Horror game, I became the group's favorite after my mind was read

Rong Lele didn't try to persuade her any further.

Sometimes it takes time to untie the knot in your heart.

Fortunately, the "Wenxiang Hotpot Restaurant" copy has been released. Although Huaqiang is not in it, the other weird employees and the big gold-toothed boss should be enough for players to enter for entertainment.

I don't know how much share of the emotional value she got when the copy was settled.

The bus will take more than half an hour to reach Rong’s house, so I’ll deal with the mistletoe on my right hand when I get home.

Rong Lele first flipped through her inbox.

[Congratulations, you have successfully constructed the "Warm and Smelly Hotpot Restaurant" dungeon. The company thanks you for your efforts. As a reward, you can randomly receive a dungeon ability. ]

Rong Lele was stunned for a moment before she remembered that before entering "Wenxiang Hotpot Restaurant", one of the conditions the company gave her for overtime was the ability to receive wages.

Previously in the Special Intelligence Bureau, Rong Lele heard that some players had improved their physical and mental health in the game and gained innate abilities, similar to genetic evolution.

Props in the game cannot be taken out of the game, but talents and abilities belong to the player himself and are also included in the game.

The biggest leap forward in Blue Planet's technology compared to the Earth in her previous life is the discovery that consciousness determines matter.

So although Rong Lele was surprised, she also believed that a horror game like "Scary Game" that used holographic technology could change people's thinking and liberate genetic evolution.

Of course, only a very small number of players have done this.

She didn't know whether the ability she was about to obtain was similar to the innate abilities of these players.

I heard that players can obtain talents after experiencing very tortuous plots and great excitement.

And she, as an employee, just walked through the plot in a bland manner, but could she actually have it?

If this is true, the benefits of this company are really great.

I especially want the skill that I got randomly when I played the role of a waiter in the previous copy. Any food she serves can be attached with one of four negative effects.

This will be a powerful tool for NPCs to harvest players' emotions in the future.

Rong Lele rubbed her hands and confirmed receipt.

[Congratulations, you have obtained the green-level talent "Michelin Cooking Skills". ]

[Michelin cooking: Real cooking skills are about being able to process even the most ordinary ingredients into delicious and tempting food.

Any item processed by this ability will become food, which may synthesize the original properties of the item or separate the original properties of the item~】

It’s not “Don’t offend the waiter”, Rong Lele was a little disappointed.

But it's normal. She has received enough benefits from the company. She can't always be so lucky.

However, the explanation of this "Michelin cooking skills" is a bit obscure and not very practical for her.

Rong Lele thought of the pots she had fried in the past...

To be honest, the Rong family wanted her to do all the housework, but they just didn't dare let her cook.

The power obtained was like a ball of energy, gathering in the palm of Rong Lele's hand, shining with a green glow.

According to the research of the Special Intelligence Agency, talents cannot be upgraded artificially, and there are six levels from white to gold.

White level talents are the most general, and green level is above white.

It seems that one person cannot have multiple talents because their genes evolve in different directions.

Rong Lele thought about it and looked at Huaqiang on the side. He was the real chef.

If he possesses this talent, he will be like a tiger with wings.

In fact, Huaqiang also sensed the affinity of this green glow. He stared at Rong Lele's palm without blinking.

Which chef doesn't want to improve his or her cooking skills?

"This one is more suitable for you than for me," Rong Lele said.

Huaqiang paused, then turned his head away stubbornly and stopped looking:

"Hmph, don't even think about trading this with me. It's just a chance to realize my dream of becoming a Michelin chef. I won't go to the dungeon just for this!"

"..." I have to say, Huaqiang is really stubborn. Even after his ashes were cremated, there would still be a mouth left.

Rong Lele didn't argue with him. She walked straight towards him and, according to her own perception, brought the ball of innate glow closer to Huaqiang's forehead.

As if they were attracted to each other, the glow quickly sensed its future owner and penetrated into his forehead.

