Chapter 13

Not long after, the clock struck twelve.

The maid Su Xiaoqian followed the hostess downstairs and saw Zhu Fugui serving dishes. She said something to the hostess and quickly walked to the kitchen to serve dishes with Zhu Fugui.

With the cooperation of the two, the dishes were served on the table in a short while. However, at the end, Su Xiaoqian's face turned pale. The dish she served happened to be the "three squeaking dishes".

Seeing the dying mice piled together, she almost trembled as she put the dishes on the table. She hated mice the most in her life and almost couldn't help throwing the plate away just now.

All kinds of dishes have been served. Before the meal officially started, the hostess picked up a plate and picked up some of the dishes and piled the plate full.

Then, she picked up a small mouse, dipped it in the sauce, and piled the sauce-colored small mice on the top of the plate in the same way. Then, the hostess handed the plate to Su Xiaoqian and whispered to her, "Give these to my eldest son, who lives in the cellar. I told you where the cellar is before. My eldest son has been in a bad mood recently and doesn't like to eat. You must watch him and coax him to eat these things."

Looking at the little mouse struggling and twisting on top of the food, Su Xiaoqian wanted to scream. But she knew the consequences of being irrational in the game, so she nodded with a stiff face and replied with difficulty: "Yes, madam, I know."

When she was carrying the plate, the little mouse was still squeaking weakly. Su Xiaoqian couldn't stand this torture, so she took the plate and hurriedly left the hall, wanting to hand over the things on the plate quickly.

After Su Xiaoqian left, the male host and the second son of the family also started to go downstairs to eat and sat down at their respective seats.

"Who made lunch?" The male host suddenly asked after sitting down.

"It's... it's me."

Faced with the male host's question, Zhu Fugui was a little uneasy. Although he had tried his best, the rotten cat and dog meat could not make a satisfactory dish.

He also listened to Bai Yan's suggestion. However, there were no additives in the kitchen that could turn rotten meat into magic except for seasoning. So even though he sprinkled a lot of spices, he still couldn't cover up the disgusting fishy smell.

Fortunately, the male host just asked casually. After asking this question, he didn't say anything else, but picked up the knife and fork and ate with relish.

Whether it was the dragon and tiger fight or other dishes, including the terrifying cat and dog heads, he and the hostess also ate with relish, and soon swept away all the meat dishes.

Their youngest son did not have the same good appetite as them. He only drank two spoonfuls of soup and ate a little vegetables, and did not move the tableware again.

This directly led to all the leftovers except for the meat dishes eaten by the couple piled on the boy's plate.

The abnormal behavior of the youngest son attracted the attention of everyone present.

The game allowed them to live in this villa and take care of a family of four, which means that this family is definitely not normal.

With this psychological preparation, everyone accepted the horror recipes of the hostess and the host well, but the boy was too normal, which made him seem less normal.

Including Bai Yan, everyone had their own guesses in their hearts. But now is not the time to discuss the problem, they all stood quietly, waiting for the three to finish lunch.

"Yes, today's dishes are very good." After a full meal, the male host seemed very satisfied: "Especially the mouse dip sauce, the taste is particularly good, it seems that the chef has put a lot of effort."

"Thank you, thank you... This dish is actually not my idea, it was taught to me by the housekeeper." Zhu Fugui did not dare to take credit, and stammered to confess: "Without the housekeeper's guidance, I would not have thought that I could cook like this."

"It seems that our housekeeper has a lot of ideas, good, keep it up." The male host said with satisfaction: "Housekeeper, I just received a call. The day after tomorrow, I plan to hold a banquet at home and invite a few old friends. You can prepare the banquet in advance. Of course, don't forget that there must be a mouse dish on the table at that time."

"I remember, sir."

Bai Yan wrote this matter in the memo and continued to observe the second son of the family.

As before, the boy did not eat another bite until the end of dinner, and let Zhu Fugui take all the tableware off the table.

After finishing the meal, the couple went upstairs early. Seeing the boy getting up slowly and leaving, Bai Yan walked over quickly, bowed his head and asked softly: "Young Master, are today's dishes not to your liking? I see you eat very little."

Faced with Bai Yan's question, the boy only looked up and glanced at him, and did not speak.

Seeing the boy's uncooperative attitude, Bai Yan knew that he could not ask anything.

After the three villa owners left, Lu Tianyi, who had been a bodyguard for the whole morning, the cook Zhu Fugui, and Bai Yan finally had the opportunity to get together and exchange the information everyone had obtained.

