Chapter 2830: Weird Feast Nightmare (End)

Chapter 2804 The Nightmare of Weirdness (End)

Originally, they all thought that three people should be eliminated when there were five people left, but they didn't expect that five people would be eliminated.

But the good thing is that in this round, two people did not dare to write answers. At least in the eyes of others, Schiller and Jerome, who had been eliminated once before, had no way to free their hands to write, because as long as they did not eat, their spines would be damaged. will be extracted.

These two people are destined to be eliminated in this round, and the others only need to face the remaining three competitors.

Although it is not optimistic, if Dr. Sohipu, who claims to know all the correct answers, does not participate, there is still a chance of winning.

After finishing this round of post-dinner drinks, the four people put down their tableware. They waited anxiously for a while and found that they were not attacked. Sure enough, when there was no threat to life safety, simply not eating was okay. Nothing will go wrong.

They started writing furiously, but unfortunately, the only two people left who drank the second glass of pre-dinner wine were almost unconscious, and obviously couldn't write anything good, which meant that now There are only two people who are competitive.

In the case of choosing one from the other, the probability is still very high. The two people are a man and a woman. The man is a little short and thin, and the woman is not strong. They don't seem to think that they have the ability to solve physical problems, so at the beginning After some hesitation, I decided to rely on my brain to solve the problem, each write his own thing, and compete for this spot based on his ability.

After they finished writing, they handed it in and started tasting the after-dinner wine without stopping. They were worried that they would be the ones eliminated and would have to eat to survive.

The chef returned to the kitchen with the answer. After a while, he announced the name of the eliminated person. The woman won.

She almost cried with joy, sitting there and sobbing. She was the final winner, defeating everyone present.

But suddenly the chef spoke again.

"The first course is pre-dinner wine. Please write down your understanding of this dish on the paper in front of you. I will sort them according to the quality of your answers. Only one person will be eliminated in this round."

The woman's expression froze on her face, and then she made a sharp sound that was not human-like.

"No!! You said you would let us leave after finishing seven courses!!!"

"Have you really finished eating?" the chef asked.

The woman lowered her head in a daze. The plate in front of her was empty, but after her eyes wandered for a while, she seemed to see her head appearing on the plate.

The woman was so frightened that she screamed, but when she came back to her senses, she found that there was nothing on the plate. She stammered: "I've finished eating. Of course I've finished eating. I also wrote down all the answers. I didn't." Being eliminated..."

"Okay then, ma'am, you can leave."

The chef gave up his seat, and the woman who heard these words felt like she was being amnesty. She didn't even have time to see if she had left anything behind, but she rushed out of the restaurant door like crazy.

Soon, the restaurant opened again.

The brightly dressed diners walked in, and the survivors stared blankly at their faces, realizing that they were all old friends.

The woman walked in last, with tears still on her face.

The hand holding the cutlery began to tremble. A middle-aged man who had survived because he kept eating dropped the cutlery while trembling. He faced the others with tears in his eyes and said, "This is an endless reincarnation. We It's impossible to get out of here alive. If any of you can get out, please tell my daughter that I will always love her."

His spine was removed and his body fell onto the table.

Everyone screamed in terror as they woke up from a dream. Schiller, who had been busy eating at this time, asked while eating: "How many reincarnations have you lived?"

Jerome knew that this was a question to him, and while cutting the things on the plate, he said, "If I say this is my first success, will you believe it?"

"Of course, because you are stupid, without my tips, you would not have survived until now." Schiller said very calmly: "What does it look like to fail in the game?"

Jerome's face was gloomy, obviously because of what Schiller said, but he paused and said: "If the seven courses are not completed, everyone will be reset to the starting point."

"Why isn't it done?"

"You didn't change any rules of the game." Jerome said: "I said you messed up everything just to numb you. In fact, in the original scary restaurant, many people were eliminated in each round until The last two remain.”

"Sometimes, before reaching the seventh level, we have already reached the final decisive battle. I find that winning the game at the fifth or sixth level cannot end this cycle at all. I think there will be hope after completing the seventh level. Now It seems not so."

"Because that's really not the answer," Schiller said. "Do you know when the first reincarnation started?"

Jerome paused for a moment, seeming to be thinking about whether to share the information with Schiller, but he knew that he had been trapped here for too long, and he urgently needed a way to leave, and he saw it in Schiller. Hopefully, he knows Schiller has a solution.

"Twenty days ago." Jerome said: "All the abnormalities in the hotel started 20 days ago."

"It's much shorter than I thought." Schiller whispered, "I don't know if it will be enough for me to have a full meal."

The chef's eyes fell on him, and while others hadn't reacted yet, the chef came over again and said, "What do you think of this interpretation, sir? Oh, you don't have to stop and talk to me, because although you have seen through some of the secrets of this restaurant, if you stop, your spine will belong to me."

"You can't completely control this restaurant." Schiller sighed softly and said, "The ceiling is your territory, which proves that you probably live in the room above the restaurant and stole part of the control of the restaurant by polluting the ceiling."

"But you haven't completely erased the rules of the real restaurant. The restaurant only requires people to finish seven dishes, not slowly, and no leftovers, which is in full compliance with Western standard etiquette. Those who have finished can leave here, and the rest will become ingredients."

"If I'm not mistaken, the original meal would not be very smooth , maybe they will create some interference during ordering or dining, but they are not as cruel as you. "

"The kitchen and waiters are still controlled by the restaurant, but you can use the monsters on the ceiling to slaughter diners wantonly, and then revive them, making them fall into a cycle of terror and despair. How many rounds of this game have you played in 20 days?"

The chef squinted and said, "You know more than I thought, but I must remind you that no one can walk out of this restaurant alive."

