Chapter 2825: Weird Feast Nightmare (Part 7)

Chapter 2799 Weird Feast Nightmare (VII)

Obviously, the chef's evaluation of this group of people was not wrong. They were not interested in food. They often went in and out of this restaurant just because it was the restaurant of the Wayne Hotel and only received celebrities and dignitaries. They only regarded this place as a social occasion and had no respect for the so-called chef and food.

Some people picked up the pen tremblingly and scratched their heads to write a few words, but most of them were just some general perfunctory. Some people remembered a few sentences and began to write quickly, but they didn't know the cause and effect, and it sounded like a random travelogue.

Some people found that they couldn't write any background story at all, so they just started with the flavor of the food, picked up the wine glass and tasted the taste of the wine carefully, and wrote down their feelings.

Some people chose to communicate with the people next to them. There is no doubt that under the elimination system, no one wanted to tell others the answer. Everyone covered the paper in their hands tightly. They didn't want to be the one to be eliminated.

The restaurant was very spacious, but only half of it was used. There were about 20 tables, each with four people, and the number of people was close to 100. It was very merciful to only eliminate the last 10 people this time, because people thought they would not be the worst writers.

Time passed by minute by minute, and after more than a minute, someone finally couldn't help but collapse. A man in a suit threw his pen and started cursing loudly.

"What is going on? Why am I staying here? I've had enough! I'm leaving now!"

He stood up and walked out, but it was obvious that the spine hanging from the ceiling would not let him go so easily.

The man pushed the chair away and turned around. At the moment he walked out, he felt his neck itchy, and the others showed a horrified expression.

The man's spine was pulled out completely.

At the interface connected to the spine hanging from the ceiling, a complete adult male spine was pulled out, and the nerves slowly spread downwards, then separated the joints of the spine and absorbed into the ceiling.

The man fell down with his eyes wide open.

Screams rang out in the restaurant, but everyone sat in their chairs without moving. They just opened their mouths, their jaws kept trembling, and curled up palely, like quails wet by rain.

Schiller didn't care about these abnormalities. He was writing his answers seriously. Schiller didn't think he had a natural advantage just because he came up with this idea, although it seemed so on the surface.

He asked the chef to do what the chef should do, and the chef should do nothing more than make delicious dishes and introduce them to the guests, and the chef did so.

As the person who made this suggestion, Schiller could have anticipated it earlier. He listened carefully when the chef explained, memorized everything, and then wrote it down on paper, as if this would ensure his safety.

But it was not that simple at all.

Schiller did not really regard the chef as a human being just because he seemed to be able to communicate and had his own likes and dislikes. He was not a human being at all, but a puppet controlled by the monster, or he might be the monster itself. All his rationality had been affected by madness, and he could not be speculated by human common sense at all.

He only said that the 10 people who wrote the worst would become ingredients, but he did not say what was bad. Some people might think that in terms of the dignity of a chef, the less people wrote, the more it proved that he did not listen to the class, and the more it proved that he did not respect the chef, so he would naturally be judged as bad.

But things may not be like this at all. The other party is just a monster. He can completely act without the logic of the chef. When he needs to pretend to be a human, he will come up with a set of seemingly logical rules. When he does not need to pretend to be a human, he will forget everything. Monsters are like this.

And if you want to be worse - based on the previous experience on the 19th floor, Schiller does not think this is impossible - this may be a trap set by the monster for Schiller.

He didn't listen to Schiller's advice at all. He pretended to do it just to play with humans again. He pretended to follow Schiller's advice and changed the way of playing the game, but he could find another reason to judge Schiller's writing as bad, even if Schiller wrote down everything he said verbatim.

Only the Joker who played games with Batman would stubbornly follow a rule. The monsters in Cthulhu Mythos would only install time bombs on the two buttons of the dilemma test and let them explode randomly.

So Schiller never arrogantly thought that he had the initiative. This was always a chaotic game. What could be used was only the collision of chaos and chaos, rather than expecting the monsters to really follow any rules.

Schiller looked at the paper in front of him. Although the chef might not attack him so quickly, he had to be cautious. In this way, he had to answer as comprehensively as possible and leave a backhand.

Schiller began to write quickly. He wrote very quickly, and his handwriting was a little sloppy. The strokes between letters were a little unclear, but this just achieved the effect he wanted.

Jerome seemed to be writing something as well. Schiller was not worried that his communication with Jerome would expose his intelligence, because if he was in the past, then Jerome in the future would not be able to directly tell Jerome about himself.

