Chapter 2824: Weird Feast Nightmare (VI)
Chapter 2798 Weird Nightmare (6)
"Sorry, I haven't introduced myself yet." Schiller suddenly changed the subject, turned back to look at the menu and said: "My name is Naog Sohip, an honorary fellow of All Souls College, Oxford University, and a A historian and folklorist.”
Jerome's eyes widened even more, but soon he seemed to have remembered something and curled his lips, showing a slight expression of disdain.
"If you have a little understanding of history, you will find that the exploitation of the poor by the rich has been a social phenomenon since ancient times and has never changed due to the change of dynasties."
Schiller turned to look at the chef and said: "Do you think that if you become rich one day, you will give generously to the poor and never take nutrients from them?"
The chef nodded.
"Then I'm sorry, you can never become a rich man, because the rich never control the nutrients themselves. All their nutrients come from the poor, so harvesting nutrients is a necessary condition for a person to become a rich person, and exploiting the poor is what makes them rich. an inevitable process, not a result.”
The chef didn't seem to hear what Schiller was pointing at. He just blinked and waited.
"Wealth always circulates upward. It is a stubborn disease that cannot be eradicated in human society. No system can change it. It is always a small group of people who control wealth and privilege."
"I completely understand your hatred, because you are not one of this small group of people, you are not them, so you can legitimately say that if you become them one day, you will never be as dirty and dirty as them. mean."
The chef's face became darker and darker, and he seemed to believe that Schiller was excusing these people, but Schiller did not give him a chance to speak, but spoke quickly.
"But it is a pity that this group of people will not feel dirty and despicable, because they are well-educated, understand how human society works, and understand how to become that small group of people, or even a minority The few among them, the spire on the spire.”
"They are not ashamed of gathering nutrients and growing themselves, but are proud of it. Seven out of ten people can become kings, so they will kill the other three, and five out of seven people can become kings. They just kill two more, which is as normal to them as eating and drinking.”
"You gather this group of people here and provide them with delicious food and an opportunity for them to devour their own kind. In fact, instead of punishing them, you are encouraging this trend."
"You think of them as a whole, but they don't think so, because the upward circulation of wealth is endless, and they think it's normal to kill and annex other people, because in their eyes, this is how society works. There is no such thing as helping each other and getting through difficulties.”
"So actually you're not torturing them, you're just changing what they go through every day in their normal lives in a different way for them to experience it again. Will you feel pain about changing your posture to go to the toilet one day? "
The chef looked at him in a daze, and Schiller said: "Do you think their wailing and screaming now are repentance? No, it is just physiological, just like you cry when you are in pain, no different from a baby. ”
Schiller looked at the chef's dazed expression and said: "Don't believe what I say? Then why not give it a try? Stop controlling them, stop messing with their brains, and let them leave their precious last sanity to them. Isn’t this good for you?”
Before the chef said anything, Jerome had a look of hesitation on his face. He always felt that something was wrong.
Unexpectedly, Schiller's words were not surprising. He glanced at the restaurant and said: "I know that one day you gained enough power to take revenge on others, and then you adopted the most efficient method to complete your idea.”
"I think it's a little bit over the top, like a dish with too much seasoning. You'd think using a human head to express the theme of eating one's self would have a horrific enough impact, but I think it undermines it. The balance of flavor.”
The chef looked into Schiller's eyes and asked: "So what do you think of it? Mr. Sohip."
"I pursue the original taste of the ingredients more." Schiller obviously meant something. He said: "If you want people to experience terror and despair, you don't have to put those things on the plate. Some small Hints and tricks are enough to make these people show their ugly face, which makes them even more stupid, doesn't it?"
“What do you think I should do with this dish?”
"First of all, I'm not sure you can bring them back to consciousness." Schiller shook his head and said: "If their brains are irreversibly messed up, then I'm afraid I can only taste you with regret and An imperfect piece of work.”
"It's not irreversible." The chef finally chose to confess, he said: "Since you have seen that the theme of the restaurant is cycle, I can tell you clearly that even if you leave the restaurant now, when the clock strikes midnight, you will Will still come back here, this is a restaurant no one can leave. ”
"Really? It's quite a coincidence that I just left a room that no one can leave." Schiller said nonchalantly: "I guess that's the case. You trapped them here in some way."
The chef didn't seem to want to talk to him anymore, but turned around and walked to the front of the restaurant.
Snap!
He clapped his hands vigorously, and the scene in the restaurant began to go back. Those who came and went returned to their positions. This time there was no cold dishes or wine on the table. The banquet had obviously not started yet.
But Schiller had already sat here. Jerome was obviously seeing this scene for the first time. Since he was shocked by the different scene in the restaurant, it proved that his memory had not been touched.
But all the other diners seemed to have just woken up from a dream.