Schiller didn't want to talk nonsense with him. He ate the food on the plate as fast as possible. Suddenly, he looked up and said, "How about we have a competition?"

"Compete for what? Do you have any new ideas?"

"You will know soon."

The moment the voice fell, Schiller began to concentrate on eating, and his speed was more than twice as fast as before.

It seemed that it was time to start, and the chef had to stand back in his original position. Jerome looked at Schiller and said, "What's your plan? Maybe we can work together to leave here."

"No need." Schiller even had time to talk. He said, "If all the changes in the hotel started 20 days ago, then the guy on the ceiling would not have become what it is now much later than the restaurant. It may take some time to invade the restaurant, but not that long."

Jerome did not express his opinion, but just listened quietly.

"Before the ceiling monster invaded the restaurant, the restaurant would send out all those who followed etiquette and finished seven courses, and the rest would stay. Considering that most of the people here are rich, there will be many people who can get out alive."

"From another perspective, the uncontaminated restaurant needs enough ingredients. In order to ensure sufficient supply, they need enough people to stay, but not too many, because the warehouse will be in a hurry."

"From the weight of these seven dishes, there are not many parts that really need diners to make ingredients, so at most only 30 guests out of 100 will stay, and the number may be even less."

"Suppose that one day 20 days ago, the restaurant and the ceiling monster mutated at the same time, and the ceiling monster spent three days invading the restaurant. Then the restaurant was operating normally during these three days, which means that at most only 90 people would be left."

"After the restaurant was invaded, the ceiling monster seemed to have lost the ability to attract customers from the outside. , so they created such a cycle, letting the last batch of guests before the invasion constantly play the role of diners and play desperate games. "

"This cycle is not a real cycle, but an illusion created by illusion. Their bodies are likely to have been placed in the cold storage, that is to say, after the restaurant was invaded, there was no new food to replenish."

"But in the remaining ten days, all the games he played consumed real food."

Jerome seemed to realize something, and he said, "You don't want to consume all the food in the restaurant, do you?"

"You are finally smart." Schiller wiped his mouth with a napkin, looked at him and said, "So don't bother me next time, I hope the remaining food can still make me full."

Schiller's eating speed has increased to a higher level. Now Jerome can hardly see how he puts the food into his mouth. He began to wonder if there is a black hole in Schiller's stomach.

The chef seemed to realize what Schiller wanted to do, and he didn't seem to plan to pretend anymore. The dishes served began to become more and more original, returning to the style of scary heads.

This was obviously intended to slow down Schiller, because no one could eat these terrible dishes. The style of some dishes was too advanced even for a monster like him.

But Schiller ate everything.

Not only did he eat quickly, but he was also very elegant. The waiter who controlled the restaurant could not find any faults in his eating process. He stood behind him blankly and cleared all obstacles for him.

When one plan failed, he came up with another one. The heads on the plate began to become people that Schiller cared about, but Schiller ate them all the same. The process of swallowing did not look like eating at all, but like a terrible abyss absorbing something. Deeper hunger represented deeper madness.

Jerome chose to look away. He did not want to look directly at this madman. He was worried that he would be contaminated. The chef stared at Schiller, and the world changed in a way that he could not understand.

The candlelight of the red candle was swaying.

The chef seemed to realize that the candle was the problem, but he could not get close to Schiller at all, because Schiller was eating all the time without any interruption.

The restaurant will protect every guest who enjoys the food - this is the real rule of the restaurant. Fast and slow have no meaning. You must want to eat, love to eat, and even be crazy about the food, otherwise you will not be able to leave this restaurant.

Schiller showed unparalleled love.

Schiller ate too fast. All the waiters lined up to serve him, and the line was still moving fast.

The chef could only watch all this with a sullen face. He exhausted all his imagination of disgust and made the most terrible dishes in the world, but nothing could stop Schiller.

Clang.

As the last dish handed over by the last waiter was wiped out, Schiller put down the tableware.

The waiter smiled at him.

"Sorry, sir, we are short of raw materials and can no longer provide you with any food."

As he said, all the waiters walked to the front and stood in a row. The chef also came out of the kitchen and stood in front of the chefs. The chef could only stand by and watch them.

"We know you haven't eaten enough. This is our fault. A restaurant that can't fill its guests' stomachs has no meaning to exist. We are very sorry for you."

"Don't be sorry." Schiller wiped his mouth with a napkin and said, "The meaning of food is more than just filling your stomach. If there were no interference from certain people, I believe I would have tasted the most perfect food here."

Everyone turned their heads to look at the chef.

Then they slowly turned their heads and smiled at Schiller in unison, saying, "Thank you very much for your generosity, but a restaurant without ingredients can only close and cannot continue to operate. Thank you all for coming. Goodbye."

They raised the knife to their necks in the same way.

Swish!

Blood splattered all over, and everyone fell down almost at the same time, like black and white piano keys being pressed at the same time.

At the same time, the bustling diners sitting at the table fell down one after another, some were stabbed in the chest by knives, and some were cut in the neck, freezing in the last moment of their death before they died.

Schiller stood up, untied the napkin around his neck, blew out the candle gently, and turned to look at the chef with a creepy look.

Just when the chef thought he was going to make a victory declaration, Schiller suddenly moved his eyes away from his face and looked at Jerome opposite him.

"Do you still have an appetite?"

The meaning behind that bad smile is self-evident.

Jerome smiled, picked up the aperitif and said, "The night has just begun."

Schiller took out another match, lit it and said, "I'm not a good chef, but I can find one. You are right, tonight is still a long night."

The two turned to look at the chef at the same time, and the chef only saw hunger in their eyes.

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