Chapter 698: Livestock for Slaughter
No clue…
Fang Shenyan was lying on the stretcher and looking at the ceiling. The previous series of scenes made his head start to hurt.
The store manager task is not an unsolvable task, which means there is still a way to survive.
Everything he has experienced before, including every detail he remembers and does not remember, may contain clues.
But after all, he was the last one to enter the game, so he still had to ask Su Chenghe about some things.
"How long do you have?"
When Su Chenghe heard this, his face became even more ugly. He crouched his neck and glanced outside, and said in a deep voice:
"Three minutes at most!"
Su Chenghe's experience was almost the same as Fang Shenyan's. He was also unconsciously attracted to the smell of frying.
After arriving here, I went to the kitchen first and saw those weird fried foods.
However, his powers of observation were not as detailed as Fang Shenyan's, and he did not capture the chef's identity.
But to reach his level, the level of vigilance is far beyond that of others.
Almost as soon as he realized that the situation in the kitchen was strange, he tried to escape.
But it's too late.
The door was left open, but no matter how many times he walked out, he would eventually return to the room.
He once tried to force a breakthrough with copybooks, but the outcome was already obvious.
As soon as the copybook was taken out, he was tied to the stretcher.
When he woke up, he found that his right foot was missing.
Therefore, Su Chenghe's situation is not much better than Fang Shenyan's, and is even more disadvantaged.
He didn't even get any clues from the other stretchers and was trapped on the stretcher.
After Su Chenghe briefly recounted these experiences, time became less and less.
There were no clues about this experience, but there was one point that caught Fang Shenyan's attention. He tilted his head and asked:
"You mean, your feet disappeared at the same time you were attacked, right?"
Su Chenghe's face was pale, but he was not in any pain. He responded in a low voice:
"Yes.
I woke up missing my right foot. ”
There was a kind of despair on his face, and he said to himself:
"It's my fault that I wasn't careful enough and was led into this room and into a certain death situation.
And because the incident happened so suddenly, I had no chance to observe clues, so..."
Strictly speaking, Su Chenghe did not make any mistakes in his actions.
It's just that he underestimated the strength of this ghost and overestimated the copybook.
Fang Shenyan had no time to pay attention to his regrets. This premature loss of his right foot was suspicious.
After thinking for a moment, he said in a deep voice:
"The chef and ingredients are all there.
So what is missing..."
Diners…
In the kitchen, Fang Shenyan saw the chef's face, which was himself.
And now he was tied to the stretcher, and he was obviously the food.
The chef and ingredients are all my own, so who will be the third party, the diners?
The answer is obvious, diners are themselves.
Fang Shenyan frowned and subconsciously glanced at Su Chenghe's right leg.
He was also unconscious and was tied to a stretcher after he regained consciousness, which was similar to what he experienced in the second half of Su Chenghe.
But why did Su Chenghe lose his right foot early?
This must be important.
Thinking of this, Fang Shenyan hurriedly asked:
"Do you remember what you did before losing consciousness?
You must have overlooked some important detail, otherwise you shouldn't have lost your right foot early. ”
Just through this inquiry, Su Chenghe realized the key to the matter.
Fang Shenyan's point of view is: It is extremely unreasonable for Su Chenghe to lose his right foot prematurely.
But why did that ghost do this?
The answer is that it can't be done. Then, Su Chenghe's foot must have touched some key information, and even a way out.
Failure to excise will result in a failed kill.
Su Chenghe's brain started to work, and he explained everything he experienced after arriving in the room in detail.
Another minute passed, and there was only one minute left before Su Chenghe's "death date".
But neither of them was impatient, nor did they dare to be impatient. They tried to analyze the clues calmly.
Fang Shenyan frowned after hearing this. He put himself in his shoes, but couldn't find any doubts.
"No...there must be something missing."
Suddenly, the black garbage bag outside the door of 1604 flashed in his mind.
At that time, he felt that there was something abnormal about the bag. When he was about to check it, he was attracted by the smell of oil smoke and entered the room uncontrollably.
From this perspective, is that black garbage bag an important clue?
Fang Shenyan took a breath of cold air. He suddenly thought that there was a dark yellow liquid that looked like oil stains oozing out from the bottom of the garbage bag.
It was similar to the pool of liquid at the door of the room, except that it was darker.
Clues seem to be starting to point to the mysterious black garbage bag.
But because it was not in this room at all, it was forgotten by the two of them.
He quickly said to Su Chenghe:
"There is a black garbage bag at the door of 1604, do you remember?"
Su Chenghe's face was startled, and a flash of panic suddenly flashed in his eyes. He had obviously thought of something, and said in a hurried tone:
"Of course I have, I even opened it!"
"Tell me the details."
When Su Chenghe heard this reminder, he knew the importance of the matter and quickly said:
"I was automatically taken to the sixteenth floor after I came down from the eighteenth floor.
At that time, I didn't pay much attention to the location of the door. I just checked the door from door to door.
At 1604 hours, I tried to knock on the door, but accidentally stepped on something soft.
That's exactly what the black garbage bag is.
It was the right foot that stepped on it..."
When Su Chenghe said this, his tone was a little sad.
When he heard Fang Shenyan talk about the bag, he understood why his right foot was amputated, so he showed a hint of panic.
“I stepped on the bag unconsciously, and a large puddle of dark yellow liquid flowed out along the bottom.
My whole right foot was stuck in it.
When I opened it, I discovered that it contained some turbid waste oil. ”
A look of surprise appeared on Fang Shenyan's face, because he suddenly realized a problem.
In other words, the oil stain at the door is actually because of the Sucheng River.
It was his arrival that brought the oil stains on his right foot into the room.
"Could it be that oil is one of the components of a road?"
Otherwise, why would that ghost cut off Su Chenghe’s right foot that stepped on the waste oil...
When the two said this, there was a sound of footsteps in the empty room.
Fang Shenyan and Su Chenghe looked up at the same time, and two slender figures appeared in front of each other.
One on the left and one on the right, standing next to two stretchers.
They are dressed in the same uniform, like the white costumes worn by chefs.
Only the exposed skin of the body is covered with sleeves or gloves, except for the face.
Fang Shenyan finally saw the chef face to face for the first time.
"Fang Shenyan" stopped beside the stretcher, not moving, looking at him with a cold and ruthless look in his hands.
The left hand of "Su Chenghe" is a sharp bone-picking knife, and the right hand is holding a large iron bucket.
His footsteps did not stop, but walked along the bottom of the stretcher to the middle side and placed the iron bucket at his feet.
He looked at Su Chenghe on the stretcher with lifeless and blank eyes.
It seems that in its eyes, this is not a living person, but just a domestic animal waiting to be killed.