Monster Collector [Unlimited]

The third dinner begins.

Mrs. O still sat high in the main seat, and did not raise any doubts about the disappearance of the two people this time.

Xie Changli looked at the tired faces on the dining table one after another.

This time, none of them fell asleep for nearly 24 hours, and their food and water were not replenished in time. Naturally, their faces were very ugly, especially He Xiaotong.

I'm afraid, just as he guessed, He Xiaotong's temptation made Yu Yan aware that something was wrong, so he simply got away and hid in the dark looking for an opportunity to sneak attack.

And the little ghost baby was also afraid of Mrs. O, hiding beside his legs, not daring to act rashly at all.

"Dear tasters, I don't know what you think of the second dish." Mrs. O was in high spirits, wiping the dripping saliva from the corners of her mouth with a napkin from time to time.

It was here last time, and this time everyone was well prepared, and everyone was able to say a long speech.

"The meat is firm and chewy..."

"...I can't forget it, I regret not being able to eat a few more bites."

"It's really amazing that Mrs. O can hire such a chef."

Mrs. O laughed at being flattered by Du Ya, her eyes fell on Xie Changli who was sitting at the table slowly sipping pre-dinner wine: "I don't know what advice Mr. Xie has?"

Xie Changli raised his eyelids to look at her, and said calmly, "You forgot? It's already been reviewed."

Mrs. O's smile froze.

Xie Changli accepted it as soon as he saw it, and gave the big boss a step down: "I don't know what kind of dishes Madam wants to introduce to us today?"

"This time it's the freshest ingredients." Mrs. O laughed again and patted her hands.

Maids in white clothes pushed a dining car over, and half of a huge fish was dumped on the dining car. The dead fish eyes stared at the gluttonous diners, as if a strange light flashed.

The freshness is just as promised by Mrs. O, the fish is slaughtered immediately, and the muscles of the fish are still twitching unconsciously.

The few people who had been chased by fish not long ago instinctively tensed their muscles and wanted to take a few steps back.

Mrs. O reassured them: "It's not for eating directly. This time, we will eat raw fish."

Immediately afterwards, the chef who almost filled the entire aisle came over with shiny arm-length knives, his face was not as rosy as Xie Changli's last time, and he pursed his lips in a very serious look.

He silently bowed to the diners, and began to fillet the fish.

The movements are skillful and smooth, just this process full of performance is enough to be pleasing to the eye.

The sliced ​​fish slices are as bright as white snow and as thin as cicada wings, and piled up together like snow on a mountain and a bright moon hanging in the sky, as bright and clear as a work of art.

However, the smell doesn't feel fishy at all, instead there is a unique delicious smell wafting out.

Everyone subconsciously recalled the excellent tongue and spiritual enjoyment brought by the first two dishes. They couldn't control the secretion of saliva at all, and their eyes were fixed on the dishes that were about to be formed.

Gudong, Mrs. O has already started to swallow.

The chef bowed silently again, but when he raised his head, he happened to meet Xie Changli with inquisitive eyes.

He had something big on his mind, and Xie Changli realized it clearly.

The white-clothed maids were well-trained to divide the plates for everyone, and all the tableware this time was changed to slender chopsticks.

Put a circle of finely chopped ingredients around Yusheng, the colors are colorful, and you can’t tell what the ingredients are at a glance, and then take a small plate and pour the carefully prepared sauce.

Mrs. O couldn't control it for a long time, picked up the chopsticks and rubbed them gently, mixed with the sauce and other side dishes, and stuffed them all into her mouth.

Flushing quickly climbed up her cheeks, she was trembling and panting, her hands were shaking constantly, and she clasped her hands together stubbornly: "Thank the Lord."

Low and incomprehensible whispers rang in his ears, Xie Changli had long been used to it, and this dungeon lowered his mental value through food, sleep and other means, which was obviously effective for him, and it was constantly approaching his limit.

But on the surface, no one was aware of the abnormality of the chief examiner. In their eyes, Xie Changli was as calm and unhurried as every dinner party, and took the lead in picking up the chopsticks.

The yusheng was picked up, trembling slightly in the air, like a living thing, quickly mixed with other sauce side dishes, and sent to the mouth.

