Obviously, the chef's assessment of these people is not wrong. They are not interested in food. They frequent this restaurant just because this is the restaurant of the Wayne Hotel and only receives celebrities and dignitaries. They only regard this place as a social gathering place.
The occasion, no respect at all for the so called chef and the food.
Some people trembled and picked up their pens, scratching their heads and scribbling down a few words, but most of them were general and perfunctory. Some people remembered a few words and started writing furiously, but they didn't know the cause and effect, and it sounded like an irrelevant article.
travel diary.
Some people find that they can't write any background story at all, so they simply start with the flavor of the food, pick up the wine glass, taste the wine carefully, and write down their feelings.
Some people choose to communicate with the people next to them. There is no doubt that in the knockout competition format, no one wants to tell others the answer. Everyone covers the paper in their hands tightly. They don’t want to be eliminated.
that.
This restaurant is very spacious, but only half of it is used. There are about 20 tables with four people per table, and the number of people is close to 100. It is very merciful to only eliminate the last 10 people this time. People think that they will not
It's the one with the worst writing.
Time passed minute by minute, and after more than a minute, someone finally couldn't help but broke down. A man in a suit threw away his pen and began to curse loudly.
"What the hell is going on? Why am I staying here? I've had enough! I'm leaving now!"
He stood up and was about to walk out, but obviously, the spine hanging from the ceiling would not let him go so easily.
The man pushed away the chair and turned around. The moment he stepped out, he felt something itchy on his neck, while everyone else showed horrified expressions.
The man's spine was completely extracted.
At the interface connecting 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 it into the ceiling.
The man fell down without a look in his eyes.
There were screams one after another in the restaurant, but everyone sat on their chairs and did not move. They just opened their mouths wide, their jaws kept trembling, and their faces were pale and curled up, like quails wet by rain.
Schiller didn't pay attention to these anomalies. He was writing his answer carefully. Schiller did not feel that he had a natural advantage just because he came up with the idea, although it seemed so on the surface.
He asked the chef to do what the chef should do, and all the chef should do is to make delicious dishes and introduce them to the guests, which he did.
As the person who made this suggestion, Schiller could anticipate it earlier, listen carefully when the chef explained, memorize everything, and then write it down on paper. It seemed that this would ensure his safety.
No worries.
But it's not that simple at all.
Schiller does not really regard the chef as a person just because he seems to be able to communicate and has his own likes and dislikes. He is not a person at all. He is a puppet controlled by the monster, or it may be the monster itself. Everything about him
Reason has been affected by madness, and it is impossible to speculate on him based on human common sense.
He only said that the 10 people who have written the worst will become ingredients, but he did not say what is bad. Some people may think that in terms of the dignity of a chef, the fewer people who write, the more proof that he has no
The more he listens to the class, the more it proves that he doesn't respect the chef, so he will naturally be judged as poor.
But things may not be like this at all. The other party is just a monster. He doesn't have to act according to the chef's logic. When he needs to pretend to be a human, he can come up with a set of seemingly logical rules. There is no need to pretend to be a human.
When the time comes, just leave everything behind, that’s what monsters are like.
And if you think about it more seriously - based on his 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 humanity again. He pretended to follow Schiller's suggestion and changed the way the game was played, but he could find another reason to judge what Schiller wrote as bad.
, even if Schiller wrote down everything he said, word for word.
Only the Joker who plays games with Batman will stubbornly follow one rule. The monsters of the Cthulhu Myth will only put time bombs on the two buttons of the dilemma and let them explode randomly.
Therefore, Schiller never arrogantly believed that he had the initiative. This was always a chaotic game, and the only thing that could be used was the collision of chaos and chaos, rather than expecting the monster to actually follow any rules.
Schiller looked at the paper in front of him. Although the chef might not attack him so quickly, he must be cautious. In this way, he must answer as comprehensively as possible and leave a backup plan.
Schiller began to write rapidly. He wrote very fast, and the handwriting was a bit sloppy, and the strokes between letters were a bit 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, Jerome in the future would not be able to tell Jerome directly.
