Chapter 2828: Weird Feast Nightmare (10)

Chapter 2802 Weird Feast Nightmare (Ten)

As the red candlelight flickered, an inexplicable force spread in the restaurant. Jerome suddenly raised his eyes and keenly felt that there was something different about Dr. Sosip.

The chef's eyes also became deeper. He could see more. The soul of the person in front of him was completely different. It was him, but not him.

Is this his true face? Is he the owner of the head lying on the plate? What will he do?

In the solemn atmosphere, in the surprised eyes of everyone, Schiller sat down, his fingers flew, tied a napkin on himself, picked up the knife and fork and began to taste the food in front of him.

He ate very elegantly, without any sense of rush, but very quickly. Before everyone else could react, he had eaten up the whole plate of food.

Then he gently wiped his mouth with a napkin and rang the service bell with his fingers.

Ding!

The same sound as the elevator echoed in the restaurant.

The first waiter standing in front of the window immediately came to him in a polite manner. Schiller said in a low and slow voice: "I am not full. Please give me another serving of food."

The waiter nodded immediately and walked towards the kitchen. Soon another cold dish was brought up. Schiller finished his meal quickly with the same attitude as before and rang the service bell again.

This time it was the second person who came to Schiller in a similar manner and asked the same question. Schiller gave the same answer.

Then came the third, fourth, and fifth servings.

Schiller's stomach seemed like a bottomless pit. No matter how many dishes were served, they would disappear in his mouth at the fastest speed. Then he would quickly ring the service bell for another serving. He asked for more than a dozen dishes in a row, and he did not show any signs of being full.

Although hunger is terrible, it is not comfortable to continue eating after being full. Just like you can't pretend to be hungry, most people can't pretend that they are full.

But Schiller's high appetite for food was not something he could pretend. Everyone could see that he was not full, but very hungry.

A silver-haired old man cleared his throat, attracting everyone's attention. He said, "The list for this round has been announced. We have to think about what to do in the next round."

"He wants to kill all of us!" a woman screamed. She still stared at Schiller, wanting to teach him a lesson.

The old man showed an impatient expression, but still said, "If you kill him now, he can't even be counted in the list of eliminated people. It doesn't make sense at all."

"But he has the answer." Another person said, "He did such a wrong thing, he should pay the price for it, let him say the answer!"

The problem returned to the starting point. If Schiller was forced to say the answer, the person with a better memory would still win. Even if he said one sentence and others remembered one sentence, everyone's answer would be the same, and maybe everyone would be eliminated.

Even if this doesn't happen, the chef can still pick out those who write badly or use incorrect punctuation. This is completely meaningless internal competition. No one can be sure that what they are not good at will not become the elimination criteria.

This kind of elimination game requires differences, not correctness. If everyone writes badly, then you have to pick out the 20 worst ones. If everyone writes well, then you have to pick out the ones who write relatively badly. In the case that some people will die, widening the gap with others is the only way to survive.

Letting Schiller announce the answer obviously cannot create differences, unless he only announces the answer to some people, but this is almost impossible to do because they are now in the same space.

What is even more desperate about this rule is that outside the rules, the eliminated people are not counted in the elimination round, so even if they kill 20 people before the start of this round, they will still die 20 more when the time is up.

Then killing people in this way is meaningless. Not only that, but you have to save everyone's lives as much as possible, because the more people there are, the less likely you are to be in the bottom 20.

At this time, the chef announced the rules of the third round. Thirty people would be eliminated in this round.

Everyone collapsed, because there were only about fifty people left in the entire restaurant. It was not a few people who had to be eliminated, but the majority.

At this point, someone couldn't help it. He rushed to Schiller's side, stretched out his hand to grab Schiller, and said, "Tell me the answer, you bastard, tell me what that guy said?! What's the story of the soup?!!"

Although the others laughed at his recklessness in their hearts, they were also a little curious. Would Schiller tell the answer under his coercion? If everyone knew the answer, would the chef continue the game?

But the man didn't catch Schiller.

He had just rushed halfway when the waiter who was closest to him came over, pressed him to the ground, stabbed him in the chest, and the other waiters lifted him down.

The others saw the chef's arrogant look and knew that he didn't want things to develop this way, so they could only give up the idea, sit back in their seats, and start thinking about the story about the soup.

At this stage, most people were desperate and tired, some scratched their heads, some had dull eyes, and the only sound in the entire restaurant was the clear sound of Schiller's cutlery hitting the plate.

