Xiaolan quickly escaped from the dream, shuddered suddenly, and opened her eyes.
"Oh, you look scared," Qin Yin stretched out her hand to smooth Xiaolan's bangs, "Sister Xiaoyin didn't mean it...get out of the car, Xiaolan, let's go out to eat something."
"Well..." Xiaolan looked out the car window with a blank expression.
It was already dark, and their car was parked in darkness.
"Where is this?"
"Let me take a look... Pingtai service area, we are at Pingtai," Luo Jiutian loosened his seat belt, "It looks like a small service area, there are no cars."
Only then did Xiaolan see clearly that their car was parked at the edge of an empty parking lot, and there was a dark building on the right.
When she opened the car door, she was faced with a gust of biting night wind. The cold wind blew on Xiaolan's warm face and aroused goosebumps all over her body.
Xiaolan quickly tightened her clothes and followed the others towards the building nearby.
The building is low, but it occupies a large area. The five large neon characters of "Pingtai Service Area" are flashing on the roof, which is the brightest thing in the dark night.
"It doesn't look very clean," Qin Yin stood at the door and hesitated, "Is there really no service area in front?"
As soon as Qin Yin's voice fell, lights suddenly lit up in the windows of the building.
"Look, let others hear it," the fool teased, "They just didn't turn on the lights. Look, isn't it quite clean inside?"
Following the large windows on both sides of the main entrance, they could clearly see the furnishings in the room. Several rows of tables and chairs were neatly placed in the middle of the room. There were several food stalls on the inside. It was an ordinary high-speed service station dining area.
However, the room was completely silent, and no one could be seen.
Qin Yin stood outside the window and looked in hard.
"There doesn't seem to be anyone inside."
"Someone turned on the lights, how could there be no one to entertain them?" Baomu shuddered, "Why don't we go in? It's so cold outside."
Luo Jiutian and the Taoist priest stopped the car and walked over, "Why don't you go in?"
"Taoist! I think something is strange!" Qin Yin raised his hand and shouted loudly, "There is no one inside!"
The Taoist priest glanced into the window a few times, then turned to Baomu and asked, "Baomu, is there a strange smell inside?"
"Is there any strange smell somewhere?" Baomu said in a muffled voice, "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.
"Oh my god!" Qin Yin suddenly jumped behind the fool.
Inside the window was an old woman with a kind face.
The old man was about seventy years old and had silver hair all over his head. She was standing in the window and looking at them with curiosity on her face.
"Come on, we are being treated as weirdos," Luo Jiutian waved his hand, "There are so many of us, what are we afraid of?"
The fool dragged Qin Yin, and the Taoist priest held Xiao Lan. The group finally opened the door and walked in.
The old woman came forward with a smile.
"Did something happen outside?" The old woman greeted warmly.
"Uh... no, we have a companion who has difficulty with her legs and feet. We are waiting for her to come."
The fool pointed at Qin Yin, who rolled his eyes at him in return.
"It's weird outside..." The old woman led them to a table and pointed to the menu hanging on the stall in the eating area. "All the ready-made ones are sold out. Let's see what you want to eat. I'll give it to you right now.
Get ready."
Everyone simply ordered a few fried noodles and fried rice, and watched the old woman walk into the kitchen quickly. After a while, the sound of cooking could be heard from the door.
"She's not the only one here, is she?" Qin Yin looked at the kitchen door, "Did we order too much? Can she make it?"
"You are still worried about this," the fool said, "They are doing business, and having business is better than having no business."
Baomu nodded in agreement, "And she's not the only one here."
"Ah? Is there anyone else?" Luo Jiutian looked around, "Are they in the 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 creaked open, and the old man brought out two plates of fragrant fried rice and walked over with a smile.
"Auntie, don't bother, let's all have fried rice," Luo Jiutian stood up, took the plate, and asked, "Are you the only one cooking?"
"Isn't that right? Who else is there?" the old man said as he walked back to the kitchen. "I just happened to fry a pot, so I will serve it out for you..."
Everyone looked at Baomu.
"Didn't you say there are others here?"
"How do I know?" Baomu was also puzzled, "Maybe no one else can cook."
The old man brought out three more plates of fried rice. The color of the fried rice was bright and attractive, and the smell was also outstanding.
Qin Yin completely forgot about his uneasiness just now, raised the spoon and scooped it out.
"Well, it's delicious!" Her eyes lit up, "It's really delicious."
Everyone started to move.
Xiaolan, however, had no appetite. She raised her chopsticks, looked at the plate, sighed, and put her chopsticks down again.
"I want to go to the bathroom."
"I'll go with you."
Qin Yin swallowed the rice in his mouth and stood up quickly.
"Sister Xiaoyin, no need," Xiaolan hurriedly stopped her, "I can just go by myself. It should take quite a while... Is that the bathroom?"
She pointed to a wooden door with a bathroom sign on the right side of the lobby.
"It should be."
"I can do it myself," Xiaolan walked over, "You guys can eat first and don't worry about me."
Xiaolan ran to the bathroom door in a few steps, stretched out her hand to push the door, and with a squeak, the door opened.
The bathroom is also very clean and tidy, with clean and bright tiles on the floor, two stall doors facing each other, and two large mirrors looking at each other.
There was no one inside either.
Xiaolan did not go to the cubicle, but came to the mirror.
She looked at herself in the mirror.
I feel quite haggard.
She looked down at her wrist and tried to feel her pulse.
Nothing came out.
Uncomfortable.
She reached out and pushed her hair behind her ears, and then touched her forehead.
Ever since I woke up, my chest has been feeling tight.
Is it because of that dream? Or something else?
What happened to that white cat?
I have indeed heard of a white cat, which was Feixu who once served as Xiaosong's bodyguard with Heipi.
Is that the name?
Did I dream of his... real body?
Xiaolan scratched her head, feeling even more outrageous.
"never mind."
Xiaolan threw her arms angrily and turned around to walk to one of the cubicles.
When she opened the compartment door, she turned her gaze and looked at the small window next to her.
In the darkness outside the window, there seemed to be something strange, swaying in the wind.