The Handmade Blogger's Guide to Salvation

"The sun shines on the earth, but we can only live in the dark ditch, looking up devoutly—"

Priest No. 2, Tong Mo, bowed his head and prayed silently, but with his suave and suave face, coupled with the funny little hat on his head, he couldn't look serious no matter what.

Fortunately, this man is a self-disciplined priest, otherwise, just based on his face, he might have troubled many little girls.

Except for Yushen Shejian's family, no one took the initiative to touch the sun.

Ji Guoyansheng looked at the sunlight through the window in a trance, and scattered golden light spots on the floor. He seemed to be moved for a long time. He couldn't help stretching out his hand, and there was an urge to touch it, but in his mind, There was a voice desperately stopping him, telling him over and over again——

If you touch it, you will die!will die!will die! !

After all, he took his hand back and hid in a dark corner again.

This time they were kidnapped, and all the hostages even had their original clothes changed, but they were only allowed to bring one item they had on them into the Purple Ooze Hotel.

What Nana Taoyuan brought in was the hairpin in her hair, what Matou Sakura brought in was the coat that Nana Taoyuan put on her when she was in the cemetery, and what Tongmo No. 2 brought in was a coat that was very inconsistent with the status of a priest. Looks like a very funny hat, luthier No. 7 brought her guitar case.

Of course, everyone kept this kind of thing hidden and refused to talk about it.

And Ji Guoyansheng... He touched his pocket, and there was a round soft glass bead inside.

This soft glass bead is round and round, with the word "winding string" written on it, and what makes Ji Guoyansheng feel uncomfortable is... the glass bead looks like an eyeball.

I was a little shocked and wanted to throw it away.

He suddenly remembered that he hadn't been to the toilet here yet, if he would stop by the toilet later, he should throw it into the toilet and flush it down.

As he was thinking like this, the hotel suddenly rang a bell, and the buffet area in the hotel lobby suddenly opened the curtain by itself, which meant that the hotel's buffet breakfast began to serve.

The killer crocodile is a principled person. When he says killing is killing, the kind of killing with a white knife in and a red knife out, rather than starving people to death.

So he prepared enough food for 10 people in advance, and it was very rich.

And... this kind of super strong man should be hungry faster, right?Is it because they stop making trouble when they are full?

So after ringing the dining bell engraved with Pavlov, the killer crocodile watched everyone's attention with some surprise.

"Hmm, breakfast?" Collector No. 5 had a strange expression, as if he heard a very distant term, and the others also had this strange reaction.

"Breakfast...I'm too busy, I feel like I haven't had breakfast for a long time." Although Collector No. 5 was well-dressed, his demeanor and every move seemed greasy. He swallowed, "I don't know Is there eel rice, I feel like I haven't eaten eel rice in 100 years."

"Eel rice? I don't want to pick, just give it to the next bowl of chazuke!"

When gambler No. 4 heard that he was in charge of the meal, he immediately smiled and walked to the restaurant immediately, for fear that he would not be able to eat if he was too late.

Generally, when encountering this kind of malicious kidnapping, few hostages can afford to eat. The killer crocodile looked at these people who filed into the restaurant with a complicated expression.

It's really the first time he has seen such a good appetite.

Even Ji Guo Yan Sheng and Tong Mo, who seemed the most stable among them, couldn't help but started to walk towards the restaurant.

"It's really annoying. My last meal was too salty. It would be great if there are some refreshing side dishes here." The priest sighed.

Ji Guoyan Sheng nodded, his last meal was also...strange, what did he eat last meal?Why can't he remember anything?

He was a little puzzled, feeling as if he had forgotten important things, but after he saw the sumptuous breakfast on the long table, these things were also temporarily forgotten.

Indeed, too rich.

The Ziliuzhi Hotel is one of the best luxury hotels here. The ingredients inside are luxurious and fresh, and a whole table is filled with breakfast alone.

Nana Taoyuan tugged at the corner of Hiroshin Shema's clothes, "Well, it doesn't matter if we eat?"

This is the script of that Mr. Poe. These foods...couldn't be changed from stones?

Yu Shenshema thought for a while, "That's not true, he just deceives people's five senses, so it doesn't matter if you eat more." He said, pulling out the chairs with Nanao Taoyuan and Sakura Matou, and then sat down for two In the middle of the individual, this added: "—and not fat."

Is there such a good thing?

On the other side, the hostages have all been seated. Gambler No. 4 said, "A bowl of tea and rice is enough." But looking at a table of Western-style breakfasts, he was a little helpless, so he finally grabbed a piece of bread and stuffed it into his mouth. Chewing - then froze.

He felt like he was chewing on a piece of thin rayon.

You can try to pick up the corner of the quilt, and then stuff it in your mouth to chew, it probably tastes like this.

"Tsk, this foreigner's stuff, I just can't get used to it!"

Collector No. 5 glanced at the gambler with the eyes of a bumpkin, sneered, and also took a piece of bread, then began to smear various sauces on it, and finally smeared a layer of caviar, and then took a bite gracefully ...

How should I put it, if ordinary slices of bread taste like quilt horns, then this one is quilt horns that have been urinated by babies, and it tastes a little spicy on the tongue.

