leave. At least the proprietress could still talk, and her life should not be in danger for the time being. I'll go up first and then figure out a way.

So, I ran all the way down the stairs, and when I ran up, the black mist was just at the door of the secret room door under the bed!
One step later, half of my butt will be gone.

I was also sweating profusely, with lingering fear.

But what are you doing now?The proprietress is still inside, how can I save her?
I didn't know what to do, I looked down at the black mist, stopped at the entrance of the secret room under the bed, and didn't go up, I tore off a blank page from the diary, stuck it in, I didn't feel much, but I took it out and saw that half of the paper was gone.

Well, this place still can't go down.

then what do I do?
never mind!Let's call the police first, although I know that the police may not be of any use, but it's better than being forced here by myself.So I stood up, holding the diary and preparing to leave the bungalow.I don't know if it's because of the lack of oxygen in the basement, or what, but I was out of breath a few steps away from the bungalow, and felt that the house was twisting and moving.

"Fuck... what the hell is going on here?" I walked to the gate of the bungalow in a daze, and saw the darkness outside the door, I wondered, it was the middle of the night just now, how long has it been?Why doesn't it mean that the sky is a little bright?
I didn't think too much about it, so I raised my leg and stepped over!
The moment I stepped forward, my eyes were illuminated by a glaring sunlight, which made my eyes hurt...

"Hiss, why is it so dazzling, wasn't it still daylight just now?" I rubbed my eyes in a daze, and then opened them little by little... After that, I was a little dazed.

what place is this?
A huge wooden house, like a warehouse, surrounded by lawns, some haystacks, and... huh?Why does this look a bit like a foreigner's farm?

And it was still broad daylight, the sun was so strong that I wanted to stick out my tongue... No, no!This is not the point at all, the point is that the previous second was still black!

Am I time-traveling?
I looked at the clothes I was wearing, and it was obviously out of touch with today's society, and a big piece was taken off, and it sounded shabby... Oh no, it was the clothes I wore when I went out to work, a bit like the civilian clothes in previous European historical films... …

Moreover, I still have this ax in my hand.

At this time, I suddenly heard someone calling me behind me.

The voice of a middle-aged man, but I don't know what he called me... because it's in English!
I looked back and saw a foreign man who was dressed similarly to me, came over, put his hand on my shoulder, then giggled, and said a lot of things in his mouth, my mouth slightly Zhang, looking at him, held back for a long time to gather what I have learned all my life, and finally squeezed out a sentence: "Cut...cut oil, Sibike, tear apart mud?"

Then I went from being confused to being confused by him.

By the way, is my pronunciation not very standard?

Isn't it "Can you speak Chinese"?Can't he understand?

Well, he obviously didn't understand. I took a deep breath and asked in Mandarin: "Man, can you speak Chinese? What, where is this? What am I doing?"

Then the middle-aged uncle was even more deceived. He held my head and said a lot, and I understood a word "son", son?

I reacted for about 5 minutes, and this old thing beat me to the ground with the handle of an axe. Damn, take advantage of me? !

Then I was holding an axe, but it turned around, this seemed to be a foreign town, it looked backward... No, maybe it wasn't backward, but it wasn't the era I lived in.After some analysis, I found a roadside and sat down, muttering to myself: "Am I still dreaming? But this time I can hear the dream clearly, where am I?"

Just when I was muttering and the people around me were passing by and pointing at me, I suddenly heard a familiar shout again, I turned my head, and was almost scared to pee at that time, the middle-aged uncle who was beaten to the ground by me before , at this moment, with a group of men, women, old and young, running towards me with their arms down their sleeves.

"Fuck, is this going to be a group fight?" I fiddled with the ax twice, feeling that I couldn't beat this group of big foreign men, so I ran away.

On the way to run, I paid attention to the buildings, and I felt more and more familiar with these things.Finally it dawned on me, photo!Photos from the previous diary!
I'm going... What the hell is going on here?Dreaming?Or crossed?
But I feel more and more that I am not dreaming.