Luo Mai talks about his own affairs.
When the five minutes were up, the waiters came over and took away the note. A woman sitting on the other side of Schiller stared at the note filled with Schiller with envy. She took the initiative to talk to him: "You must have listened very well.
Are you serious? Then you still remember the next dish..."
"Sorry, madam, but it's just a coincidence." Schiller explained: "I just happened to be more interested in wine, so I listened to a few words and added some of my own understanding, but I can't do anything about the following dishes.
Already."
All the notes were taken away, and people in the restaurant were anxiously waiting for their 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 around his mouth, making the muscles on his entire face look particularly relaxed.
"Excellent, friends, your answers surprised me. I mean... surprisingly bad."
The chef's face suddenly darkened, and everyone's hearts trembled. They knew that their life and death now depended on this man's thoughts. If he was unhappy, everyone's chance of survival would be much smaller.
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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 look of horror on her face.
Stab!
The head fell to the ground, the spine was removed, and her body was carried down by the waiters next to her. A scent of fragrance soon came from the kitchen.
The crowd became even more frightened, but looking at the blood-red spine attached to their necks, no one dared to move.
The chef slowly took out a piece of paper and began to read. The preface and follow-up of the things on it were inconsistent, and he even wrote something about pop singers, which sounded like the kind of composition written by a primary school student.
There is no doubt that this is what this woman handed over. When the chef finished reading, he looked around the venue and found that some people seemed to be relieved, while others became nervous.
The people present are all smart people. By the quality of the answer read by the chef, you can roughly compare whether you will be the one eliminated. Those who feel relaxed can obviously write better than this woman, and those who are very
Those who are nervous are similar to this woman. They realize that they may be eliminated, so they are scared and panicked.
But no one was stupid enough to choose to run away, because they knew they couldn't escape. An atmosphere of panic filled the restaurant, and the chef seemed to enjoy it quite a lot.
He cast an approving look at Schiller. Although Schiller was not half happy, he still nodded perfunctorily.
Immediately afterwards, the chef killed two more people, an old man with silver hair and a woman dressed in heavy makeup, and read out the answers of both of them one after another.
There is no doubt that it is the same perfunctory way. The old man's writing is slightly literate, but it has nothing to do with the subject. The woman is basically illiterate. Her grammatical skills make people wonder whether she is American.
This time, the chef did not kill them first, but read out their answers first, and used all the words to belittle what they wrote. He watched them go from anger to despair, and finally, as expected, his cervical spine was pulled out and they fell to the ground.
On the ground, the body was transported to the kitchen.
After that, the chef slowed down and read out the answers one word after another. Sometimes he would change to another piece of paper after reading the first sentence, just to prevent the people in the room from realizing it too early.
Have you ever thought of yourself?
Everyone was on the verge of collapse under this huge pressure. Two more people couldn't bear the pressure and cried and tried to escape, but were undoubtedly killed.
And the chef announced an even crueler news, that is, these people who were not selected were not on the list of 10 people, which meant that no matter how many people screamed and ran away, he still had to eliminate 10 people with the answers they handed in.
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After the people with poor psychological quality were eliminated, the mental torture finally passed. After the chef read the last piece of paper, everyone let out a long breath, and many people collapsed 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 had already begun to want to commit suicide with a knife.
"Next, I must read to you the works of this great writer, Mr. Nyogsohip. He is the best writer among all. I have to say that he is the most respected among you.
Mine not only wrote down my words word for word, but also quoted scriptures and analyzed them in depth. For this reason, I am willing to give him a chance to be exempted from the next round."
The chef began to read the manuscript written by Schiller impassionedly. Schiller's expression did not change at all, but everyone else looked at him because the chef pointed in his direction after the introduction.
He is the only one here who looks like a doctor at his age, so everyone's eyes are on him. Some have grudges, some are envious, some have bad intentions, and some are 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 crossing himself on his chest.