On the Feasibility of Chefs Saving the World

The windows shattered.

Qing Huai's eyelids twitched.

The people behind him didn't realize how ambiguous the current posture was, so they put their hands on the young man's shoulders, and said with a smile, "Okay, I deserve to be taught by my hands, so accurate~"

Qinghuai tore off Osamu Dazai's arm, put the gun into his windbreaker pocket, and sneered.

"—window repairs are deducted from your salary."

"..."

……

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

On the right side of the izakaya partition curtain, two black-haired young men stood at the door of the public toilet.

The man on the right with slightly curly hair and wearing a camel windbreaker lowered his head to study the buttons on the doorknob, while the man on the left who was slightly shorter touched the gun case hanging by his waist from time to time, with a nervous expression on his face.

"——the system says to register fingerprints first, then hold the doorknob for 60 seconds to automatically register."

After 2 minutes, there was only a beep, and the fingerprints of both of them were recorded.The cursor on the Dimensional Hunting Field in the background of the light screen lights up, and the channel is officially opened.

The door to the magnificent world beyond consciousness was officially opened for the two young men.

The doorway is a void of darkness, not even a ray of light can shine through, it is so thick that it makes people think that they are blind in an instant.

Qinghuai pursed her lips, and just about to step in, the man beside her grabbed her wrist.

Qinghuai:?

Just as he was wondering, he suddenly saw an excited smile on Dazai Osamu's face, followed by a strong sense of weightlessness, and he was dragged into the door.

For the first 30 seconds, Qinghuai was unconscious, as if deprived of the most basic biological reaction function, unable to think, unable to perceive, and at that moment was close to death.It was only later that he could feel the dark color, which was gradually diluted from richness, and then dissipated into mist.

He just came to his senses when Osamu Dazai let go of his hand.

In front of it is a lush green, overgrown with vines, towering old trees, and the breath of plants is overwhelming.This is the Dimensional Hunting Ground, also known as the Dimensional Back Garden.

Qinghuai turned her head, and the door of the izakaya's public toilet had disappeared.

"Hey, how do we go back now?" Osamu Dazai asked.

Qing Huai took out a brass key engraved with roses, "Like Aladdin's magic lamp, rub it three times—" Following Qing Huai's movements, a door suddenly appeared in front of him.

Osamu Dazai pulled the handle curiously, and looking through the door, it was the corridor of the izakaya.

Qing Huai paused, a sense of familiarity welled up in her heart, and couldn't help but tap the system in her mind.

The system proudly said: "This is a technology from a high-dimensional world among millions of dimensional worlds. Its scientific name is a dimensional quantum replacement device..."

Qinghuai was expressionless.

"Of course, we still have a very popular name—" the system beeped twice, announcing, "It is usually called "Any Door"!"

……

Red porpoises usually live in swamps at the entrance of hunting grounds, but now there are grass in the eyes and trees in the head, and there is no way to identify the direction.

And after all, this is not an ordinary forest. Even experts in field survival training can't find a small swamp through the normal laws of nature.

Thinking about it, Qing Huai was stimulated by the pollen scattered by the plants and sneezed.

The itching sensation appeared again on the tip of the nose.

The two decided to leave this weedy place first and walked to a relatively open woodland.The forest was dark and gloomy, the afternoon sun was completely blocked by the old trees, and only a few silky golden threads could penetrate slightly.

The strange subtle feeling in Qinghuai's subconscious struck again, he followed the star point of the light hitting the ground and tilted his head, and a rotten smell spread faintly.

"—I see." Qinghuai looked towards a dense bush, "the swamp is there, I smell it."

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows, as if he had something to say to Qing Huai's statement that "smelling the swamp", but in the end he just stretched lazily and walked leisurely behind the young man.

Passing through a bush, the rotten smell became more and more serious. It was the stench of buried plants and animal bones mixed with soil—Qing Huai clearly realized that it was being dragged into the swamp by gravity and suffocated. The breath that remains of a creature after death.

His keen sense of smell played a very good role in this aspect, making him have to think about whether he really has the function of a police dog. If unfortunately he loses his job, he can still apply for an airport security check or something...

Just when Qinghuai was wandering in the sky, something suddenly grabbed his ankle. At first he thought it was a twisted tree root on the ground, but he didn't take it seriously, but was pulled violently.

A slight stabbing pain came from his ankle, he staggered two steps forward in order to maintain his balance, and just stepped on the trap of the plant——

The toes seemed to be trapped in the soft cotton, and in the next second, a strong pulling force stuck to the soles of his feet, and the hot and humid mud suddenly swallowed between his calves, and a thorny vine coiled around his waist, trying to make him Go deeper!

It's a swamp!

Osamu Dazai has been following Qing Huai, and the incident happened so suddenly that even he couldn't react in time.Seeing that the young man's calf was half sunken, he stretched out his hand to grab Qing Huai's waist, and pulled him out with skillful force.

The vine still didn't give up, and climbed up Qinghuai's body, trying to drag in the annoying human behind it who robbed it of food.

Osamu Dazai frowned, a cold light flashed at his fingertips——

Before Qing Huai came back to his senses, he was dragged away from the spot, and pushed up a big tree with his waist wrapped around his waist.

Sitting on the tree trunk, Qing Huai finally breathed a sigh of relief. He had seen in a documentary that many creatures had a close relationship of symbiosis. Once a creature was buried in the swamp, the nutrients after decay would be absorbed by the plants through the soil.The vine just now obviously did too many immoral things of dragging people into the pit. After being cut off by Osamu Dazai, it retreated back under the bushes, waiting for the next victim.

Osamu Dazai dexterously climbed onto another branch, holding a thin blade in his hand, frowning and picking off the remaining vines on his windbreaker——

"Ah, it's disgusting. The new clothes are all thorns and have hairballs."

Qing Huai was barefoot, and his shoes had been completely swallowed by the mud. He pulled out the leaves stuck in his head in embarrassment, thinking what is this?

"Look over there." Osamu Dazai said suddenly.

Qinghuai followed his gaze and looked over.

On the opposite side of the swamp, a group of pigs with brown-red fur were happily rolling around on the ground, wiggling their chubby buttocks and covering their bodies with sticky mud.

That is exactly the red dolphin mentioned in the "Hunting Farm Creatures Illustrated Book".