Monument of Life and Death

Chapter 726: High-speed service area

Chapter 726 High-speed service area

At the same time, a call rang in his ear.

"Xiaolan, wake up..."

The sound comes from outside the dream.

Xiaolan quickly escaped from the dream state, slammed a joke, and opened his eyes.

"Oh, it looks terrified," Qin Yin stretched out his hand to follow Xiaolan's bangs, "Sister Xiaoyin didn't mean to...get off the car, Xiaolan, let's go out to eat."

"Um..." Xiaolan looked out the car window blankly.

The night was getting dark, and their car was parked in darkness.

"Where is this?"

"Let me see... Pingtai service area, we are at Pingtai," Luo Jiutian released the seat belt, "It's like a small service area, there are no cars."

Only then did Xiaolan see clearly that their car was parked on the edge of an empty parking lot, and there was a dark building on the right.

Opening the car door, there was a biting night wind on her face. The cold wind blew Xiaolan's warm face and aroused goose bumps all over her.

Xiaolan quickly tightened the skirt of his clothes, and followed everyone to the side building.

The building is low and low, but the floor area is not small. The five neon characters of "Pingtai Service Area" are shining on the roof. They are the brightest things in the dark night.

"It doesn't look very clean," Qin Yin hesitated standing at the door, "Is there really no service area in front?"

Qin Yin’s voice just fell to the ground, and lights suddenly lit up in the windows of this building.

"Look, let others hear it," the fool teased, "They just didn't turn on the lights. Look, it's not very clean inside."

Following the large windows on both sides of the main entrance, they could clearly see the furnishings in the house. Several rows of tables and chairs were neatly placed in the middle of the room. There were several stalls selling food inside, which was an ordinary high-speed service station dining area.

It’s just that the room is silent, and no one can be seen.

Qin Yin stood outside the window and looked inside.

"There seems to be no one inside."

"Everyone turns on the lights, how come no one entertains them?" Baomu shivered, "Aren't we going in? It's cold outside."

Luo Jiutian and Chief Dao stopped the car and walked over, "Why don't you go in?"

"Daoist! I think it's weird!" Qin Yin raised his hand and shouted loudly, "There is no one inside!"

Tao Chang looked into the window a few times, turned his head and asked Baomu, "Baomu, is there a strange smell in it?"

"Where is there any strange smell?" Baomu muttered, "And there are people inside, I can smell it..."

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in the window, and Qin Yin, who was guarding the window, was startled.

"My God!" Qin Yin suddenly jumped behind the fool.

In the window, there is an old woman with a kind face.

The old man is about seventy years old and full of silver threads. She is standing in the window, looking at them curiously.

"Come on, we are treated as weirdos," Luo Jiutian waved, "There are so many of us, what are we afraid of?"

The fool dragged Qin Yin, the Taoist took Xiaolan, and the group finally opened the door and walked in.

The old woman greeted her with a smile.

"Did something happen outside?" The old woman greeted enthusiastically.

"Uh... No, we have a companion who has trouble with legs and feet. Wait for her to come."

The fool pointed at Qin Yin, and Qin Yin rolled his eyes in return.

"It's weirdly cold outside..." The old woman led them to a table and pointed to the menu hanging at the food stall. "The ready-made ones are sold out. See what you want to eat. You are ready."

Everyone simply ordered a few kinds of fried noodles and fried rice, and watched the old woman walk into the kitchen swiftly. After a while, there was a crackling cooking sound from the door.

"Isn't she alone here?" Qin Yin looked at the kitchen door, "Will we order too much? Is she doing it?"

"You are still worried about this," said the fool. "They are in business, and business is better than no business."

Baomu nodded in agreement, "And she is not the only one here."

"Huh? Is there anyone else?" Luo Jiutian looked up, "Is it in the back kitchen?"

"Maybe... it's inside anyway," Baomu said.

At this time, there was a clang in the kitchen, and within a few seconds, the door opened with a creak. The old man brought out two plates of fragrant fried rice and walked over with a smile.

"Auntie, it’s no more trouble, let’s all have fried rice," Luo Jiutian got up and took the plate and asked, "Are you the only one to cook?"

"Isn't it, who else?" The old man said as he walked back to the kitchen, "I just made a pot of fry, so I will serve it for you..."

Everyone looked at Baomu.

"Didn't you say that there are other people here?"

"How do I know," Baomu was also inexplicable, "Maybe no one else can cook."

The old man brought out three plates of fried rice. Several plates of fried rice were bright and attractive, and the smell was amazing.

Qin Yin completely forgot the anxiety just now, and he lifted the spoon and went over.

"Well, it's delicious!" Her eyes lit up, "It's really delicious."

Everyone started moving.

Xiaolan had no appetite. She raised her chopsticks to look at the plate, sighed, and put down the chopsticks again.

"I want to go to the bathroom."

"I go with you."

Qin Yin swallowed the rice grains in his mouth and quickly got up.

"Sister Xiaoyin, no," Xiaolan hurriedly stopped, "I can go by myself, it should be a long time... Is that the bathroom?"

She pointed to a wooden door with a toilet sign on the right side of the lobby.

"should be."

"I can do it by myself," Xiaolan stepped over, "You can eat first, don't worry about me."

Xiaolan ran to the bathroom door in a few steps, reached out and pushed the door, squeaked, and the door opened.

The bathroom is also very clean and tidy, the ceramic tiles and floor tiles are clean and bright, the doors of the two compartments are opposite, and the two large mirrors are facing each other.

There is no one inside.

Xiaolan did not walk to the compartment, but came to the mirror.

She looked at herself in the mirror.

I feel a lot haggard.

She looked down at her wrist and tried to get her pulse.

Nothing came out.

Uncomfortable.

She reached out her hand to lift her hair behind her ears, and touched her forehead again.

Since I woke up, my chest was stuffy.

Is it because of that dream? Or something else?

What happened to that white cat?

I have indeed heard of a white cat. It was a flying cat who used to serve as a bodyguard for Komatsu with Black Skin.