The fragments of memory woke up again, as if soaking in a hot spring, the warm steam penetrated into the corners of the body, and then the spiritual will was shrouded in a fog, unconsciously relaxed, and the boundary between reality and imagination began to blur.Fragmented memories flashed scattered with the wandering of footsteps, some pictures, some fragments, and a voice surging chaotically in my mind, but there was no clear context, but because the amount of information was too large and too mixed, it became chaotic, so that the brain was a little swollen.Wait a minute.I caught a ray of light in the corner of my eye, and subconsciously looked at the light, but I only caught the refraction of a light projected on the mirror, and I couldn't really see any specific scene, but I vaguely felt that the decoration of a mirror in the corridor was a little weird.However, the direction of the footsteps is not the direction of the light projection, but the gradual distancing, so the inner confusion can only be suppressed temporarily, and the four friends are scattered like this, but Hordon has no time to take care of them now, and then they must fight separately.Now that he has just entered the interior of the Arena Palace, he is not sure of what is going on, and the flashback memory fragments are not helpful, he should not be eager to explore for the time being, keep a low profile, focus on his work, wait patiently for the opportunity, and then start exploring, this is the right way to open.But then something was strange - not because it was strange, but because it was normal.Horden is indeed performing the work of the waiter, tidying up the tabletop, setting the tableware, adjusting the light, moving the sofa, etc., all of which are the basic work of the waiter, there is nothing unusual about it, because it is too normal and seems a little strange, Horden even began to suspect that he really came to serve as a waiter.Coupled with the seemingly strict but lazy security measures at the door, this seems to prove the situation at this time, but it is just an ordinary banquet, and there is nothing greasy.But that's all the waiter work for a night at four crooks?
It's not that Horgan doesn't believe it, it's that the aristocracy is too generous—they're not well-trained waiters, but poor students and vagabonds, and isn't that a waste of money?
Holden believed that if it was really just a simple waiter's job, the cost of one crowe a night would probably be a large number of people willing to participate.It's still the kind of disobedience that is surging, the disobedience that is difficult to describe and can't see through, but it can't tell whether it's too sensitive or really too weird, Hoden prefers the latter - the dinner party, which is normal from beginning to end, reveals the indescribable and incomprehensible disobedience everywhere, and even the dark tide under the calm surface can't be felt, everything is too ordinary, and that "ordinary" seems to be hiding something.Successively, Hodden began to pick up unusual clues: in the center of a rectangular ballroom, the waiters put together multiple tables to form a stage, then spread red velvet tops, and placed poles and chairs, among other things.In a small living room for afternoon tea, there are single or double sofas around it, arranged around the large round table in the center, but pillows, silk scarves, candles, long whips and other strange items are stacked on the table.In the palatial entertainment room, a dark red couch is placed, and three loveseat sofas are placed in a triangle in front of it, and next to it are tightly covered treasure chests.Every room, every corner, seemed to be decorated with something, but it was scattered somewhat randomly, and finally formed a simple stage, or "display stand" should be more appropriate, reminding Hoden of the small and complete booths in the exposition.But what exactly do these stands show?
As the waiters drew to a close, the answer was leaked, and the Arena Palace was bustling with a large number of people, entering different rooms.Slightly different from the waiters, this group of men and women were all dressed uniformly, but not in black suits, each wearing a floor-length black silk cloak robe, wrapping himself so tightly that he could not see anything inside, reminiscent of a mysterious mage.The most obvious and direct difference is that the waiters represented by Hoden all wear only blindfolds, that is, half masks - the blindfolds do not cover the eyes, they can still have vision, and their noses and mouths can breathe freely.And these people who appeared in front of them, all of them wore full masks, which tightly covered their entire faces, and the exquisite masks also had intricate headdresses, patterns and colors, and the masks themselves were a work of art.The intuitive difference brought by the mask is that the waiters are real people, and the blindfold is just a prop to hide their identity, just like "Zorro"; But the others are illusory beings, whose identities and personalities have been erased by the masks, and transformed into mysterious symbols, and the "I" is no longer me.The scarlet carpet, the gold-colored carvings, and the high and empty ceilings make the atmosphere of the entire space mysterious and blurred, so that the footsteps follow the depth and shallowness of the ground.Moreover, some traces could be faintly caught in the gaps in the robes lifted by their walking steps, but there was no sign of socks or trousers, and the tall figure and proportional proportions proved the secret guess in their hearts, not only Horden, but also the other waiters.Very strange.Every move creates a dreamlike illusion, and consciousness and thoughts are flooded up, wandering in the warm air of the room, just like the feeling I experienced at the "St.
Peter's Examination Center", but it is not so profound, and the vague and illusory feeling is lighter.Although Hodden had never tried Sparrow Silver, he felt that the feeling should be very close at this time.Of course, the scene in front of you is indeed very strange, especially for poor students and homeless people, as if the imaginary story is evolving into reality: it seems to be a high-class aristocratic party, mysterious and unpredictable, even the air is filled with ambiguous warmth.The bizarre images spread out in the field of vision, and the hazy and blurred atmosphere made people feel in a trance, unable to distinguish which ones were real and which were their own cranky hallucinations, and unconsciously fell into a wandering that was both real and illusory, as if stepping on the clouds, and the whole world began to turn upside down, spinning, and spinning again......
Everything is starting to get unreal.()