"Sorry, ladies and gentlemen, today's dishes have been adjusted. I need to invite a special friend to visit the kitchen." The chef nodded to everyone. Some people looked at their watches and found that it was not time to start the meal yet, so they didn't say anything.
Schiller stood up and followed the chef to the kitchen. The kitchen was spacious and neat like every Michelin restaurant, with rows of chefs standing in front of the operating table.
There are two chairs in the waiting area. Schiller sat down on one of them without hesitation. He crossed one leg over the other and said, "It's very simple. You can just say that you kidnapped them and want to play a game with them."
"It's that simple." The chef narrowed his eyes, seemingly dissatisfied.
"The winner is the diners, the loser is the ingredients, it's that simple."
The chef seemed a little interested, he said: "What type of game? Poker?"
"That's too old-fashioned, and it has nothing to do with the theme of the restaurant. Since you said they don't really respect food, why not play this - you just do what a chef should do."
Schiller quickly left the kitchen and sat back in his seat, but unexpectedly, Jerome spoke the moment he sat down, he said: "You idiot, you messed up everything!"
"I don't know why you say that."
"I'm about to figure out all the rules of the cycle." Jerome gritted his teeth, pushed his glasses and said: "I've passed six levels, now there's only the last level of the after-dinner wine, and you changed all the rules, which makes all my previous efforts in vain."
"Don't try to blackmail me morally." Schiller said: "Especially It was when you didn't intend to share any information about the six levels with me. "
Jerome's eyes flashed with a barely noticeable gloom, but he disguised himself well, like a mad scientist who was willing to risk his life for academic research. He said: "I was getting close to the truth, and you ruined everything. You ruined my only entertainment."
"You are not as calm as you appear. On the contrary, your time-delaying strategy seems very stupid to me, like a fool. I have to say that another person who is exactly like you I have seen performed much better than you."
Jerome's face almost immediately became gloomy. He could no longer complete his disguise, but Schiller put one arm on the table, leaned forward and looked at him and said: "Your brother is much better than you."
With a bang, the plate was overturned. The chef who had just walked out looked at Jerome with a dissatisfied expression, and Jerome's fists were clenched tightly.
Schiller observed Jerome's emotions and found that he did not seem to be pretending. This did not look like a clown. Could it be that the real clown was still Jerome?
Soon the chef cleared his throat and said, "Thank you very much for taking the time to attend my banquet. In order to thank you for your continued support, I will provide you with seven dishes."
"First, the aperitif. I named it "Gotham Sunset". I know this name is a bit cliché, but it actually represents my thrilling day. I must tell you what I encountered when I first came to Gotham..."
The chef began to talk about his experience in Gotham, and how he burst out with inspiration and combined several types of wine to make this special aperitif. He also talked about the flavor of the wine and the celebrities who tasted it, and also talked about Bruce Wayne's evaluation of this wine.
The people below seemed to listen very seriously. Some nodded frequently, some took out things to start taking notes, some applauded happily, and some were moved to tears.
Then the chef began to tell the story of the cold dishes. He spent nearly two hours talking about all the inspiration sources, realization process, behind-the-scenes stories, flavors of the dishes and the connotations to be expressed for the seven dishes he arranged.
The waiters began to serve the dishes in order.
After the aperitif came, it had actually been two hours since the chef mentioned the story of the dinner wine. This time was neither long nor short, and it was far from the first point of the forgetting curve.
The waiters walked to the window and stood there in an orderly manner. The chef smiled at everyone and said, "Before we drink the first glass of wine together, I must tell you a piece of bad news - you may not be able to leave here smoothly."
Some people were confused, and some were muttering. The chef raised his hand lightly, and Schiller saw movement on the ceiling. He looked up and saw a spine.
A blood-red spine stripped of flesh and fascia hung on his head. If Schiller remembered correctly, this thing was the thing that pressed his head before.
Everyone has a spine on his head, and the dense neural network covers the entire ceiling. Schiller can even see many familiar neural structures from it. This thing is surprisingly scientific.
But this obviously frightened the diners. The chef reset them to the time when they were awake. They simply could not accept such a horrific scene and screamed and tried to leave their chairs.
The spine extended downward, touching the brain stem that controls actions, and then pierced into the neck. The nerves spread along the spine, and everyone's heads lowered.
"I didn't say this time is forever." The chef raised his glass and said, "As long as you finish seven dishes, you can leave naturally."
"But unfortunately, due to some previous problems, I didn't prepare enough ingredients. I'm afraid I have to ask you to donate generously... No, I don't want your money. I think some of you here are the best ingredients."
Ignoring the horrified expressions of the crowd, the chef sighed softly and said, "Now, write down the inspiration for making this glass of wine, my story, the flavor of the wine, the origin of the raw materials, anything on the paper in front of you."
"The ten people who wrote the worst will become the ingredients for the next dish-others will enjoy them."
The chef drank the normal wine in the glass, his expression became gloomy and said, "Start writing, friends."
The work and rest adjustment was successful!