Because people have a characteristic when they dream, that is, when they run, they can't run fast, and the more they run, the heavier they become, especially when someone is chasing you.And now, I'm running like I'm desperate. I just kicked a stone in my foot, and it hurts.So I'm sure, I'm not dreaming.

But this is even more frightening. It’s not a dream. Why did I end up in a small town in England more than 200 years ago?
This is a problem……

But in front of us, there are more terrible problems.

Before, there were obviously a group of people chasing me behind me, why did this old man who was beaten by me suddenly dodge and come in front of me?
I was startled, and was about to knock him unconscious again with the axe, but I found out that I had thrown the axe away when I was running away.So, this strong middle-aged man from a foreign country pushed me to the ground with two strokes...

"Hey, man, we have something to say. It was a misunderstanding just now. Besides, I hit you with an axe. I didn't cut you. This is a life-saving grace, do you understand? Hey, hey! "

Before I could finish my sentence, the old man brought it up.

Then I was sent to the hospital in the small town, and I was given two injections, I don’t know what it was, and then a group of foreigners, who looked like a family, whispered beside me, making me upset, mainly It's a sentence I can't understand.

"Can you speak Chinese? I'll go...I don't understand me!"

I yelled at them, but the middle-aged man didn't seem to have any hatred for me. He took my hand, stroked my forehead, and said, "You need to have a good rest, my son." The last two words are taking advantage of me again... Huh?etc!
I stared at the foreigner, frowning slightly, he called me his son, and I seem to have crossed over again now, this is a small town in Europe, could it be...

Looking at the old man, I don't speak English, but I remembered the name of the boy who looked like me when the landlady read from the diary, so I called out, "Vijay?"

Shouting, I pointed my finger at my nose.

The old man froze for a moment, with a finally relieved expression on his face, and then gave me a hug, as if a silly son who had lost his memory suddenly regained his memory.

shit...

isn't it?
What is the situation?

I was completely stunned. In this stunned state, I stayed in the hospital for two days and one night. I completely realized that I was not dreaming, and everything was actually happening. I have time-traveled.

I am a person with relatively strong adaptability. While being confused, I gradually adapted to life here.

But I didn't give up the idea of ​​leaving here, because I still don't know whether the proprietress is dead or alive.But how should I go back?Also, why did I actually become that cult leader?

I feel very depressed.

Because I have never been able to speak English, and I am too lazy to learn, Vijay's family members feel that I have not recovered from my amnesia.So, one afternoon, the middle-aged foreigner who was knocked out by me before, it was Vijay's adoptive father who called me to his room.

The moment before I entered his room, I thought this Vijay was just an adopted son.

But when I entered the room, the old man took out a lot of notebooks, notes, and toys to find my memories, and then I discovered something that surprised me, Vijay was not the adopted son of this family!

In the beginning, I didn't think of this at all. The middle-aged man told me a lot in English, and then pointed out everything to me.As for me, I kept complaining in Chinese, and finally, the middle-aged man took out a painting, an oil painting. Although the woman in the painting was young, I could tell that this person was the middle-aged man and his wife.

Then, the middle-aged man pointed to his wife's stomach, and then to me.

I don't understand what it means, just a dry laugh, but I can't laugh anymore... I grabbed the middle-aged man's hand and pointed to the woman in the painting: "Hey? You mean, this is She drew it when she was pregnant, and when she was pregnant with me?"

I pointed to the woman's belly, and then to me.

The middle-aged man nodded with a smile.

Hey?
Something's wrong, isn't Vijay an adopted son?this……

I pointed to myself, and then to the middle-aged man: "I am your...son?"

The middle-aged man understood and nodded to me.

But the corner of my mouth twitched, and my heart was broken, man, stop making trouble, you have a big heart, you are a man with yellow hair and blue eyes, and your wife is broken with black hair and black eyes, God gave you a soul Accidentally painted a layer of green paint on the halo, right?

(End of this chapter)