The taste is soft, glutinous and fragrant, and the multi-layered taste of the sauce stimulates all the sweetness of the fish itself, and finally it all belongs to a faint and unpredictable fragrance.

The aroma that has been lingering in the previous two dinners is more obvious this time, engulfing all the thoughts of people and sneaking into the deep sea.

Everything is empty, only the tip of the tongue will last forever.

Xie Changli put down his chopsticks and closed his eyes. Fortunately, no one under the sunglasses knew his current state. Seeing that he had already made a move, they all followed.

Not long after, there were exclamations, sighs and sobs in the dining room. Everyone ate their plates clean, and under the leadership of Mrs. O, painted a five-pointed star on their chests: "Our Father, Our Lord."

At the end of the ceremony, He Xiaotong was in a state of confusion.

Obviously, Yu Yan is waiting for an opportunity in the dark, and he may plot against them at any time. Brother Xie must know about this matter.

However, He Xiaotong glanced warily at Zhao Qing who was next to him. She didn't trust this newcomer.

It is said that Zhao Qing's performance was too good despite the fact that he had only downloaded one dungeon, and he and Yu Yan were partners from the beginning. When Sun Ping died, Zhao Qing happened to be looking for bones alone, so there was no alibi.

At this moment, it cannot be ruled out that Zhao Qing is the murderer, or the possibility that he will stand on the side of the murderer.

While she was hesitating for a moment, Xie Changli ended the ceremony and walked towards the kitchen with a clear goal.

Du Ya habitually trotted to keep up, but saw the other party stop, and said coldly: "Du Ya, you have to find clues yourself."

Du Ya's face was confused, seeing the ghost baby who was entangled with Xie Changli following him, his eyes rolled, and he immediately revealed a look of accusation: "But me, didn't you agree to me?"

Xie Changli turned around and continued on his way: "I don't remember making such a promise."

His words were indifferent, his back was decisive, and he didn't look at the poor little lover at all.

What a big show, it really is that companions are like companions of tigers, Israel does not serve people for long, and a boss at the level of the chief examiner is quite ruthless when he turns his face.

Several pairs of gossip eyes looked over, Du Ya played the best acting skills in his life, vividly expressing a series of shock, inconceivable disappointment.

According to the plan, Zhao Qing went to find the prisoner, walked a few steps to the hall, turned around, and greeted Du Ya: "Why don't you go with me?"

Du Ya ignored him, with obvious anger on his face, he walked out on his own: "I want to go to the lake to have a look."

This is obviously starting to get angry.

He Xiaotong felt sorry for him.

Leaving the team alone, and as a newcomer, his mental value is relatively low, so he is simply the prey sent to Yu Yan's mouth.

She gritted her teeth and decided to follow the examiner.

Before Xie Changli reached the kitchen, he smelled a strong smell of alcohol.

Sure enough, the chef was sitting in a large chair. On the table was a plate of raw fish, fish head and fish tail soup, fish spine with salt and pepper, and a wine glass with half a glass of wine.

However, he himself was obviously impatient with drinking small cups, holding a bucket of wine, and pouring it down, the liquid flowed down from his body, and the air became dense with the smell of alcohol.

"Why do you drink like this?" Xie Changli held the door with one hand, with a shocked expression on his face.

"Mr. Xie is here," the chef managed to open his eyes, saw him, leaned on the table and wobbled up, and finally fell down on the chair with a bang, drunk, "It's okay."

Xie Changli did not leave, and sat on the chair opposite him: "I came to see you after the last meal, but I learned that you have already left work, and you will wait until you are cooking pig food..."

"Pig food," the chef laughed suddenly, leaning forward and backward, overjoyed, his eyes were blood red, and he slapped his thick hairy hands on the table, "No one ever told me that they call living people pigs! "

Sure enough, what the chef cooks in the middle of the night is for the people locked in the dungeon.

Xie Changli once again confirmed his guess, but they were forcefully taken to the banquet after they discovered the man, and they had to find a way to rescue him.

