When Lin Yi used the corner of his eye to peek at the dimly lit shadowy area, he suddenly had the illusion of seeing a sea of people.
His eyelids twitched violently, and the sensation of skipped frames became increasingly clear. Then he saw that group of elongated-neck people gradually fading, floating like an elusive afterimage above the silent queue that was "silently lining up".
It looked as though every person in that queue had a ghostly double image, as if their souls were stepping out of their bodies.
"Let's go, Old Lin," Wei Shan patted his shoulder, pulling his attention back.
Lin Yi shivered and averted his gaze.
"Dammit... stupid..." he cursed under his breath, "There's no one there... no one there... no one there..."
The group of five found a spot under the light and sat down.
They silently started drinking soup.
"Generally speaking, the cafeteria is a lot weirder than yesterday," Tian Bufan said as he took a bite of his dough stick.
"Yes, and..." Lin Yi added.