Jerome had been staring at the burning red candle, but the table was so big that he couldn't touch the candle without leaving his seat, so he could only stare at it.

Although the chef was watching the embarrassment of everyone scratching their heads, his eyes also glanced at Schiller from time to time. Unfortunately, Schiller had been eating, and it seemed that the entire outside world had nothing to do with him.

Many people finished writing the story about soup with their heads down, and those who were a little sure didn't look happy, because obviously they didn't remember all the next few questions, they just died early or died late. It's just a difference.

But in the process of handing in all the papers, something unexpected happened again. Suddenly, a skinny man grabbed the note from the woman not far away from him like crazy, tore it into pieces, and went crazy. The ground laughed.

The woman obviously didn't react for a moment. After she realized what she had just experienced, she immediately collapsed and screamed. She picked up the fork and wanted to kill the man, but the person next to her hugged her tightly. Got her.

At this moment, there is no point in killing men in this way. It will only leave them with one less scapegoat.

But the man's actions also reminded everyone here that if you want to create differences, you can also solve the problem physically. As long as you artificially destroy the answers written by the other party, they are destined to be eliminated.

It seems that the chef has no intention of stopping it. Many people immediately took action. There are still more than half of the answers that have not been collected. If you can protect your own answers and then destroy other people's, maybe you can get through it smoothly. This is the level that eliminates most of the people.

Someone immediately started taking action. They first put the note in their hand into the innermost pocket of their clothes, then grabbed their knives and forks and started attacking others.

In this link, those who are young and strong naturally have the upper hand, while those who are older and weaker at first glance are unlucky, and everyone sets their sights on them.

In fact, there are not many frail people who can live to this day. Most rich people take good care of themselves, so everyone basically depends on their age. After all, the aging of the human body is irreversible. The older you are, the easier it is to bully you.

The young people teamed up and caught the old people first. They did not kill them, but they snatched the notes from their hands. Some of them were more cruel and simply chopped off their fingers so that they could no longer write. any chance of recovery.

But there are not that many elderly people. After dealing with everyone, there are only a dozen people in total, which means that more than a dozen people have to be eliminated. Everyone has set their sights on each other.

At this time, someone stared at Schiller.

Schiller was still eating.

He was like a glutton who was completely insatiable. The waiters standing in a row in front of the window had already had their turn, but he was still enjoying the food, and he couldn't wait and was extremely hungry.

A tall, red-haired man aimed at him. His table was very close to Schiller, and it seemed that Schiller was unprepared. The note was just placed in his hand casually. Schiller had been busy eating. Not even a glance at it.

So as long as you rush over and grab the note as quickly as possible, you will definitely leave Schiller with no answer to hand in. In this way, you can completely eliminate a person who will definitely win in the next few rounds, and you can also provide Free up a living space for yourself.

The red-haired man moved.

He arched his body and rushed towards the table where Schiller was sitting like a cheetah, and just as he hoped, he touched the note as soon as he stretched out his arm.

At this moment, he was almost ecstatic, because before taking action, he had thought of another possibility.

If he gets the note successfully, he can actually take a peek at the contents on the note before destroying it, and then add some to the note in his hand. In this way, he will have something that others don't have. Advantages, successfully create differences between yourself and others, thereby ensuring that you can survive this round of the game.

Thinking of this, the red-haired man couldn't wait to retract his hand, but before he could fully stand still, his elbow directly touched Schiller's arm when he retracted his hand in a hurry.

Knives and forks need to be held with two hands. When Schiller was touched like this, the fork in his hand fell directly to the table.

At this moment, the nearest waiter moved. He came to Schiller's side almost teleporting at a speed that no one could see clearly. He picked up the baby like a chicken. The red-haired man's neck was broken with a click.

When he was attacking Schiller, other people were also paying attention to the situation here. They were actually also interested in the answer in Schiller's hand, but because they were far away, they couldn't do anything. Faster than this man, so I gave up.

As soon as such an abnormality appeared, everyone was angry at the chef but dared not say anything. Why is this man named Suoship special? Why didn't the chef let someone else kill him?

But most people dare to get angry but dare not speak out. After all, the selection of answers is based on real names. If the chef is angered now and he deliberately makes himself one of the eliminated people later, that will be terrible. There is really no place to cry.

Everyone handed in their answers one after another. The chef took all the notes and walked to the kitchen. After a while, he walked out again. It was time to announce the elimination list.

A dozen more people died.