Jing Minghe narrowed his eyes and whispered, "So they have different actions too."
"What?" Wen Sha asked curiously, "Have you discovered something?"
Jing Minghe thought for a moment and asked Wen Sha, "If I asked you to point out which of the two little girls injured you now, could you recognize her?"
Wen Sha didn't understand what Jing Minghe meant and just shook her head, "Impossible, they are exactly alike. If they don't identify themselves, how can anyone tell them apart?"
Jing Minghe said, "You're right, they are exactly alike. From the moment we saw them, their actions, their expressions, were completely identical."
"That's right," Wen Sha's eyes suddenly widened, "When I spoke to them, I noticed it. Although they were sitting on either side of me, every time I turned my head to speak to the other, I doubted if I had actually turned my head, because there was no difference at all."
Jing Minghe nodded and said, "So, one of them stabbed you, and her actions were different from the other. Why would this difference appear?"
Wen Sha followed Jing Minghe's words and guessed, "Could it be that this difference is a riddle the instance gave us?"
She paused, then added, "But why us two? Aren't we in the tenth carriage? Why is this happening? Is this... is this still the tenth carriage?"
Jing Minghe scanned the corners of the room and replied to Wen Sha, "Yes and no."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean," Jing Minghe explained, "the tenth carriage was originally an independent space. I said before that the train we are on is the new instance."
As Jing Minghe spoke, he looked towards the room of the two little girls and continued, "This train has a total of eleven carriages, not including the initial eleventh carriage. I guess this instance requires us to pass ten levels, and the two of us are the participants of the first level. As for the selection rules for the instance, they cannot be determined for now."
"Ten levels?" Wen Sha murmured, "If two people are chosen to participate each time, everyone should at least participate twice. If someone fails..."
Wen Sha also looked towards the room of the two little girls, as if talking to herself or asking Jing Minghe, "If they fail, will they die? Will there be another chance?"
Jing Minghe smiled helplessly, "Why think so much? Instead of wasting brain cells thinking about these things, it's better to focus on the current level."
Wen Sha was silent for a moment, then nodded, "You're right, I'm overthinking it."
Wen Sha knew very well that the answers to her previous questions would naturally emerge as the instance progressed, and it wouldn't help much in clearing the instance. It would only add to her own troubles.
Soon, the hostess finished preparing the meal and called them to eat.
"Guests, the food is ready. Please come and eat."
As soon as the hostess finished speaking, the door to the twins' room creaked open, and the two little girls, once again in unison, walked out of the room and went directly to the dining room without their mother speaking.
Jing Minghe nodded to Wen Sha and walked to the dining room with the hostess.
The meal was quite lavish, with both meat and vegetarian dishes, four dishes and one soup, and a large pot of rice.
The hostess enthusiastically served rice for Jing Minghe and Wen Sha, urging them not to be polite and to eat their fill.
Wen Sha had been stabbed in the stomach by the little girl earlier, and in her mind, this was a game level, the most dangerous place. She had no appetite and dared not casually eat the food. She could only symbolically put a few dishes in her bowl and, under the hostess's urging, take a small bite, chewing it in her mouth, unsure whether to swallow it or to secretly spit it out when the hostess wasn't looking. Sudan Novel Network.
Jing Minghe didn't think too much. The hostess's cooking was quite appetizing, and he tasted a couple of bites. He didn't feel anything strange, so he ate with confidence.
After all, they had to stay here for three days and couldn't go without eating or drinking.
Jing Minghe didn't stop eating. Seeing how enthusiastic the hostess was and how conflicted Wen Sha looked, he tried to chat with the hostess to divert her attention and gather some information.
"Sister, your two little girls are so cute," Jing Minghe asked the hostess with a smile, "What are their names? How old are they?"
The hostess put down her bowls and chopsticks, turned to look at the twins, and smiled, "Tell big brother your names. How old are you?"
"I'm Feifei, I'm six years old."
"I'm Feifei, I'm six years old."
The twins answered Jing Minghe at the same time.
Wen Sha heard this and asked doubtfully, "Do they have the same name?"
"No," the hostess explained with a smile, "one is the 'fei' from flying, and the other is the 'fei' from right and wrong."
After hearing the hostess's explanation, Wen Sha became even more confused. Two girls, one named 'fei' for flying and the other 'fei' for right and wrong. While it wasn't impossible, it just felt a bit strange.
Jing Minghe continued to chat with the hostess. After asking about the twins, he asked about their father. Strangely, no matter how Jing Minghe asked, the hostess always evaded the questions, clearly avoiding any mention of her husband.
"By the way," Jing Minghe finally asked directly, "Do you know why your husband invited us here?"
The hostess froze for a moment, then smiled and said, "You are my husband's friends. No matter why he invited you, I welcome your arrival. Please feel at ease to stay here. If you need anything, just tell me. Don't be polite."
Jing Minghe smiled slightly, "Okay, thank you."
"Mom," one of the little girls suddenly spoke alone, looking at the hostess, grinning, and said in a slightly strange voice, "Daddy has already eaten."
Jing Minghe noticed that after the little girl said this, the hostess trembled slightly and quickly said, "Yes, Daddy has already eaten. You two eat obediently, no need to wait for Daddy."
The little girl who spoke giggled, while the other little girl suddenly started crying, resting her head on the dining table.
This crying and laughing, while completely opposite to their previous uncanny synchronization, was also opposite in a strangely consistent way. The crying and laughter seemed to be on the same frequency, completely overlapping.
"Shut up!" The hostess slammed the table hard, stood up, twitched her mouth twice, and roared at her daughters, "No crying! No laughing! Go back to your rooms, immediately! Now!"