Monster Collector [Unlimited]

The kitchen is closed and the dining room is just outside the door. The space is small, it operates 24 hours a day, and there are few people. It works in four shifts and works overtime from time to time. It is the most difficult and arduous place in the entire submarine.

They worked in groups and took turns, and unfortunately Zhao Qing was assigned to the recognized death group.

The head chef of their group, the boss of the entire kitchen, has a hot temper and a loud voice. When admonishing people, he also likes to drag people to the door, and he is executed in public.

Just like this little unlucky being trained now.

"How many times have I said, cut and wash in this way, the oil in the submarine is not used in this way, I finally pulled you up, you can't do it without me!" The head chef hit his apprentice on the head with a steel spoon, "The head is so Stupid, pack up and go home as soon as possible!"

Zhao Qing coughed dryly, wanted to persuade a few words but was stopped by the people around him, at this time the people who received the meal outside couldn't stand it anymore, and persuaded him a few words: "Lao Zhu, it's not a good time to do anything to people now."

The head chef waved his hand and didn't care about it: "Go, go, it's not you scholars, the kitchen is in my charge, I am responsible for his future, and I like it."

The person on the other side was immediately unhappy: "The rules and regulations are clear, it's wrong to hit someone..."

The two sides immediately fought, and seeing that they couldn't stop for a while, the little apprentice ran away very cleverly.

What is this called.

Zhao Qing rubbed his temples with a headache. Their immediate boss is a walking stick.

It can be said that if it wasn't for his fast and good cooking, and his own background and meritorious service, some people who disliked him would have kicked the head chef out of this project.

Now that the war is raging, Zhao Qing sees that it is difficult to cash in on the vacation he negotiated yesterday, so he can only postpone his plan to find Xie Changli.

It was meal time, and the immediate superiors went to rest and eat one after another. He Ping and Ding Hu stayed at their posts, and finally had time to connect to the communication.

"The use of deep-sea cameras has been approved here," He Ping walked quietly in the office, avoiding surveillance, and quickly searched for the latest documents, "Although most experts judge that this stone should be the original civilization of the extreme northern continent However, there are still a few experts who believe that this set of pictographs is different from known civilizations, and a large number of elements in it are related to the ocean."

Ding Hu stared at the nautical chart: "I didn't understand that, Brother Ping, what do you think?"

"According to the particularity of the mission copy, there must be a deep-sea civilization waiting for us to explore. Maybe the submarine will be attacked and captured at this time." He Ping analyzed, "You need to master the weapons and equipment on the submarine in advance, Troop strength, route maps, etc. When necessary, we also need to control the control of submarines, and your identity is our greatest advantage."

This is the part that Ding Hu is good at: "Alright, there is also the murderer in the previous task reminder, does Brother Ping have a target?"

"In the beginning, I thought Infinity Services was playing with words. There were murderers on the submarine, which would make us pay too much attention to NPCs and forget that people around us might get murder cards, but now it has been a week and everything is calm," said He Ping. , "Employees with murder tasks will not have such a long preparation time, and everyone's actions are currently looking for murderers. According to my judgment, employees may be safe."

After searching the office, he returned to his lounge, took out a piece of paper, and wrote down the current important NPCs: "On the submarine, most of them are our employer NPCs, such as the geologist I serve, your side The captain, as well as the chief chef, chief scientific officer, engineering officer, and medical officer. Next, we can do a motivational analysis. The most obvious hostile relationship is between the geologist and the chief.”

"The captain knows that the two of them are not dealing with each other. He said that they are in different countries and have different scientific views." Ding Hu is not good at analysis, but he is used to writing down all the information he can get and handing it over to He Ping. "They They all talked to the captain separately, the chief does not want further surveys, and the geologist hopes to discover deep-sea civilization."

He Ping wrote down the words Deep Sea Civilization on the paper, and tapped the tip of his pen on each NPC: "Deep Sea Civilization is also the key to this mission. Maybe someone is a descendant of Deep Sea Civilization, so sacrifice the entire submarine."

Ding Hu: "Geologist?"

"This answer is too ordinary and doesn't fit the style of Unlimited Service Company. It might be the person who hides the deepest, for example," He Ping moved his pen tip, "the head chef who seems to have the least relationship with scientific research."

He concluded: "Let's go to the cafeteria later."

In the counseling room, the door is half open.

It was time for Dedmond next door to entertain himself, and the male voice playing with the music was extremely melodious.

Indeed, as he himself said when he just came here to chat, he is a singer who has been delayed by his medical career.

Unfortunately, music cannot cure diseases.

Xie Changli was sitting on the sofa, there were only two slices of bread on the plate on the tea table, and the fork was carelessly scratching back and forth.

He half-closed his eyes, his skin was no longer the warm and lustrous snow color at the beginning, but more like a pale paper, subconsciously propping his head on one hand, resisting the increasingly severe headache since the hallucination.

Unlimited Services will naturally give every employee the opportunity to know the truth, but the clearer the information, the more expensive it will be.The side effects of this obviously important identity card are also particularly serious.

A cup of warm water was pushed to the side, just right, against the wrist, and the warmth spread from the back of the hand, slightly relieving the tense muscles due to pain.

