Chapter 376 The Missing Person

Darkness, familiar darkness.

He opened his eyes and appeared in an unknown place. Unknowingly, Yao Luo had become familiar with the process.

Subconsciously, Yao Luo touched his throat. The feeling of the knife just now remained in his consciousness and had not dissipated for a long time.

"Who is that person?"

His expression was solemn. After all, Yao Luo was a figure at the level of an envoy. Even if there was a tiny flaw due to changes in the environment, the only people who could seize this flaw and make actual efforts were strong people at the same level of an envoy.

Moreover, one's own destiny must meet the standard of being good at fighting, otherwise, it would be difficult to even scratch Yao Luo's skin.

"Which commander could seize the opportunity of the train's jump and attack me? I hope Ji Zi and the others will be okay, and her weird attitude..."

Yao Luo lowered his head and thought. For some reason, his intuition told him that the woman was not hostile.

Rather than wanting to kill him, it was more like a means to help Yao Luo avoid the worst possible outcome.

"So, what's going on here? It feels a bit like the first time I encountered the "time-space turbulence"."

After calming down, Yao Luo began to observe his surroundings.

The soft red carpet is laid out with beautiful red squares, creating a harmonious sense of order that makes people feel comfortable. Even if you have obsessive-compulsive disorder, you can’t find any fault with it.

Chairs, suitcases, stroller racks, and all kinds of hotel supplies float in the air, accompanied by a variety of dreamy bubbles.

Bubbles and white shells are like clouds, dotted around the space. Just one look at them can soothe your mood and make you relax involuntarily.

"Ok?"

In the distance, a short figure was standing not far from Yao Luo, looking at him timidly.

"!"

Yao Luo's pupils narrowed. When he was thinking just now, he didn't even notice the person in front of him!
With his perception, he could clearly see not only the figure of a person close at hand, but also the tiny ripples caused by a mosquito flapping its wings thousands of miles away. But now...

"Hello?"

The person who was speaking was dressed like a hotel doorman, with light blue hair as refreshing as mint ice cream, and the pupil covering half of his eye made him look very weak.

The black uniform had a gold border on the collar, and the scarf, gloves, and bow-tied hat matched perfectly. His smart shorts and white thighs made it difficult to tell his gender at first glance.

"Can you...see me?"

Yao Luo nodded as a matter of course. Although the young man in front of him had a low presence, it was not to the level that ordinary people could not see him.

"Hoo~ That's great. Let me introduce you to you."

Hearing Yao Luo's affirmative answer, the blue-haired boy breathed a sigh of relief and began to introduce himself with a smile.

"My name is Misha, and I am a waiter at Pinocchio. You are now at the entrance to Pinocchio's dream."

As he spoke, Misha gracefully took off his hat, bent down and bowed, performing a standard etiquette.

Yao Luo looked in the direction indicated by Misha. In the distance, the red velvet carpet stretched upward. At the top, there was indeed something like a door standing in it.

It was a wide frame, large enough for a person to pass through, with hands stretching out from the crack in the center as if breaking free from shackles, making people want to look inside the hole.

“Using the “picture frame” as a door to dreams? Interesting.”

Right now, no matter what kind of environment he is facing, at least he cannot stop moving forward. If he wants to break the situation, he must first enter the situation.

"Misha, can I ask you some questions about Pinocchio?"

Yao Luo looked at the gate in the distance and was not in a hurry to leave. He finally met someone he could talk to, so he had to at least collect the necessary information.

Moreover, from his perspective, this guy who calls himself a "waiter" is not simple at all...

...............

the other side.

The moment the train moved, Xing's thoughts were pulled into a strange place.

It was a hotel with a dreamy atmosphere, and everything around her made her feel both familiar and strange.

The moment she woke up, a beautiful purple-haired woman who looked very powerful appeared beside her.

She calls herself "Huangquan" and is a sea patroller.

Although this was the first time they met, just like Yao Luo, for some reason, Xing always had a sense of déjà vu, as if the scene in front of him was not the first time it happened. The journey out of the hotel was not long, but the woman who called herself Huang Quan, like a "riddler", asked Xing many incomprehensible questions.

Like questions like "[Do you still remember me?] [If the ending of everything is already determined, will you still embark on the journey?]"

Although confused, Xing answered the questions truthfully and according to his heart.

But what happened next horrified Xing.

At the moment when the figures crossed each other, Xing seemed to feel something passing by him.

“Disgusting.”

Neon blood exploded in the air like a blooming flower.

Xing didn't even realize what hit his body. Was it light? Was it sound? Or was it some unknown alien technology?
No, neither.

It's a "knife".

A knife with patterns on the hilt that look like blood-red eyes.

Did she draw her knife? When?
Xing's thoughts were cut off at this moment, but even her most exaggerated guess could not restore the true appearance of the knife.

The truth is, as early as the moment Huang Quan's figure intersected with hers, the three processes of "drawing the sword", "swinging" and "sheathing" had already been completed.

It was simply because the knife was so fast that it even gave the air and sound time to think and react.

And the moment of blood splattering was enough for Huang Quan to leave a few more messages.

"what!!!"

"Whoohoo-"

Gasping, Xing woke up from her dream with horror on her face. She couldn't tell whether what had just happened was a dream or a reflection of reality.

"Passenger Star? Are you okay?"

The conductor's voice drew Xing's thoughts back to reality. Looking at the cute and soft Pam, her nervous mood was relieved a little.

"It's okay. I just had a nightmare. In the dream, I met a riddle man and got stabbed."

Xing shrugged and said helplessly.

"Hmm... sounds like a nightmare, Pa! You've just arrived at the Asdena system and you've encountered something like this. You'd better be careful. It seems that you have a weak resistance to memory."

Pam glanced at Xing worriedly and said soothingly.

"Don't worry. Generally speaking, dreams and reality are opposites. When you fell asleep, the train had already arrived safely."

Xing looked around and didn't see Yao Luo, even though they were sitting together before.

"The March 7 passengers are ready, and you can get off with them anytime."

"Ah."

Xing nodded and didn't take Yao Luo's disappearance to heart. She thought that he should have left while she was asleep, right?

After packing his luggage, Xing got off the train with Sanyueqi and others, feeling strange.

Then, at the entrance of the Pinocchio Hotel, Xing, who had not seen Yao Luo's figure, asked casually.

"Where's Yao Luo? Aren't we going to wait for him?"

It was just a casual question, but Sanyueqi, Jizi and Walter looked at Xing with strange eyes, as if the question asked by Xing was quite strange.

Sanyueqi was even more curious and touched Xing's forehead, muttering, "You don't have a fever, are you dreaming and confused?"

And the words that came out of Ji Zi's mouth made Xing shudder.

"Xing, from the very beginning, weren't there only five of us unknown guests on the train, including the conductor? This 'Yao Luo' you mentioned..."

"Is there this person on the train?"

Seeing everyone's puzzled but not faking looks, Xing suddenly felt his hands and feet go cold, and for a moment he could not distinguish between dreams and reality.

“This is bad…”

(End of this chapter)