New Times Inn

    As New Year's Day approached, Feng Qing received a reply letter, which said that he agreed to have a good chat between the two sides.

    This made Feng Qing instantly excited.

    On the one hand, she was filled with a sense of pride that she had actually made a big deal, you know, once a marginal person like her can make a big shock , will be talked about for a lifetime.

    On the other hand, Feng Qing also expressed strong dissatisfaction with this handsome young man who agreed to meet so easily.

    Sure enough, it's just toying with the feelings of our house fire!

    Scumbags are really good at disguising these days! Usually looks like a dog, isn't he also a person who sees things differently?

    Although Feng Qing has not been in a relationship for more than 20 years, this does not prevent her from seeing the betrayal of a scumbag as if she had been betrayed.

    So, Feng Qing has lost weight recently.

    In order to prevent the further development of fatty liver, Feng Qing used to eat a cucumber and eat dinner every two or three days.

    When she is hungry, Feng Qing likes to watch the food broadcasts on the Internet and watch them eat high-calorie foods such as fatty meat cakes, and her saliva will drip.

    "Hahahahahaha..."

    The sound of eating and chewing fat was amplified by a professional microphone, and the sound was almost loud.

    The appetizing picture is mixed with saliva, swallowing, and various oral sounds that are usually inaudible.

    Asmr used to be popular, but it seemed to be hit hard for some reason, but now there are many eaters who also work part-time asmr.

    Like the UP master Feng Qing watched, her radio equipment is relatively complete, there is almost no noise, and she does not talk much when eating, which is very comfortable to listen to.

    Feng Qing was fascinated by this.

     "Brothers, today I made a big piece of fat, full of oil, so drink it!"

    Feng Qing watched people eat braised pork here, and almost merged with the husky next to him.

    She imagined the scene where the fat and thin meat slowly melted in her mouth, bursting with an amazing aroma, and she heard her stomach start to growl.

    Ah, when her fatty liver is gone, she must buy two pounds of pork belly, with garlic cloves, basil leaves, roll up a large piece and stuff it directly into her mouth to eat .

    …

    However, Feng Qing, who is hungry at this moment, doesn't know one thing.

    In her backyard, there was a guest who was shivering with the voice of the fat man in the video.

    UP takes a bite of meat and he shakes it, bites a bite of meat and he shakes it.

    No one knows what happened to him recently.

    Wu Chuan has a lot of things to say to others.

    But I can't tell.

    His hearing is above average, so he can often hear sounds that others cannot.

    Since he heard strange noises in the cafeteria that night, he found that some strange changes began to appear on his body.

    He couldn't tell others about this change, but it happened to him clearly.

    He couldn't tell anyone - he seemed to have become a terrible monster.

    An exceptionally terrifying monster.

    This is just a guess of Wu Chuan.

    He didn't tell anyone about it, after all, if he said it, it would just be a fuss in their eyes.

    Oh, what a ridiculous thing.

    People in the rivers and lakes are guessing what secrets are hidden in this inn, but none of them know the truth of the matter.

    Wu Chuan felt a little hungry in his stomach.

    He clenched his fists in pain, then kept his mouth shut, trying not to think about things that would whet his appetite.

    When he wrote to the people at Six Doors before, this kind of mutation had not occurred, but recently, he slowly felt it.

    Wu Chuan buried his head in the quilt in desperation, and the voice still resounded in his ears, as if it was entangling him all the time.

    On the table in front of him, there was a letter with unfinished writing on it.

    [Today is the twenty-fourth of the winter moon. 】

    [This is also the eighteenth day that I am here. 】

    [The terrible sound is heard again. 】

    [A sound that seems to be tearing flesh and blood. 】

      】

      Sounds, but now, they are so clearly ringing in my ears. 】

    【What's the matter with me? 】

    Wu Chuan heard another terrible tearing sound.

    This time the voice was louder, I am afraid he even ate by himself. He couldn't make such a loud noise.

    He wrote the letter tremblingly, then sealed it in a secret piece of paper and tucked it under his pillow.

    The voice he knew was not heard by the rest of the inn.

    Even the guys at the inn seemed to ignore the voice.

    The voice is clearly ringing in my ears, and the voice is so clear...

