If you become a monster, you will succeed.

Chapter 139 Eat My Meal

Benita only felt as if she had encountered the legendary immobilization technique, her whole body was stiff and unable to move, and she couldn't even speak, so she could only silently look at the man who inexplicably broke into her home.

The other party is thin, about 1.8 meters tall, wearing a gorgeous evening dress, with a half mask as pale as bones on his face, and looks more like preparing to attend a masquerade ball than a criminal who committed a crime elegant gentleman.

"Ma'am, don't be nervous, I'm off work now, and I just want to eat something good before going back to hell."

"Off work? Hell? What is he talking about?" Benita, who was secretly looking at the man, was so frightened by the man's sudden opening that her heart skipped a beat. Just as she was thinking about the deep meaning of the man's words, the man suddenly said :

"Ma'am, I have to say that the kitchen utensils in your home are very incomplete, and the kitchen knives are also lacking in maintenance. Are you really using them well?"

The man narrated the sorrows of the kitchen utensils in a poetic aria, while taking out a piece of beef, he tapped the steak lightly with a small hammer that he had bought and hadn't used much, and muttered in his mouth:
"Really, don't you usually use a small hammer to make beef? To make delicious steaks, the strength of beating is very important. If you add onions, honey and other accessories, ordinary beef can be made into top-grade Wagyu. The taste is instant, but as a home-cooked dish, it doesn’t need to be so exaggerated, and the proper chewiness can make people fully enjoy the bite.”

"This man...is teaching me how to cook?" A sense of absurdity surged into Benita's mind, suppressing all the original fear.

"Oh, the weather is still relatively cold now, although I prefer clear soup, but in order to fit the local habits, let's make mushroom soup..."

The man explained the steps and ingredients of the cooking on his own, and from time to time he would make complaints about the use marks of the kitchen utensils, which made Benita start to think whether she really didn't know how to cook as he said.

A full-time housewife can't cook?
This is simply an insult!
But smelling the captivating fragrance, she couldn't help but feel her saliva secreting.

She really wanted to swallow the saliva secretly, but her stiff body made it difficult for her to swallow, so the saliva flowed out of the corner of her mouth uncontrollably.

"Ahhh! You should kill me!"

Benita screamed frantically in her heart, but the man's movements were still graceful and skillful. After Benita continued to suffer for more than an hour, a sumptuous dinner was finally cooked.

Cream of mushroom soup with pan-fried veal, side dishes are broccoli and potato salad. This is a relatively standard Victorian dinner. The home-cooked dishes smelled more ecstatic than expected.

Benita watched the other party put the food on the plate casually, and then walked behind her, and there was a slight but very existential sound of eating in her ears.

"..."

The sound of mushroom soup sliding down the throat, the sound of beef being torn and chewed, the sound of mashed potatoes and crispy vegetables mixed in it...

These sounds, which should have been undetectable, seemed to be close at hand, piercing into Benita's ears, crazily stimulating her stomach.

This kind of torture lasted for more than ten minutes, and with the sound of the soup being swallowed, everything finally came to an end.

That figure appeared in Benita's field of vision again. He put the used tableware into the sink and cleaned it quickly. The white gloves that had not been taken off were not stained at all.

Just when Benita's thoughts were in confusion, the sound of the door lock suddenly came from the direction of the entrance. She didn't know why her hearing was so good today, but at this time, it was obviously not the time to think about such things.

"Oh, no! Damn it! Jones, don't come in! You shouldn't be coming back at this time!" Benita wanted to scream loudly, but her voice couldn't make a sound at all, and her mind kept coming up When the story of the victim was killed because he returned home while the gangster was committing the crime, his breathing became short of breath.

"Honey, I'm back, what's for dinner today?"

Her husband's voice came from the door, but what Benita saw was the turning of the man who put the tableware back.

"It's over! Oh, my God! Who will save us!" Benita's eyes were full of despair, but the next moment, the man just smiled and said:

"It looks like I should go, thank you for the ingredients, beautiful lady."

Listening to the other party's tone as if reciting poetry, Benita saw in horror that the other party suddenly opened his hands, as if directly raising a shadow, and dragged out a cloak that seemed to be woven from darkness, following that Two cloaks wrapped his body, and that man, just in front of his eyes, disappeared...

"Oh, dear, so you are here, I thought you were not at home..."

At the same time, Jones Nordman walked into the restaurant, saw his wife, walked over immediately, and said with a surprised face:
"Oh my God, this smells so good! What did you do today?"

Benita suddenly felt her body loosen, and her stiff body almost fell to the ground. She was surprised to find that she had regained her ability to move without knowing when. She quickly reached out and wiped off the saliva dripping on the front of her clothes, and turned around and said:

"No, it's nothing, try... yes, just try a new trick!"

"That's really worth looking forward to!" Jones didn't notice his wife's strangeness, and turned back to the door to start changing clothes.

Benita carefully moved her body, which was a little sore from standing still for more than an hour, and walked to the pot. If there were not many ingredients in the pot at this time, she would even wonder if what she saw before was just a hallucination !
Putting the man's leftover food on a plate, Benita found that it happened to be a dinner for two, and couldn't help but wonder if it was just a coincidence.

But it was useless to think so much at this time, she put the dishes on the table a little nervously, but she was recalling the surreal things in her heart.

She didn't intend to tell her husband what happened today, because it had no meaning other than making herself look like a mentally ill person. No one would believe that she met a visitor from hell who could hold the body and disappear at will. It doesn't feel like someone is invading a mansion in a rich neighborhood just to borrow ingredients to cook a meal.

"What is that person? What is the job he was talking about? And hell..." Benita's heart was so confused that her husband's scream interrupted her thinking:
"Oh my God! This is absolutely the best beef I've ever had in my life! How the hell do you do that, honey? It's way better than that damn hotel! Little Jimmy and little Hannah tomorrow I’ll be back at night, when the time comes, you can make another one and let them try it too!”

Listening to her husband's exaggerated emotion, Benita inserted a piece of beef and put it into her mouth with a heavy heart.

At that moment, all random thoughts were swept away, replaced by only one thought——

"Should I take a note now and write down everything I still remember? But... can I really reproduce this smell?"

　I've said it many times about ghost stories, but I'd better say it again.

　　First, the influence of legends on ghost stories: Xiantian ghost stories are different from acquired ghost stories. Innate ghost stories come from legends, so ghost stories will be greatly influenced by legends. For example, everyone thinks that Thor is lustful, and after Thor appears, he will be lustful.As for acquired ghost stories, whether it is the promotion of the ancient wraith spirit or the modern garbage man of Infinite City, they all have their "self" before they become ghost stories, and they will be much less affected by the legend, even if all "believers" think you should be lewd , you can also not be lecherous, but the more you fit the legend, the more power you can get from the legend.

　　Second, acting as a ghost story: Under the premise of having a corresponding label, actively imitating and acting as a ghost story or even a myth that has existed for a long time can relatively easily gather ghost story entries, but correspondingly, the power share of a ghost story itself is limited. If you play with multiple people, each person will get less share, and it may also activate the "prototype" of ghost stories, so if you play an existing ghost story, you have to face two problems-competition between players who play the same ghost story, and The awakening of the original strange story.Mysterious readers can simply check the problem of the mutual predation of characteristics between the same pathway and the recovery of the great existence at the top of the sequence.

　　
　
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