Huaqiang's expression was extremely complicated. He wanted to refuse but at the same time he felt relaxed and comfortable all over.

"Hmph, he got it cheaply." Liu Feifei said sourly.

When Huaqiang opened his eyes again, his whole temperament was a little different. Although he still looked honest, he had a calm and composed aura.

"Don't be so proud, you big fool. I have my own talents." Although Liu Feifei said this, she actually sounded more jealous.

Because her talent came to her when she was in the dark mine, accumulating resentment towards Chen Xue day after day but unable to take revenge, and suddenly one day she realized it on her own.

And hers is white level, not as high as Huaqiang's green level,

"You got the talent so easily, have you mastered it?" she asked.

Huaqiang nodded, a bitter smile appearing on the corner of his lips.

Liu Feifei thought that this was a sign that he had difficulty mastering his talent, and she immediately felt much more balanced.

But in fact, only Huaqiang, the actual owner of this talent, knows that when he uses his "Michelin cooking skills", a roulette wheel will appear in his mind.

The actual effect of the random bet is whether the characteristics of the synthetic items or the splitting will create a stronger monster or destroy the "ingredients".

Moreover, at the very bottom of the roulette wheel, in the smallest area, the word "Nothingness" is written.

Although Huaqiang was not sure what nothingness was, he could feel that an abyss-like breath emanated from the word "nothingness".

The use of this talent has a certain price, but Huaqiang can accept this, and this is not the reason for his bitter smile.

He smiled bitterly because, roulette, betting.

He hated gambling. When the boss of Jin Ya took him to gamble for the first time and he won 80000 yuan at the table, he was confused.

At that time, 80000 yuan was his income for most of the year. His son liked classical music, and he couldn't afford the tuition for the piano class he wanted to attend, but with this 80000 yuan, everything was possible.

He began to believe that he could not get rich by working hard. Even if he worked diligently and opened a big restaurant and applied for second-class citizen status, he would still be a manual laborer in the eyes of first-class citizens.

He became addicted to the huge opportunities and profits that gambling could bring him, sinking deeper and deeper step by step, until he pawned his shop and his wife left in tears, and then he repented.

He was deeply in debt and had nowhere else to turn. If it weren't for his son, he would have wanted to end it all.

He vowed never to gamble again.

Even after Rong Lele revealed the truth, it was all a trap set by Boss Jin Ya. He hated the boss, but he also hated himself for being easily tempted.

Unexpectedly, after becoming Rong Lele's contracted ghost, the talent he gained was a combination of cooking and gambling.

The skilled chef will gamble every time he gets the ingredients, and maybe he will create a monster with amazing power in one fell swoop, or he may fall into the abyss himself.

This was probably the price he had to pay for his past indulgence.

He said to Rong Lele, "Let me try the parasitic ghost eye on your right hand."

Rong Lele: “Hmm?”

Huaqiang smiled calmly: "Even the worst ingredients are still ingredients, don't waste them."

......

In the lobby of the Special Intelligence Bureau, a man wearing tortoise-shell glasses and a refined windbreaker said to the staff at the counter:

"Thank you. I will attend the training on time." He pronounced his words carefully and looked well-educated.

“Excuse me, is there a private meditation room here?”

The staff thought that the reservists who had just reported in had not yet received their identity cards and therefore could not use the facilities of the Special Intelligence Agency.

But it was already dusk, and most of the official investigators had to enter the dungeon at night, so the meditation room was empty and no one was using it.

So she took him to the backyard.

"Normally you have to wait until tomorrow to use it, but since there's no one here right now, I'll prescribe one for you. How long will it take?"

"Thank you. Three hours, and it's best if there is no windows." Wei Xinyi said with a smile.

Only three hours? The staff was a little surprised. Generally speaking, meditation takes at least five hours, and more ventilated spaces with windows are larger and more popular.

But maybe newbies just don’t know how to do it yet.

There happened to be a small meditation room nearby that was empty, so she let him in for three hours.

"Thank you." Wei Xinyi smiled.