The reason why Han Fei dared to enter room 1052 directly was actually after careful consideration.
He has stayed for three hours now, completed the hidden mission, and can exit the game at any time.
In addition, Meng Shi once said that the tenants of 1052 had not harmed anyone and even saved Chenchen who accidentally ran upstairs.
Although the other person had a sickly and terrifying expression on his face, kept a strange pet, and chopped off the faceless ghost's head with a knife, Han Fei still felt that the other person was a good neighbor.
The reason is very simple. This woman just killed the ghost who wanted to harm him and saved his life.
Looking at the woman's blood-red back, sharp knife, head, and gorgeous blood-red lips, these were all the impressions the woman left on Han Fei.
Opening the door with the word "death" written all over it, a strange fragrance wafted out from the house.
Room 1052 and Room 1051 are connected together, but the smells emanating from the rooms are completely opposite.
The dim light reflected the woman's pale face, and the bright red coat looked a bit dazzling. The woman waited for Han Fei to enter the house and then closed the door.
Listening to the sound of the door closing, Han Fei's heartbeat began to speed up.
He glanced around, the room was even weirder than he imagined.
A huge dining table is placed in the center of the living room, with exquisite plates on it, each filled with fragrant "delicious food".
If it was just like this, Han Fei wouldn't be afraid. The problem is that none of the fragrant "delicious foods" are things that normal people would eat.
"Doll? Photo? Hair?"
The "food" on the plate was so strange that Han Fei felt extremely uncomfortable just looking at it. He instinctively wanted to retreat, but his body felt cold.
When he turned back, a pale arm was put on his shoulder, and fingers without any warmth gently touched his neck.
"What do you like to eat?" A woman's voice sounded in Han Fei's ears, and her words seemed to contain a fragrance, a fragrance that made people feel scared.
"I don't know what I like to eat. My family is relatively poor, so I'm very grateful if I have a stutter." Han Fei didn't dare to answer casually. He was afraid that the other party would do something crazy, such as saying that he likes to eat meat. As a result,
The other party directly uses local materials.
"Children who are not picky eaters are the easiest to feed." The woman removed her cold fingers from Han Fei's neck. She didn't know what the meaning of her words was. After she finished speaking, she carried the faceless ghost's head into the kitchen.
"Easy to make a living?" After Han Fei waited for the woman to enter the kitchen, he looked at the sharp knife on the dining table.
The woman seemed to have many of those blood-stained sharp knives, each of which was different in length and style, and seemed to have different functions.
"This is the knife she used to pierce the faceless ghost's head..." Han Fei had no means of protecting himself. He involuntarily walked to the dining table and reached out to touch the knife on the table.
A warm feeling spread into his body from his fingertips, and then a harsh scream sounded in Han Fei's ears, which scared him and quickly retracted his hand.
At the same time, the voice of the system also came from his mind.
"Attention, player number 0000! You have discovered a G-level bloody item - a blood-stained table knife."
"Blooded table knife: A cursed knife. It is very sharp. If used for a long time, it will uncontrollably want to cut people and things around it."
This was the first time Han Fei had seen such cursed items. They seemed to be able to harm ghosts, but the price paid was that the user himself would also be cursed.
Thinking of the appearance of tenant 1052, Han Fei thought it would be better not to touch other people's things.
While Han Fei was thinking wildly, a strong aroma wafted out of the kitchen. He swallowed unconsciously and looked sideways into the kitchen.
The kitchen door was half open, and Han Fei could vaguely see the bright red figure.
He smelled the fragrance in the air and walked to the kitchen.
His finger fell on the doorknob. Just as Han Fei was about to push the kitchen door open, the door opened by itself.
A woman holding a black stew pot in both hands appeared at the door of the kitchen. She looked at Han Fei with a smile, and fresh blood could be seen on her fingers.
The alluring aroma came from the pot, but the head of the faceless man was missing.
"I have a special need for food, and I have been looking for the most perfect taste." The woman walked forward with the black pot in hand. Her steps were very fast, forcing Han Fei to step back: "You must be hungry too, right?"
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She scooped out two spoonfuls of meat soup from the black pot, and then she dumped the rest of the pot into the trash can.
Han Fei didn't see the faceless ghost's head in the pot, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"What's wrong?" The woman heard Han Fei's breathing. She put the stew pot on the table and turned to look at Han Fei.
"Isn't this too wasteful?" Han Fei had a regretful expression on his face: "The meat you cooked smells so delicious, it would be a pity to throw it away."
No one doesn't like to be praised. After hearing Han Fei praise her cooking skills, the smile on the woman's face became more obvious: "Those meats are just ingredients, what I want is soup. Besides, these ingredients will not be wasted, I will make them
It feeds my pets."
"Feed to room 1051?"
"Yes, it loves to eat my leftovers." After the woman said that, she entered the kitchen again. When she opened the door, Han Fei saw some strange "things" hanging in the kitchen.
Han Fei didn't know what those things were. It felt like a butcher hanging freshly slaughtered meat in a butcher shop.
In just a few minutes, the woman cooked several dishes. She placed the dishes on exquisite plates and invited Han Fei to sit at the huge dining table.
"It's been a long time since I moved here, and you are the third person to come to my home as a guest." The woman opened the lid on the dinner plate, and the aroma filled the room.
Han Fei moved his index finger, but when he saw the dishes on the plate, he had no desire to eat at all.
What was placed in front of Han Fei was a plate of animal offal with blood streaks on it, and this was already the most normal dish on the table.
In addition to animal offal, there were also some plants that Han Fei had never seen before and a variety of strange meats.
"Why don't you use the chopsticks?" The woman picked up the napkin on the table and wiped her lips gently.
Her movements were very graceful, but the lipstick on her lips was not wiped off, but became more vivid, as if it was not lipstick at all, but blood.
"You haven't eaten because my food doesn't taste good? Or are you worried that these dishes are made of human flesh?" The woman smiled happily. She stretched out her right hand and gently placed it next to her cheek.
"Don't worry, I have never hurt anyone, and I am not interested in human flesh." The woman looked at Han Fei's face, her scarlet eyes gradually became trance-like, and she couldn't help but bite the little finger of her right hand: "I
What we pursue is the ultimate deliciousness, but human flesh is not delicious.”