There were many thoughts in his heart, but none of them appeared on his face. He just poured a glass of wine and lightly touched the chef's wine barrel: "Oh, after all, I am serving the master, so there are always some secrets that cannot be revealed."

"Yes, you also specialize in this business, and you were invited here by your wife," the chef felt sympathetic, "I'm afraid you have seen many such things."

"It's no wonder you're obviously out of shape today," Xie Changli sighed, "I ran into you accidentally today..."

"It wasn't just in the afternoon that I heard Madam order the maids to catch pigs, so I knew they were referring to a person." The chef looked gloomy.

"I've seen this kind of thing in the process of serving people everywhere." Xie Changli sighed, "Nobles are extravagant and lustful, and they can do everything. They want to live well, wear well, eat well, and want A beauty wants power, a fiefdom, has everything, and hopes to live a long, long life."

"Isn't it? Our wife..." The chef felt the same, and shook his head halfway through the sentence and didn't continue.

Xie Changli slowly took out a booklet: "The last lady who invited me seems to like to find the secret of eternal life through this booklet."

The chef looked over curiously, and immediately recognized it: "Mr. Rigg."

Xie Changli asked curiously, "You also know this great alchemist?"

"Our wife also looked for him before, when Mr. Earl was still there," the chef recalled while drinking wine, "They asked Lige for 2000 gold coins to ask for eternal life. I still remember the many things that Lige brought at that time. They all have this pattern.”

The cook went on: "But Rigg must be a liar."

Xie Changli originally acquiesced that Lige was the key person to break the situation, but he heard such bad news: "Why do you say that?"

"He died not long after he stayed in our house. He said everywhere that he could make people live forever, but he couldn't escape the day he died of old age." The chef said with a big tongue, "It's full of lies."

The way to find the alchemist was blocked. It is very likely that this alchemist has been used by Mrs. O and then completely eradicated.

Xie Changli thought, then the most likely thing is that he left the final solution in this relic, there is always someone who can decipher this pamphlet.

For example, the eldest daughter?

"Do you still want to eat?" The chef interrupted his thoughts, and pushed a plate of side dishes in front of him, "These are all precious ingredients collected by Madam everywhere. If you don't eat them for nothing, you won't eat them for nothing. The sauce is also made by her personally." Yes, all these dishes have the effect of enhancing the flavor of this sauce."

Xie Changli didn't want to experience the feeling of being out of control again, but the composition of the food juice might be researched, so he put it in the package.

On the other side, Du Ya has come to the lake.

The infant's tomb was dug up and filled in twice, and the surface was still wet with traces of being turned over.

The ghost baby followed him step by step, with a protective attitude.

But Du Ya is not treated as well as Xie Changli, and he can still be acted like a spoiled child. Guiying can't wait to write on his face that I am worried that you, an idiot, will be killed by his own stupidity.

Du Ya was bored digging through the grave for a while, looking at the baby's corpse, he didn't know what to do with it.

He used to be a thug who didn't need to use his brain. When did he do this kind of detailed investigation to find clues? Shouldn't he be handed over to a brainy brother if he needs to find clues?

"woo woo woo woo……"

A low, tortuous cry sounded.

Du Ya continued to pretend to inspect the corpse, and solemnly left ghost symbols on the paper.

"Woooooooo..."

The crying sound like a kitten was getting louder and louder, and now it was almost close to his ears.

Du Ya finally couldn't take it anymore, turned his head and looked for the ghost baby who didn't know where to play: I didn't mess with you, so why cry!

Then his movements stopped.

At some point, there was nothing around him, the baby ghost disappeared, the insects crawling on the dug up soil disappeared, the strange birds circling in the sky also disappeared, and there were no traces of any living things.

As the sun set, the blood-colored moonlight was cut into pieces in the waves of the lake without sadness or joy, and scattered into red fragments one after another.

Du Ya frowned and looked around. It was obvious that he was being plotted against now, and he didn't know where the person who did it was hiding now.

He came all the way to the lake, looked down, ripples overlapping, countless smiles in the reflection of him, skin and flesh and blood drifted away like fallen leaves.

Du Ya was terrified in his heart, and looked at himself, but only saw a dense white bone with all the wrappings removed.