Chapter 698 Livestock to Be Slaughtered

No clue...

Fang Shenyan was lying on a stretcher and looking at the ceiling. The previous series of images made his head start to ache.

The store manager's mission is not an unsolvable mission, which means there is still a way out.

Everything he experienced before, including every detail he remembered and didn't remember, may hide clues.

But after all, he was the last one to enter the game, so there are still some things to ask Su Chenghe.

"How long do you have?"

Su Chenghe's face became even uglier when he heard this. He stiffened his neck and looked outside, and said in a deep voice:

"Three minutes at most!"

Su Chenghe's experience was almost the same as Fang Shenyan's. He was also unconsciously attracted by the smell of fried food.

After coming here, he went to the kitchen first and saw those weird fried foods.

However, his observation ability was not as meticulous as Fang Shenyan's, and he did not catch the identity of the chef.

But he was able to reach his level, and his vigilance was far beyond others.

Almost at the same time as he realized that the situation in the kitchen was weird, he tried to escape.

But it was too late.

The door was open, but no matter how many times he went out, he would eventually return to the room.

He once tried to break through with the copybook, but the outcome was obvious.

As soon as the copybook was taken out, he was tied to the stretcher.

When he woke up, he found that his right foot had disappeared.

So, Su Chenghe's situation was not much better than Fang Shenyan's, and was even more disadvantaged.

He didn't even get the clues on the other stretchers, and was directly trapped on the stretcher.

When Su Chenghe simply recounted these experiences, time was running out.

This experience did not reveal any clues, but there was one point that caught Fang Shenyan's attention. He tilted his head and asked:

"You mean, your foot disappeared at the same time as you were attacked, right?"

Su Chenghe's face was pale, but he didn't feel any pain. He whispered:

"Yes.

I lost my right foot when I woke up."

A kind of despair emerged on his face, and he said to himself:

"It's my fault for not being careful enough. I was led to this room and entered a deadly situation.

Because the incident happened too suddenly, I had no chance to observe the clues at all, just like that..."

Strictly speaking, Su Chenghe's actions did not make any mistakes.

It's just that he underestimated the strength of this ghost and overestimated the calligraphy.

Fang Shenyan had no time to care about his regret. The situation of losing his right leg in advance was suspicious.

After thinking for a moment, he said in a deep voice:

"The chef and ingredients are all there.

So what else is missing..."

Diners...

In the kitchen, Fang Shenyan saw the face of the chef, it was himself.

And now he was tied to the stretcher, obviously the ingredients.

The chef and the ingredients were all himself, so who would the third party, the diner, be?

The answer was obvious, the diner was also himself.

Fang Shenyan frowned and subconsciously glanced at Su Chenghe's right leg.

He was also unconscious, and after waking up, he was tied to a stretcher, which was similar to Su Chenghe's experience in the second half.

But why did Su Chenghe lose his right leg in advance?

This point must be very important.

Thinking of this, Fang Shenyan hurriedly asked:

"Do you remember what you did before you lost consciousness?

You must have overlooked an important detail, otherwise you shouldn't have lost your right foot in advance."

Just through this question, Su Chenghe realized the key to the matter.

Fang Shenyan's point of view is: It is extremely unreasonable for Su Chenghe to lose his right foot in advance.

But why did the ghost do this?

The answer is that it has to do it.

So, Su Chenghe's foot must have touched some key information, or even touched the way to survive.

If it is not removed, the killing will fail.

Su Chenghe's brain began to work, and he described everything he experienced after arriving in the room in detail and in its original form.

Another minute passed, and there was only one minute left before Su Chenghe's "death date".

But neither of them was impatient, nor did they dare to be impatient, and they analyzed the clues calmly.

Fang Shenyan frowned after hearing this, and he put himself in the shoes of the person, but could not find any doubts.

"No... there must be something missing."

Suddenly, the black garbage bag outside the door of 1604 flashed through his mind.

At that time, he felt that the bag was abnormal. When he was about to check it, he was attracted by the smell of oil smoke and couldn't help entering the room.

From this perspective, is the black garbage bag an important clue?

Fang Shenyan took a breath of cold air. He suddenly remembered that the bottom of the garbage bag also leaked a dark yellow liquid like oil stains.

It was similar to the liquid at the door of the room, but the color was darker.

The clues seemed to point to the mysterious black garbage bag.

It was just because it was not in this room at all, so it was forgotten by the two.

He quickly said to Su Chenghe:

"There is a black garbage bag at the door of 1604, do you remember?"

Su Chenghe was stunned, and a flash of panic suddenly flashed in his eyes. He obviously thought of something, and said in a hurried tone:

"Of course I have seen it, I even opened it!"

"Tell me in detail."

Su Chenghe knew the importance of the matter after hearing this hint, and quickly said:

"I was automatically brought to the 16th floor when I came down from the 18th floor.

At that time, I didn't pay much attention to the location of the door, but just checked the doors of each house.

At 1604 hours, I tried to knock on the door, but accidentally stepped on something soft.

That's exactly what the black garbage bag is.

It was the right foot that stepped on it..."

When Su Chenghe said this, his tone was a little sad.

When he heard Fang Shenyan talk about the bag, he understood why his right foot was amputated, so he showed a hint of panic.

“I accidentally stepped on the bag and a large pool of dark yellow liquid flowed out along the bottom.

My whole right foot was stuck in it.

When I opened it, I discovered that it contained some turbid waste oil. "

A look of surprise appeared on Fang Shenyan's face, because he suddenly realized a problem.

In other words, the oil stain at the door is actually because of the Sucheng River.

It was his arrival that brought the oil stains on his right foot into the room.

"Could it be that oil is one of the conditions for survival?"

Otherwise, why would that ghost cut off Su Chenghe’s right foot that stepped on the waste oil...

When the two said this, there was a sound of footsteps in the empty room.

Fang Shenyan and Su Chenghe looked up at the same time, and two slender figures appeared in front of each other.

One on the left and one on the right, standing next to two stretchers.

They are uniformly dressed, like the white costumes worn by chefs.

Only the exposed skin on the body, except the face, is covered with sleeves or gloves.

Fang Shenyan finally saw the chef face to face for the first time.

"Fang Shenyan" stopped beside the stretcher, not moving, looking at him with a cold and heartless look in his empty hands.

The left hand of "Su Chenghe" is a sharp bone-picking knife, and the right hand is holding a large iron bucket.

His footsteps did not stop, but walked along the bottom of the stretcher to the middle side and placed the iron bucket at his feet.

He looked at Su Chenghe on the stretcher with lifeless and blank eyes.

It seems that in its eyes, this is not a living person, but just a domestic animal waiting to be killed.