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v3 Chapter 1500: dinner

Fable opened his eyes, and the eyes were on the ceiling dotted with green mold. He took a breath, felt his lungs discomfort, and quickly sat up.

"here it is?"

He looked around and found himself in a broken house. The size of the room is about 15 square meters, and the furniture has all kinds of paint peeling, bug eyes, and blackening, all traces of time.

The sunlight pierced through the thick dust and shone **** the ground.

The fable walked to the window, and when he moved, the dust on the way forward also moved. With the light path, the traces of the dust's fluctuations could even be seen clearly. He walked to the window, stretched out his right hand and pushed, only to find that the window didn't move.

At this time, the hint of the **** movie sounded in my mind.

[Actor's Fable, the movie world you are currently in, "Dinner" is the path movie world, and the next stop is not a transit station. After 30 minutes, there will be a passage to the next movie world in your current room. The time is 5 minutes. 】

[Reminder: Don't let them see through your identity. 】

[Overall progress: 14%]

[Progress of the warning meeting: 14%]

[Current progress: 1%]

"They?" Fable frowned slightly, and before he could think about it, a shout came from outside the door.

"Eat!" The voice was very penetrating.

"Eating?" Fable turned around and was about to walk to the door, but the door was pushed open, and what appeared to him was a little girl who was less than one meter tall. The little girl was pale and lifeless, her eyes had no pupils, only white eyes, and she was wearing a red and black skirt. Not only did it not make people feel cute, but it made people feel embarrassed.

"Brother, it's dinner!" the little girl whispered, while looking up at the fable.

The fable was stared at by the little girl's white eyes, she couldn't help holding her breath, and a chill rushed into her forehead from the bottom of her feet.

"It's eating." The little girl didn't respond when seeing the fable, and shouted again.

"Okay, I see, come right away." The fable nodded repeatedly.

The little girl closed the door and leaped away.

The fable calms his nervousness, and now he finally understands the meaning of the prompt. "Seeing through the identity" obviously refers to the identity he plays. He folded his hands together and rubbed it twice quickly to warm his palms a little. Then, he tiptoed his right foot twice, leaving a mark, and then stepped towards the door.

...

After leaving the bedroom, you see the dilapidated living room. The wood-colored sofa on the wall of the living room has been dyed black. Even if you stand at the door of the bedroom, you can smell the smell of the sofa, like a mixture of blood and rotten eggs. The unique smell of being together is unbearable, like a hand constantly stirring the nasal cavity.

The moment the fable smelled the smell, he held his breath, but his right hand did not dare to cover his mouth and nose, because at the end of the living room was a rectangular dining table. At this time, besides the "sister", there was a woman beside the table. Judging by age, a woman may be a "mother". The woman is sitting on the short side of the rectangle, facing the living room, just enough to see him, while the girl is sitting on the left side of the dining table.

"Come on, today I made your favorite braised pork." The woman's voice came with strong penetrating power. The first voice heard in the fable was the voice of a woman.

The fable let his breathing calm down slowly, he didn't dare to inhale, fearing that he would be choked. With the hint of the **** movie, it is much easier to act. At least now he knows that not attracting the attention of the "family" is the right way to do it. It is almost no problem to spend half an hour without accidents. After all, he does not need to do anything else.

As his breathing gradually eased, his body has gradually adapted to the smell, but this adaptation made him feel uncomfortable, because the process of adapting to the smell is indescribable. Holding his breath is like standing by the side of a cesspit, while breathing gently is like The feeling of your feet slowly reaching into the cesspit, and if you fully adapt, it means that you are completely in the cesspit below your neck.

The fable walked to the dining table, every step was solemn, he was worried, and was thinking about whether he should eat it or not. After approaching, he found that there was nothing on the table, not to mention dinner, not even tableware.

Could it be...

There was a thud in the fable, and an unknown premonition emerged in his mind.

This meal must be very "difficult" to eat.

When the fable came to the dining table, I saw that there was still a dilapidated chair. Apart from a thin layer of dust, there was a large gap in the connecting part of the chair structure, which was obviously not very strong. He sat down gently, and before he could sit firmly, the chair made a "crunchy" sound.

Hearing the sound, he quickly lifted his **** up, worrying that the chair would collapse. Then, looking at the dining table, his face was full of sadness.