At present, it seems that although the owner of the villa has a weird hobby, he has not learned the true meaning of the capitalists' blood-sucking and skinning. They kindly gave them an hour's rest time at noon. During this time, they went to An Qing, who was inconvenient to move and did not leave the room easily, and exchanged information with other people who gathered.

"Liu Kui and I didn't find anything in the garden. Those roses are ordinary flowers, without any abnormality." Gardener Li Hao said: "What about you, did you find anything?"

"No, the male owner has been reading in the study all morning. I have been standing behind him and didn't find anything wrong." Lu Tianyi said with a headache: "While the male owner was reading, I tried to ask the male owner if I could leave the villa, or if I could go around and find out the inside of the villa so that I could better protect him, but the male owner didn't allow it. He said it was safe here and didn't need my attention too much."

"Why hire a bodyguard if there is no danger? Rich people are really bored." The driver Liu Kui said sarcastically: "I think he hired a bodyguard just to show off. Having someone standing behind him all the time can reflect his noble status."

"Brother Liu, why are you arguing with him? We don't even know if he is a human or a ghost now." All morning, Li Hao and Liu Kui had a good relationship, so he joked: "And if he was an NPC, he probably wouldn't live more than 7 days. He might die before we leave, and sacrificed himself for us."

"Ah, is it interesting to say these things? I want to hear something more practical." Yang Qi interrupted them gloomily: "I did what you said this morning, but I didn't find anything. The hostess and the little brat were in their own rooms. With them watching, I didn't dare to rummage around. And the other guest rooms had nothing useful except waste paper. I cleaned the room for a whole morning, and I had to spend energy rummaging through these things. My waist was about to break, and no one came to help me."

"..."Faced with Yang Qi's complaints, everyone was speechless. Everyone was assigned tasks by the owner of the villa, so how could they have time to help her.

And when they just stepped into the door, the hostess explained that only the cleaning woman and the maid could do the cleaning of the room. The maid had been working at the lady's place in the morning, and was ordered to deliver lunch at noon, so she really couldn't help her.

When Yang Qi was complaining, Bai Yan also had some thoughts in his mind.

He originally thought that the teammates who matched in the morning would be more useful, better than the group of players who dared to click the match until midnight. Now it seems that the quality of teammates has improved a little, at least there will be no one who cries and wipes tears as soon as they enter the game.

However, improving quality does not mean having brains. Several teammates in this game can be seen at a glance that they are the type with poor brains.

However, being poor brains is not without advantages. Stupid people are easy to deal with. You can trick them into committing suicide. If something happens, it will be a pleasure to push them out as cannon fodder...

Thinking diverged here, Bai Yan quickly dispelled this idea.

He chanted a few sentences in his heart, "If you don't want others to know, don't do it yourself", "People do, God is watching", "If you often walk by the river, how can you not get your shoes wet", feeling that his brain is still hot and still wanting to make trouble, he repeated it a few more times, and finally cooled down a little, and no longer had the idea of ​​framing teammates for fun.

In the last round of the game, he let himself go and left a Chu Fu, but the post exposing him stayed on the homepage for six days, and it is estimated that it is still hanging there now.

Unless he can kill all his teammates in the same game, his current identity will be exposed sooner or later, and he will be posted on the forum by a surviving player. He can't treat everyone as fools.

Moreover, the best way to pass the game is to find a reliable teammate to form a team in the later stage. There are many dead ends in the later stage, and random matching is extremely dangerous. If you match a team-killing engine, and step on a dead end at the beginning, then everyone in the group will play with him, and they won't even know how they died.

At least, he can't indulge before he gets the big gift package after passing the game. For the greatest happiness, he must restrain himself and give up some insignificant little fun.

Perhaps, after resurrecting Wang Ze and stabbing him to death, he can find another App and come in to play another round.

By then, he can play however he wants.

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After the four people in front of them finished explaining their gains, seeing that Zhu Fugui didn't say anything, Bai Yan spoke for him: "When I was helping Lao Zhu in the kitchen, I found that there was only rotten cat meat, dog meat, snake meat and rat meat in this kitchen, and only a few vegetables. I guess they will be used up after making another meal in the evening. At noon today, the man and woman of the villa ate a lot of meat, and they especially liked the three-squeak dish made by Lao Zhu."

"In addition, the second son of this family only ate a little vegetable at noon and drank a few mouthfuls of vegetable soup. It seems that he is not interested in ** meat."

After listening to Bai Yan's information, An Qing bit her fingers and thought.

But before she could think carefully, she heard Yang Qi screaming next to her: "The kitchen is full of rotten meat, what should we eat? I don't want to eat dead cats and dead rats!"