He calmly put down the diaper he took a bite of... I mean the slice of bread, then wiped his mouth with a napkin, and echoed the gambler: "You're right."

This foreign food is really not for people to eat!

On the other side, the No. 3 "thief" Komaji's face was flushed red. He swallowed a piece of bread sandwiched with roasted foie gras just now, and it was stuck in his throat, making him feel as if he had swallowed a mop... Or the kind that just cleaned the urinal.

Priest No. 2 dragged a plate of top-quality Hokkaido scallops to him, and put a piece in his mouth. It felt like he was chewing on a red wine cork. It felt a little strange when he smashed his mouth. No. Samurai, "How does it taste?"

Ji Guoyan Sheng frowned, adhering to the principle of not wasting, he swallowed the oyster, heaved a sigh of relief, and felt like swallowing a toad with sour mucus.

"The taste...is too bland."

The killer crocodile on the ceiling was stunned.

Caviar, foie gras, fresh seafood...these are all top ingredients, are they too bland?Can't you see this?

What kind of family conditions do you have? !

Falling Ji No. 6 calmly took out a tissue, spat out the lobster meat in her mouth, and then brushed her hair artificially, "I'm full, sorry, I ate one meal last time... Donkey meat sashimi, supplement There is more collagen in it, so go ahead."

After speaking, she got up, twisted her waist and left.

Nana Taoyuan approached Hiroshin Shema, "Donkey meat can be used as sashimi, and it can also supplement collagen?"

Turning his head to see the fallen princess walking away, Yu Shenshejian also turned sideways, leaned over to Taoyuan Nanasheng and whispered:

"I suspect that what she wants to talk about should be donkey-hide gelatin."

It can't be ruled out that there are people in this world who actually do the business of raw donkey slices, but if there is no such thing, she has no choice but to hold the donkey and eat it raw.

However, with the departure of No. 6 Fallen Girl, the others seemed to have found excuses and shied away from the meeting.

"I remember." No. 3 Komaji suddenly realized, "The last meal I ate seemed to be donkey meat sashimi!"

Ji Guoyansheng was taken aback by his sudden yelling. At this time, some memories suddenly appeared in his mind, which were about the last meal.

Bright red, bloody...

It dawned on him.

It turned out that the last meal I ate was donkey meat sashimi!

"It seems that the samurai has also recalled it?" The priest looked at Ji Guoyansheng's surprised expression, and chuckled, "According to my eating habits, it must be a female donkey."

It seems that the priest is a particular person when it comes to eating.

After a while, there were only three members of Yushenshejian's family left on the dining table. At first glance, they thought they could eat a lot, but in fact they only ate one or two bites.

Matou Sakura frowned, and asked Yu Shenshejian in a sensitive voice, "We're still eating here, isn't it good?"

As soon as the words fell, a peeled shrimp landed on her plate.

"It doesn't matter, we are different from them." Yu Shenshe's eyes flickered, looking at the whole long table with only a few mouthfuls of food, there was a subtle smile in his eyes.

"But, if we look different, will we be regarded as murderous crocodiles?" Matou Ying was still a little worried.

Strange to say, Matou Sakura and Taoyuan Nana seem to be the only ones who are still thinking about the killer crocodile.

There is really no line.

"Ah, you don't have to worry about that." Yushen Shejian peeled another shrimp and threw it into Taoyuan Nanasheng's bowl.

"We don't need to solve the puzzle, because after a while, that murderous crocodile will not be able to bear it and jump out by itself."

Yu Shenshema's tone was very firm, as if he had seen the next ending.

And just as Yu Shenshema expected, the killer crocodile looked at the leftovers on the table and fell into deep thought, because his supernatural ability would randomly grab hostages and give them identities, so even the killer crocodile himself didn't know this. What is the origin of the 10 hostages?

In previous crimes, he often couldn't help but guess what kind of people these hostages were in real life, and in what state they were captured by him.

However, this time, the killer crocodile seemed to vaguely speculate on the origin of these hostages, just because they had so much in common.

They're all strong men, they're allergic to wisteria, and their last meal is donkey sashimi...

Could it be that he gave the group of wisteria allergy patients who are doing group building at the raw donkey film studio to one pot...

The more you think about it, the more likely it is!

The killer crocodile felt that he had realized the truth, and when he thought that they were just a group of poor allergy patients, he became courageous in an instant. Looking out the window, which was already completely dawn, the killer crocodile decided that he could not sit still.

Suddenly, he saw luthier No. 7 leaving the main group in the hall, holding his guitar bag, as if preparing to go to the bathroom.

Great, someone has an order!

The killer crocodile was overjoyed, and immediately followed him, preparing to possess him instead, and then carry out the first murder case——

Then, seeing Seven locked himself in the toilet cubicle, he guiltily opened his guitar bag.

Inside, is a large piece of bright red meat.

"Phew, I was worried that it was human...it turned out to be donkey meat."

Luthier No. 7—a cowardly woman who called herself Naruto talked to herself for a while, as if to excuse herself, and then began to eat under the stunned gaze of the killer crocodile.

Little by little, the face of the killer crocodile... began to turn pale.

He took a deep breath, then scrambled and ran out at almost the fastest speed in his life.

What kind of hostages did he capture this time?