Xie Changli opened his eyelids, and at a glance he saw Du Ya who was squatting on the opposite side and turned his head nonchalantly, a foot away from the water cup.

He took a sip from the water glass, cheered up and took another bite of the dry bread, sighed, put down the knife and fork, closed his eyes and continued rubbing his temples: "I want to drink some porridge."

The sound of flapping wings was heard next to his ears, Xie Changli opened his eyes, and sure enough, he saw Du Ya flying to the table and poking his head at the menu delivered for the week.

Xie Changli: "What are you looking for?"

Anyway, he wasn't looking for porridge for you, so Du Ya bounced back and quacked twice: "You don't know how to do this, why are you pretending..."

Xie Changli hugged the water glass: "This temperature is pretty good, thank you for your concern."

Du Ya suppressed a series of insults in his throat and turned his head angrily.

Amidst the extreme irritability caused by the headache, Xie Changli finally found some fun, running his fingertips along the rim of the cup: "Let's show our cards, we don't pretend anymore."

Du Ya:?

Xie Changli said indifferently: "It's nothing to be courteous, tell me, what trouble have you caused recently?"

Du Ya was furious, and blurted out a series of insults that he had held back.

"I can't even praise you," Xie Changli stared at him with silver gray eyes like a mirror, "I can't even say you, Du Ya."

Regardless of Collection No. 001, which froze in place after being pointed out, Xie Changli raised his head, just in time to meet Qiao Meng behind the door.

The black-haired, black-eyed man was half-hidden in the darkness. He looked at each other by chance at this moment, and instinctively took a step back, hesitating between advancing and retreating.

Xie Changli knew that Qiao Meng had been paying attention to him during his lunch break, no, to be precise, Qiao Meng's attention had been on him during this time.

Another one who talked about hate but couldn't do it.

An inexplicable sense of familiarity surfaced in his heart, Xie Changli was very interested, and mouthed to him: "Have you found a reason to kill me?"

Qiao Meng's face darkened.

Zhao Qing managed to get away—their chef finally remembered the vacation promised yesterday, and waved them to go to play by themselves.

Unexpectedly, he saw such a scene just after he came out of the back kitchen, sweating suddenly, and strode over to block the sight of the two confronting each other.

When Xie Changli changed his location to look again, Qiao Meng had disappeared without a trace.

"Brother Xie," Zhao Qing said helplessly, "That's just how he is, there's nothing malicious about staring at him for a while, you..."

Don't tease him all the time if you have nothing to do.

He still stopped in the middle of a sentence, frowned and looked at Xie Changli with an increasingly sick expression: "Didn't sleep well recently? Are you looking so bad?"

The headache suddenly increased, and countless trivial fragments flooded into his mind, but they could not be captured at all. Something wanted to break through his head and rush out.

Cold sweat had already wet Xie Changli's back, but his tone was as calm as ever: "This identity has migraines."

Zhao Qing showed a sympathetic look: "However, Brother Qiao doesn't mean anything malicious, you just treat him as a cat who doesn't understand human language, and have nothing to do to observe the Two-legged beast."

"I'm not a cat party," Xie Changli said, but he still gave people a step down, "How are you doing?"

"It's much more difficult than when you were young," Zhao Qing sighed, and put down the small bag in his hand, revealing three small cans neatly inside. "The bird food you ordered, three flavors, nuts and fruit."

Du Ya's eyes lit up, he forgot his embarrassment instantly, he rushed over, picked up a can and ran away.

The atmosphere brightened in an instant, and Zhao Qing complained a few more words about the atrocities of the head chef, and then left before going to work.

Unknowingly, the severe pain had subsided, Xie Changli instinctively relaxed, leaned back on the sofa, and slid his hands over the plush doll.

Thin and long, it is a small snake.

With curved horns, it's a calf.

Pointy beard, it's a kitten.

……

No, Xie Changli opened his eyes suddenly, and placed all the dolls on the coffee table to confirm again.

The piglet that was originally placed on top is gone.

"Chef, here we come."

When Zhao Qing walked into the restaurant, he saw several people standing in front of the kitchen door, sniffling.

"What are you cooking in your kitchen today? It smells so good."

"It smells like meat, I'm lucky today."

"It's almost time for dinner, let's serve."

Zhao Qing put on a generous smile, nodded and pushed the crowd in: "Today, what I'm going to cook is the chef's special dish, big meat, full of oil and water."

The menu had already been ordered a week ago, and Zhao Qing didn't hold back: "Tonight, everyone will eat braised pork together, and a pig has just been thawed out of the freezer!"

He strode into the kitchen and saw a large soup bucket about half a person's height slowly simmering. He lifted the lid and looked inside.

The flesh was boiled bright red, and the soup was rolling between the burst flesh, and the face swollen by the juice soaked up his head and looked at him.

Stomach churned, Zhao Qing's body recognized it before his brain——

This is not any part of a pig, but a human face.

The face that belongs to the head chef.

Zhao Qing inevitably recalled the ballad sung by that pure child's voice——

"Little pig is humming, his body is burning like fire..."