    It is not that simple sound of eating, the sound of chewing is like hearing the sound from your own mouth.

    Wu Chuan from the beginning of careful testing, to repeated confirmation, and finally after ruling out all kinds of possibilities, suddenly a strange idea popped up one day.

    —could he be the only one who could hear this voice? In other words, is this voice a voice that came from his own mind?

      So looking forward to someone coming to the inn to rescue him.

    However, at this moment, he suddenly did not want that person to come over.

    If that person comes, the chewing voice in my heart is even louder, even so loud that I can't control it, what should I do?

    What if...you eat that guy?

    Another terrible tearing sound came, this time it seemed to be accompanied by the sound of bones falling off, Wu Chuan shivered again and buried his head in the quilt.

    Feng Qing finished eating her cucumber and sighed melancholy. After all, the taste of cucumber and braised pork are still different. She is deceiving herself.

    She called out the surveillance camera to see that a certain room in the backyard was still closed, and this guest hadn't come out to eat for a day.

    If he doesn't come out for dinner tonight, I'm afraid she will have to take some coercive measures, otherwise Feng Qing is afraid that he will starve to death in the room.

    "But I heard that the guest seems to be a man who wrote a storybook. I've been here for so long, and this is the first time I've seen someone who wrote a storybook. I wonder how the big brother wrote it?"

    Feng Qing continued to look at the camera again, but for some reason, the door of the room that had been closed all day and night was suddenly opened.

    A pale man rushed out from inside and stumbled out.

    "Huh?" Feng Qing was stunned and walked out subconsciously, "Where does this guest want to go? Why did he leave suddenly?"

    She came to the guest room to see if there were snakes or mice in the room that frightened the guests, but suddenly found a manuscript on the table.

    Feng Qing glanced over subconsciously, and was instantly attracted.

    She picked up the manuscript and read it for a long time, then suddenly raised her head with admiration.

    "Is this the father of Cthulhu on another world line? It's written in a strange way?"

    She silently took a few pictures of this novel that seemed to use their inn as the background, and prepared to use it as a family heirloom.

    If this eldest brother is developed in the future, he can still stay and make a memory and so on.

      Okay.

    Anyway, the joys and sorrows of human beings are not always connected.

    Therefore, no one in this world will ever know, just when Wu Chuan was still in pain because of this incident, Feng Qing was silently salute the birth of the great writer of the new century...

    On this day, Feng Qing chatted with sand sculpture netizens all over the Internet.

    The server of the forum she used to go to has not been very stable recently, sometimes it's good or bad, so Feng Qing also stopped the fun of browsing the forum some time ago, but she finally picked it up recently.

    Because of the relationship between the forum server, the recent posts seem relatively deserted, but Feng Qing always feels that after the students are on vacation for a while, this forum will welcome a new wave of small climax...

    "Crossing brother, your posts have been updated for a few months, right? How is it? Are you used to living in a different world?"

     , I already know everything, and nothing in this world will be foreign to me."

    "Understood, the answer to how long it takes for traversers to adapt to the original world is here."

    "Crossing brother is so confident every time he speaks, and then always slaps himself in the face."

    "When did I slap my face?" Feng Qing rolled her eyes, she glanced around, and finally her eyes stopped on the monitor, "It's been a few months here. , some common sense should be understood, right?"

    The so-called common sense is nothing more than eating, drinking and sleeping.

    This is the instinct of a person living in this world. Knowing common sense is not the basis for mental retardation.

    "If I can find something I don't know, then this screen, I'll eat it on the spot!"

    As soon as she finished speaking, a person next to her suddenly brought a cup of tea thoughtfully, and then smiled softly at her.

    "Are you thirsty? Have a little tea."

    "Oh, thank you." Feng Qing picked up the tea next to him, took a sip of it, and suddenly felt that the eyes next to him became hotter.

    Uh, in fact, there has been something strange about Feng Qing recently, that is, the beautiful lady who was in charge of **** when she recruited people some time ago. I don’t know why, but she always gives the impression Extraordinarily hot.

    Feng Qing pondered for a long time, and thought she wanted to be a good girlfriend with me?

    I'm a little excited when I think about it.

    However, Feng Qing didn't have many friends since she was a child, so she didn't know very well. Are the eyes of her best friend so hot?