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"Are you serious?"
Du Jue never expected Zhu Hongshizi to have such an unconventional way of thinking. "I don't care, but this is a derivative of L Company's anomaly. If you want it, you can go to the branch to explore."
"The cost-effectiveness is too low. Just thinking about the out-of-control singularity technology inside makes me lose interest. Even the most greedy firms don't dare to delve into it now."
The crimson cross shook its head.
He took a deep breath, turned his head, and nodded to Du Jue. "Wen Duo, I've learned about your strength from Mirina, but please follow my orders later. After all, the enemy is the Twisted One, whose intelligence is scarce, and they are much more dangerous than the one you're carrying."
"of course."
Although Du Jue was somewhat worried about Yi Yin's situation, he couldn't very well become an inside man now.
The three left the restaurant.
Pierre's Big Meat Pie.
"Do we have to have another meal?"
Du looked at the vermilion cross as he walked into the store with a puzzled expression.
Harold explained in a low voice, "We need an invitation to a cooking salon. After all, it's a gathering of eight top chefs, and only those recognized chefs will receive it. So naturally, we should target an inconspicuous one."
As they went in, Du Jue saw a white-haired woman smiling and greeting them.
"Welcome! What would you like to order? If you're a new customer, you could try our signature meat pie, or some affordable sausages."
When Pierre saw the three men arrive, he quickly notified Jack, who was chopping meat in the kitchen.
Despite working in slaughtering and cooking, Pierre was dressed in a pure white coat and trousers, even his stockings were white, making the bloodstains appear like patterns.
"He'll order."
Zhu Hongshi calmly pointed to Dujue behind him, "Can I go to the toilet? I picked up some leftover juice on the way, and wow, I only realized it was spoiled after I finished drinking it."
Hearing the vivid description of the disgusting feeling of spoiled juice from the scarlet cross, Du Jue couldn't help but think that this guy might have actually done it.
After pointing out the location of the restroom, Pierre turned to Du Jue and asked, "What would you like, sir?"
"Um, do you have any vegetarian dishes?"
The person finishing the color scheme won't do anything pointless. They'll quickly realize the other party is probably searching for the salon invitation. Now they should stall for time to prevent the other party from noticing something amiss and damaging the invitation.
Pierre's smile vanished abruptly upon hearing this, and he pointed to the image of the large meat pie shop. "Are you looking for trouble?"
"No, no, no, I just think the meat here is of very low quality. Only mediocre chefs would put sausages on the menu because they don't require any knife skills or cooking techniques, just like this restaurant, which has absolutely no culinary skills."
Take out the boning knife and avoid carving a large meat pie pattern on the back of your hand without even blinking.
With a flick of the knife, the complete paper cutout of skin landed on the table, clearly showing the pattern of a large meat pie.
Harold was surprised by this action, since no normal person would use themselves as a demonstration of knife skills and carving. But he was relieved when he thought that the other person was a workaholic who must need to relieve stress, since self-harm is not an uncommon hobby.
"you!"
Pierre, who had initially just felt challenged, darkened his expression. Wasn't this a complete challenge? To belittle her cooking skills in front of the chef was simply intolerable. "Hmph! She's just an old relic."
She pulled a bloodstained, sharp knife from under the counter. "Cut beautifully, but that's just one part of cooking!"
Immediately, the diners in the store turned their heads, and many even showed interest, praising the technique of cutting the skin without bleeding.
However, these sounds embarrassed Pierre, and Jack, who came from the kitchen, looked at him with a large bone-cutting knife.
Just as he was about to continue, he saw the red cross return and put away the boning knife. "All done?"
"Of course, the toilet here isn't very clean. There's blood everywhere. I guess the cook is bleeding from hemorrhoids."
Zhu Hongshi leaned on the counter with his elbows, and picked up the paper-cut skin with a curious look, examining it from left to right.
What the hell? !
Before he could stop any further questioning, he stepped back and looked at Pierre, who was angrily flipping over the counter.
He turned and ran out of the shop, calmly contacting Angela.
Angela: Absolutely not! Are you treating the library’s recycling program as some kind of riot control measure?
However, if you want to leave a lasting impression, creating conflict is indeed the fastest way.
A mirror image of the kitchen.
Pierre looked down at the three unconscious pieces of food lying on the ground with annoyance. "This malnourished meat is all dry and tough, and this fat pig is so fat that it would be too greasy even if it were used to make sausages."
"Um, these are what I personally picked out today, there won't be any more."
Jack, who was next to him, shrugged.
"Thanks to my handsome and reliable Jack, otherwise we would have been short of food!"
Pierre pulled the dagger out of the ingredient's chest.
Jack frowned and asked, "The Delicious Pig Gang has indeed stopped supplying, but the Bremen Band has been consistently reliable, hasn't they?"
"Um, Bremen said they're going to do something big with the orchestra. I think we should go and buy the supplies together."
Pierre turned around and stared at Gallion standing in the doorway. "Jack, look at this man, he's well-proportioned, not too fat, not too thin, just right."
Upon hearing this, Galion merely smiled faintly, clutching the pages of Crimson Night in his hand. "Alley 23, huh? Then let me test the power of the Blood Demon."
reality.
Pierre and Jack, who had just chased after them, immediately fainted, their faces still contorted with rage.
Harold, who had been chasing after them at a leisurely pace, looked at the smiling Du Jue with a puzzled expression. He simply couldn't understand why the other party possessed so many incomprehensible supernatural abilities.
Even though the other party was unlikely to become an enemy of the association, Harold couldn't help but feel a little threatened, wondering if Du Jue could not only ignite enemies with his gaze, but also dazzle others, or if he was... also twisted?
"Oh ho, what's going on here?"