When the 5 minutes were up, the waiters came over to collect the notes. A lady sitting on the other side of Schiller stared at the notes filled with Schiller's writing with some envy. She took the initiative to talk to him: "You must have listened very carefully, right? Then do you remember the next dish..."

"Sorry, ma'am, but it was just a coincidence." Schiller explained: "I just happened to be more interested in wine, so I listened to a few sentences and added some of my own understanding, but I can't do anything about the next few dishes."

All the notes were taken away, and the people in the restaurant waited anxiously for their own verdict. The chef who walked back to the kitchen soon appeared, holding more than 10 notes in his hand.

Everyone's eyes were focused on him, and he seemed very satisfied. When he smiled, the nasolabial folds outlined an arc at the corner of his mouth, making the muscles on his entire face look particularly relaxed.

"Very good, friends, your answers surprised me. I mean... unexpectedly bad."

The chef's face suddenly sank, and everyone's heart skipped a beat. They knew that their lives and deaths now depended on this man's thoughts. If he was unhappy, everyone's chances of survival would be much smaller.

The chef suddenly raised his hand, and a woman sitting on the right side of the table at the end of the room suddenly stood up uncontrollably. She reached out and picked up the knife with a horrified face.

Swish!

The head fell to the ground, the spine was pulled out, and her body was carried down by the waiters next to her. A fragrance soon came from the kitchen.

The crowd was even more terrified, but looking at the blood-red spine attached to their necks, no one dared to move.

The chef took out a piece of paper slowly and began to read. The content on it was incoherent, and even wrote something about pop singers, which sounded like the kind of composition written by elementary school students.

There is no doubt that this is what the woman handed in. When the chef finished reading, he looked around and found that some people seemed to be relieved, while some people became nervous.

All the people present were smart. They could roughly compare whether they would be eliminated by the quality of the answer read by the chef. Those who were relaxed obviously wrote better than this woman, while those who were very nervous wrote about the same as this woman. They realized that they might be eliminated, so they were afraid and panicked.

But no one was stupid enough to choose to run away, because they knew they couldn't run away. The atmosphere of panic filled the restaurant, and the chef seemed to enjoy it very much.

He cast an approving look at Schiller. Although Schiller was not happy at all, he still nodded perfunctorily.

Then, the chef killed two more people, an old man with silver hair and a woman dressed in heavy makeup, and read out their answers one after another.

There is no doubt that the same perfunctory, the old man wrote a little bit of cultural level, but it has nothing to do with the topic, the woman is basically illiterate, the level of grammar makes people wonder if she is American.

This time, the chef did not kill them first, but read their answers first, and exhausted all the words to belittle what they wrote, watching them from anger to despair, and finally, as expected, the cervical vertebrae were pulled out, fell to the ground, and the bodies were transported to the back kitchen.

After that, the chef slowed down, he read the answers one by one, word by word, sometimes after reading the first sentence, he would change another piece of paper, just to prevent the people in the field from realizing too early whether they were read.

Everyone was on the verge of collapse under this huge pressure, and two more people could not bear such a great pressure, crying and wanting to escape, and were undoubtedly killed.

And the chef announced a more cruel news, that is, those who were not selected were not on the list of 10 people, that is, no matter how many people screamed and ran away, he still had to use the answers submitted to eliminate 10 people.

After the people with poor psychological quality were eliminated, the mental torture was finally over. After the chef finished reading the last piece of paper, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and many people collapsed directly on the table.

But the chef took out another piece of paper.

Some people began to cry, some looked numb and didn't care about anything, and some people had already started to want to commit suicide with a knife.

"Next, I must read to you the works of this great writer, from Mr. Neogsohipp. He is the best writer among all of you. I have to say that he is the one who respects me the most among you. Not only did he write down my words word by word, but he could also quote classics and analyze them in depth. For this reason, I am willing to give him the opportunity to exempt him from the next round."

The chef began to read Schiller's manuscript passionately again. Schiller's expression did not change at all, and everyone else looked at him because the chef pointed in his direction after the introduction.

Only his age here looks like a doctor, so everyone's eyes fell on him, some were resentful, some were envious, some were malicious, and some were full of complicated emotions.

Schiller remained motionless, sitting there with a calm expression. When the chef finished reading the manuscript and looked over for the last time, he saw Schiller making a cross on his chest.

A trace of disdain flashed in the chef's eyes.