"Why? In a bad mood?" The woman asked with a worried look when she saw the fable.

Can't be found!

The fable's expression immediately returned to normal, as if his face changed, and then he shook his head and replied, "No."

"I'm fine." The woman smiled, showing a little bit of her teeth.

The fable happens to focus on the woman's face, and at a glance she finds that the woman's teeth are not human teeth, but serrated fangs.

"Come on, can you taste it?" The woman turned to look at the girl, stretched out her right hand and grabbed it at the dining table. After that, she maintained the gesture of grasping the chopsticks with her right hand, as if there was a pair of chopsticks in her hand, and then she extended the chopsticks towards In the middle of the dining table, the three fingers of the right thumb, index finger, and **** moved once, and then moved his hand to the girl.

"Thank you mom!" the girl yelled with joy.

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

The fable almost collapsed inside. In this situation, if he wants to last half an hour, he must "act" in the dinner scene, and he must not show any flaws. Now, there are no props on the table, and the action of eating doesn't matter at all. The problem is that he can't determine the location of the tableware at all.

This is too difficult...

The fable kept complaining, but the right hand under the dining table was still raised.

The woman turned her head back, looked at the fable, and said:

"You taste it too."

After speaking, she leaned forward a little with her upper body.

The fable looked at the woman's face. Although only the white eyes affected the judgment, he still understood the expectation from the woman's face.

"Yeah." Fable nodded, putting his right hand on the dining table, but he didn't do anything.

Are the chopsticks here? It should be symmetrical, right? I hope she has obsessive-compulsive disorder, and it must be set up properly.

Under the gaze of the woman, the fable had to grab the non-existent chopsticks and maintain the posture. During this process, he kept focusing on the woman’s face and observing the woman’s expression until he picked up the chopsticks. The expression on the woman's face hasn't changed much.

call……

The fable breathed a sigh of relief. Then, he recalled the position of the woman holding the vegetables, and stretched out his right hand to copy the other party's movements.

Suddenly, the girl shouted:

"Brother, you knocked the drink over!"

The fable was shocked, and maintained the action of picking up vegetables, sweat running down his right temple.

The girl didn't say any more, but quickly stood up and climbed under the table.

At this time, the corners of the fable's mouth twitched, madly complaining in his heart.

Why is there a drink in front of me? Which normal person would put a drink on the side where someone is sitting, isn’t there still a side where no one is sitting? Oh, forget, you are not normal people!

When the fable was thinking about how to alleviate the embarrassment, the woman spoke again.

"Don't you like to eat braised pork? I have stewed chicken soup and drink more, which is good for your health." The woman's tone was concerned.

I'm fainted? How do I know where the chicken soup is?

Even though I wanted to lift the table in my heart, there were only a few words that I could say at this time.

"I like to eat!" The fable said with a smile, and then put the "braised pork" in a bowl, and then grilled the rice, with a delicious expression on his face, but in front of him, there was only air, which still had a strange smell. air.

"Brother, do you drink? I'll pour it for you." The girl also said at this time.

The fable replied with a smile without a smile:

"Don't drink, thank you."

What the **** are you doing for me, do you have to add a cup later?

Fable buried his head, and began to count time in his heart. At this time, he caught a glimpse of the woman and the girl facing each other from the corner of his eye, as if they were reaching a consensus.

what's happenin? Found my flaw? Also, how could I have no flaws? The whole body is flawed!

Fable has to admit this in my heart~lightnovelpub.net~Brother, help me pick the beans. "The girl spoke again.

Hearing this sentence, the fable had to look up and at the same time began to analyze the position of the beans.

The girl is not tall, and the dishes that cannot be caught should be on the other side, indicating that the beans must be on the other side. However, the question is that they were looking at each other. Are they going to test me? If it is, then I might just fall into the trap. Speaking of it, the time is now almost 5 minutes, half an hour is too long, whoever eats for so long!

Since I can't deal with passively, it's better for me to take the initiative.

The parable took a deep breath, and already had an idea in his heart, he coughed slightly and replied:

"What kind of beans? Eat more meat."

After speaking, he stretched out his "chopsticks" and gave the girl a piece of "braised pork".

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