Real world, the sixteenth floor.

The blood on Fang Shenyan's face had been wiped clean, but his glasses had disappeared.

But even without glasses, you can see his bright eyes.

He has never been a myopic person.

As for why you wear glasses, no one knows the reason behind it.

On the 16th floor, there is no one here.

Although it was my first time to work as a store manager, the scene in front of me was nothing special.

The narrow and slender corridor was filled with many debris and shoe racks, making the already crowded corridor even more crowded.

The smell in the corridor was not good, so Fang Shenyan covered his mouth and nose and walked forward slowly.

The corridor was quiet and he didn't hear anything since he got off the elevator.

The families on both sides also closed the doors, and there was no sound inside.

When Fang Shenyan passed through 1604, his eyes caught a huge black garbage bag in front of the door of the house.

I don’t know what is in the garbage bag, but there doesn’t seem to be much in it.

His vision could not penetrate the surface, but he saw dark yellow turbid liquid seeping out from under the garbage bag.

Since Fang Shenyan had had close contact with Mu Nianmei when he was a child, he had a deep impression of this black plastic bag.

He always felt that what was in it was not a good thing, so he slowly bent down.

"Sizi..."

But just as he was about to turn it open, a strange sound suddenly came from the depths of the corridor.

The sound was like the pork that had just been washed fell into the oil pan and was frying the grease.

Fang Shenyan slowly stood up, and he looked in the sound and saw oil smoke floating outward from the door of a room in front of him.

Originally, with his personality, he would not be interrupted immediately once he was about to do something.

But for some reason, when the sound rang, especially when the smell of oil smoke became more and more intense, he couldn't help but walk forward.

And when Fang Shenyan's back gradually walked towards the room.

Behind his eyes that could not be seen, the first illusory shadow suddenly appeared.

He took a step, it took a step.

The shadow was in line with him, silent.

Immediately afterwards, the second shadow appeared, the third, the fourth...

Until Fang Shenyan walked into the house where the door was opened, the shadow behind him had already filled the entire sixteenth floor.

Fang Shenyan, who was unaware of all this, stood at the door and frowned, but stopped.

Compared with Ru Ru's house, this house has been expanded by two to three times.

The overall space is huge, but there is little furniture, and you can't even feel any sense of life.

All the eyes are white roofs, white walls and white floor tiles.

A dark yellow liquid was poured on the pure white floor tiles at the door of the room.

It is very similar to the liquid seen in the corridor, but it is clearer.

Fang Shenyan lowered his head and looked at it, and saw his face from it.

This three-bedroom and one-living house has a living room with nothing.

The empty appearance made Fang Shenyan unable to touch what this was.

What really made him look at was where the smoke came from.

When I came to the house, the "sizzling" sound continued and the smell of oil smoke became stronger.

Fang Shenyan covered his nose, looked down at the liquid at his feet, and headed towards the smoke.

This is a kitchen of about ten square meters. The stove is long and wide, and there are many pots and pans.

He walked in from the door and checked one by one.

From left to right, there was nothing in a huge stainless steel basin.

But there was some solidified oil in the basin. He took a quick look and felt that it was yellow and greasy.

The same situation is also found in the second stainless steel, but it looks very clean.

In the third stainless steel basin, there are some black things left.

Just a glance at the scene, the boredom between Fang Shenyan's eyebrows became more and more obvious.

He looked at these stainless steel basins with a sincere sense of resistance.

But he was not in a hurry to draw a conclusion because the clues in front of him were not complete.

Finally, he saw the oil pan on the stove that was still heated by high temperature.

This big pot contains most of the dark yellow oil, and the hot butter is surging up and down in the oil pot.

No one.

There is no one here.

But the pan is heating, the oil is churning, and what is cooking and frying.

Fang Shenyan looked at the black pot handle. He didn't want to smell this smell again, so he slowly pressed his hand on the stove and prepared to turn off the heat.

However, just as soon as he touched the switch, a flash of lightning suddenly flashed through his mind.

His head suddenly felt severe pain, as if it was being slashed on the back of his head by a sharp axe.

Strange scenes and broken pieces squeezed into the brain at the same time.

...

A palm wearing sleeves and rubber gloves appears in the picture.

I could only see the back of a hand, and something was being held in his palm, as if it was being kneaded.

After a moment, something was thrown into a hot oil pan.

Once entered, it feels like water and fire colliding, producing hot high temperatures and strong white smoke.

It rolled and flipped inside, and the flour fell layer by layer on the bottom of the pot, but it could never see through the things wrapped inside.

The owner of the palm did not pause, and took something from the right and threw it into the pot.

...

It's just such a frying scene without beginning or end.

Fang Shenyan subconsciously looked at the right side of the oil pan, where there were only some oil stains.

This picture is a locked perspective, and the container that is filled does not enter the picture.

He frowned, and finally turned off the heat, looked at the butter still churning in the oil pan, and moved away.

After the last experience, he came to install the third stainless steel basin.

After he gently touched it with his hand, the severe pain came again.

A gray sack with a bulging inside, as if full of things.

This time, he saw both hands, unbuttoned the rope of the sack and moved the things inside out.

Judging from the sleeves and gloves, these are the same hands of the same person, and they are the same as the one before.

Fang Shenyan will call him "chef" for now.

The thing the chef took out of the sack was a snow-white thing.

It’s just that the picture is obscure and blurry, making people unable to see what this is.

He didn't clean it either, and threw the pig's trotters into the pot from the sack.

For some reason, Fang Shenyan always felt very familiar when he looked at it.

It's like, he's seen...

But it's impossible to see it before.

Every five he threw, he had to fry it and fish it out, and then threw five more and repeated in turn.

Because the picture skips too quickly and the perspective is locked, Fang Shenyan does not observe carefully enough.

He wanted to see what the inside of the sack looked like, but the picture was frozen.

In another basin, the situation is almost the same.

On the left is a meat filling machine and on the right is a chopping board.

The chef kept throwing the stirred stuffing in the meat filling machine on the chopping board, rolling up his sleeves and kneading it with a rolling pin.
To be continued...