Zhu Hongshi stepped out, his hands in his pockets, and pulled out a black card with his right hand. "We already have the stuff, why bother with all this?"
Seeing that some diners had come out to watch the commotion, Du Jue shrugged and immediately left with the two others.
Cooking salon.
Zhu Hongshi looked at the invitation, then at the dark interior of the music restaurant. "The date is correct, right? Why aren't the lights on?"
"Perhaps we can observe the process for the other invitees to enter."
Harold offered his suggestion.
The two then looked at Du Jue.
Du Jue, who was fiddling with his communicator, was still trying to contact Yi Yin. When his messages went unanswered, he tried making a phone call.
Surprisingly, someone answered the phone.
"Hmm? Who is it?"
Yi Yin's soft voice came through.
Just then, a green-glowing skeleton walked out of the restaurant, prompting Harold to look at it warily.
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Chapter 318 Experience.
"Dude, why are you hanging the store's light bulbs on your body?"
The crimson cross spoke first to the approaching skeleton attendant.
The waiter wasn't a skeleton; he was dressed entirely in black, with fluorescent paint outlining human bone structures on the fabric, making him look like a glowing skeleton in the dark.
"Please, everyone, take your seats with me."
The waiter bowed slightly.
Zhu Hongshizi asked repeatedly but received no response, and feeling bored, he turned around and found that Du Jue was actually on the phone.
"Wen Duo...? Oh, it seems you're someone I used to know."
Yi Yin's voice was as gentle and docile as a white snake, yet it aroused Du Jue's doubts.
What's happening here?
He gave Harold a gesture to calm him down, then stepped back a few paces and asked in confusion, "Yi Yin, what do you mean by that? Don't you recognize me? Do you know my name?"
"Well, I shed some of my snake skin before, leaving a lot of my experiences on it. By the way, are you a chef?"
Yi Yin's curious tone made Du Jue frown.
What kind of strange technology is this?
"I'm not a chef, I'm saying to eliminate it."
Du Jue, who answered in a low voice, felt increasingly uneasy. "Have you erased your memory?"
The communicator emitted several hissing sounds.
Yi Yin slowly began, "We know each other, and you're not a chef, so it seems quite necessary to meet you. May I ask where you are?"
pat.
Du Jue, who had turned off his communicator, nodded to the red cross-shaped figure who was walking over, "Let's go, let's experience the skills of the eight chefs."
Tapping.
The three followed the waiter's directions through the corridor.
Du Jue immediately understood why the other party was dressed strangely, because the interior furnishings were extremely simple, with only tables and chairs in the spacious hall, and the chefs who had already sat down there.
There wasn't a single light; once the lobby door was closed, there wasn't even a glimmer of light.
The chefs sitting on stools could only communicate in hushed tones in the pitch-black environment; if they raised their voices, it would be impossible to hear who was speaking.
The skeleton waiter who was supposed to greet them didn't come in to break the atmosphere; only the black-clad waiters were serving dishes.
Both Scarlet Cross and Harold groped their way to their seats. Although they could not see in complete darkness, it did not hinder their movement.
"What? Are the chefs' idea to create food blind boxes?"
Unable to contain herself, Zhu Hongshi turned around and asked, following the sound of discussion, "Wasn't this blind box trend popularized by the urban girl dolls? There won't be any surprises waiting in the dishes, will there?"
Immediately, someone with a high-pitched voice responded: "That's too simplistic. I think the chefs have proposed a new direction in cooking. Instead of adding various dimensions to the dining experience, why not think about it the other way around?"
"Reduce visual perception and focus more on the act of eating itself; it can even further reduce the sense of smell, touch, and even taste."
Zhu Hongshizi found this absurd. "If you don't even have a sense of taste, what's the point of eating? You're just wasting your life."
"Yes, that's right. Enjoy that simple yet satisfying feeling of fullness, keep eating until you're stuffed to death."
The tone suddenly changed, and a rapid sniffing sound came through, "Wait, can you smell it?"
"I thought it was my imagination. From the beginning, there was a very unique smell wafting over, which was not the smell of the appetizers."
His neighbor immediately echoed him.
However, some people questioned, "Why can't I smell it? Is it a secret dish prepared by the chefs?"
"Impossible, it's not time for the salon to officially begin yet."
"Oh, I think I understand now. You've never experienced a gourmet banquet, so you can't smell the unique flavor that comes with special individuals."
While listening to these discussions, Du Jue was still pondering the matter of Yi Yin. He felt somewhat relieved when he noticed the other party's unusual behavior.
Regardless of what happened to the other party, if they have no memory of themselves at all, then there is no need to worry too much; just kill them directly, which will complete the task of recovering the Seed of Light.
He had only come to understand the cannibal because of that strange feast, but he had already forgotten about it.
If the goal is to become the pinnacle of the city, then it's crucial to prevent the acceptance of Blood Demons, Insectoids, or Ogres when rebuilding a better L Nest. Of course, these individuals will need to be subject to certain restrictions.
According to his previous most lenient laws, not to mention Smile Company, more than half of the people in L Nest and its back alleys would face the death penalty at the very least.
This mad world, like this dark salon, is a mixture of good and bad, and there's someone like him who appears to be a celebrity's closetman but is actually a working-class man working for the city's stars.
Sniff.
Du Jue suddenly realized that all the guests nearby had stopped talking and were sniffing around him, as if there was some delicious food on his table.
Fortunately, the black eye veil not only allowed him to see with his eyes closed, but also gave him night vision.
He turned his head and found that the table was empty; the food hadn't been served at all.
"Brother Wenduo, why do I feel like they're sniffing our area?"
The scarlet cross spoke in a relaxed tone, but Harold sensed the wariness in it.