Chapter 700: Creating a way out
Su Chenghe's brain was filled with all kinds of negative emotions, and his wide eyes were bloodshot.
It was as if countless innocent souls had been lying on this stretcher, and all these tortures before death were inflicted on him alone.
Fortunately, he has strong willpower and the all-round protection of the copybook, so he can still support it.
But as time passed, the power of his copybook began to weaken in a large scale.
His staring eyes were aimed directly at Chef Su's eyes.
As their eyes met, Su Chenghe suddenly discovered a piece of important information.
This clone, which had the same build and appearance as him, didn't seem to be exactly the same.
For example, his bangs face to the left, but Chef Su's bangs hang on the right side.
Following this point, more and more differences begin to emerge.
Today he is wearing a sportswear with gray and white lines, and the pattern is tilted to the right.
But Chef Su's sportswear stripes are tilted to the left.
A strange thought suddenly overwhelmed those negative emotions, and he shouted in shock:
"Manager Fang, this ghost is our mirror image!"
Su Chenghe's remarks were actually irregular.
This was just a supernatural incident, no ghosts at all.
Whether it is Chef Su or Chef Fang in front of them, they are actually just executioners under the shadow of the ghost of the building.
Fang Shenyan did not respond after hearing this, because he already knew this.
After all, he had been a spectator for so long and discovered many details earlier than Su Chenghe.
Similarly, this is also the reason why he said that this supernatural incident has no solution once he is involved in the situation.
This can be traced back to the puddle of waste oil at the door.
The deadlock was established when people stepped on garbage bags in the Sioux City River and brought the waste oil into the door.
So why did the ghost bring in the waste oil?
A mirror image of the two chefs explains this.
Because whether it was Su Chenghe or Fang Shenyan, the first thing they did after entering the door was to look at the waste oil on the soles of their feet.
Fang Shenyan saw his own face in the puddle of waste oil, and so did Su Chenghe.
In addition, at this moment, the two chefs are mirror-image flipped.
The dim yellow light in the room and the same light reflected on the chef's meat chopping knife when Fang Shenyan was watching the scene.
He has been able to confirm that they are currently in a "mirror world" built by waste oil.
The emergence of these two chefs may be because they both created another version of themselves through waste oil.
In this way, the matter is obvious.
The way to survive is very simple. As long as anyone can wipe away the puddle of waste oil at the door, it will be equivalent to erasing the world of waste oil.
Then the two chefs disappeared, and Fang and Su who were trapped among them were naturally rescued.
Complex things have simple solutions.
This is Fang Shenyan's consistent code of conduct and way of thinking, and it can also be applied to today's incident.
But why is it said that there is no solution when there is a solution?
The reason is that this way of survival is equivalent to non-existence.
Now Fang and Su are completely trapped in the waste oil and have no ability to destroy the oil stain in the real world.
This is tantamount to pinning our hopes on the next store manager who comes here.
And how could the next store manager realize that a simple piece of waste oil could lead to both death and survival?
Although it can be cracked using the White-faced Ghost Mask, doing so would mean sacrificing the rhythm of subsequent missions.
Once the mask is put on, there is a very long cooling down period and it is too late.
"Looking for a second life..."
Fang Shenyan slowly opened his eyes, and this was the only thought in his mind.
This supernatural incident is not complicated. Starting from waste oil, chefs and ingredients appear one by one. So, where are the diners?
He looked outside the room. The dim yellow light shone on the pure white floor tiles, making everything he could see a hazy yellow.
Judging from the structure, the two of them should be in the master bedroom, so the diners are either in the kitchen or the living room.
Relatively speaking, among the three parties of chefs, ingredients, and diners, only the ingredients are tied to death.
If Fang Shenyan could become a chef or a diner, then he would have the ability to act and avoid the most direct threat of death.
But, how to do this...
Fang Shenyan gradually turned his attention to Chef Fang who was staring at him firmly at his feet.
Because Fang Shenyan had suffered facial injuries, the difference between the two parties was even more obvious.
For example, there were four slender blood marks on the left side of Chef Fang's face and five blood spots on the right forehead.
These characteristics are exactly opposite to Fang Shenyan's position.
As the mission summary clearly states, there is only one ghost in this mission, whether in the game or in reality.
Then Fang Shenyan concluded that the chef in front of him was not a ghost, and neither were the diners outside.
You can think of it as a simple NPC, simply performing killing missions.
So, since it is an NPC, it should be able to be replaced!
Fang Shenyan has begun to focus on "identity replacement" as the goal of his second life.
If he can get rid of his "ingredient" status, then the next step will be very feasible.
Likewise, the possibility of escape will be at its peak.
Fang Shenyan and the chef just looked at each other, neither moving nor speaking.
After careful observation, he concluded:
As long as he can tamper with facial features, it will be enough to complete the identity replacement.
Because the chef, the ingredients, and the diners are all the same person, it's just a mirror image.
But this is also the hardest part.
Now that Fang Shenyan was trapped on a stretcher, these seven restraints obviously had powerful supernatural power and were enough to lock him up.
How can he tamper with facial features when he can only move his fingers...
Since Fang Shenyan could not use the crime object himself, he informed Su Chenghe of his reasoning in a concise and concise manner.
These two chefs are just pure executioners, so he is not afraid of the exposure of his actions.
Su Chenghe could no longer withstand the pressure at this time, and the thin hospital gown on his body was completely soaked with sweat.
The tip of Chef Su's knife was aimed at his heart, and he pressed it down without any hesitation.
Su Chenghe arched up in pain and was immediately suppressed by the restraint belt.
A muffled groan came from the corner of his mouth, and the fluorescence of the copybook on his body was about to disappear.
"I can't do it...I only have copybooks, all of which have confrontation attributes.
Your plan requires a special functional sinful object, which I don’t have..."
When Su Chenghe said this, the darkness in his eyes became more and more intense.
Because he knew very well that he would not be able to bear the next blow.
Fang Shenyan's heart began to beat irregularly, and time began to put pressure on him.
The predicament at this moment cannot be broken unless a third person appears.
There is only a conjecture about a way out, but no ability to implement it. This is not called a way out at all.
He stared straight at his blurry reflection on the ceiling, and suddenly an unexpected thought came to his mind.
Maybe this idea can help him create a feasible way to survive!
At this moment, a cold voice sounded from his right side.
"Manager Fang, tell me about your life expectancy. Maybe I can help you."