Along with the flickering light of the red candle, an inexplicable power spread in the restaurant. Jerome suddenly raised his eyes, and he keenly felt that there was something different about Dr. Sohip.
The chef's eyes also became deeper. He could see more things. The soul of the man 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, under the surprised eyes of everyone, Schiller sat down, tied his napkin with his fingers flying, picked up the knife and fork and began to taste the food in front of him.
His eating movements were very elegant, without any sense of hecticness, but he was very fast. Before anyone else could react, he had finished the entire plate of food.
Then he gently wiped his mouth with a napkin and rang the service bell with his finger.
bite!
A sound exactly like that of an elevator echoed in the restaurant.
The first waiter standing in front of the window immediately walked up to him in a polite manner, and Schiller said in a low and slow voice: "I'm not full, please give me another piece of food."
The waiter nodded immediately and walked towards the kitchen. Soon another cold dish was brought up. Schiller finished the meal quickly in the same manner as before and rang the service bell again.
This time it was the second person, who walked up to Schiller with the same attitude as the previous one and asked the same question, and Schiller gave the same answer.
Then the third, the fourth, the fifth.
Schiller's stomach was like a bottomless pit. No matter how many dishes were served, they would disappear in his mouth as quickly as possible. Then he would quickly ring the service bell and ask for another dish. He ordered more than a dozen dishes in a row, and he didn't even bother.
There was no sign of overstuffing.
Although hunger is scary, it is uncomfortable to continue eating when you are full. Just like you cannot disguise your hunger, most people cannot pretend that they are full.
But Schiller's extremely high appetite for food didn't seem to be fake at all. Everyone could see that not only was he not full, he was also very hungry.
A silver-haired old man cleared his throat and attracted everyone's attention. He said: "The list of this round has been announced. We have to think about what to do in the next round."
"He wants to kill us all!" a woman screamed, still staring at Schiller, trying to give him some clues.
The old man showed an impatient expression, but still said: "If you kill him now, he won't even be included in the list of people to be eliminated. This is meaningless at all."
"But he has the answer." Another person said: "He did such a wrong thing, and he should pay the price for it and let him tell the answer!"
The question has returned to its original point. If Schiller is forced to tell the answer, the person with a stronger memory will still win. Even if he says something and someone else remembers something, everyone will have the same answer, and maybe everyone will be eliminated.
Even if this is not the case, the chef can still choose to write ugly words or use wrong punctuation marks. This is completely meaningless involution. No one is sure that what they are not good at will not become the elimination criteria.
This kind of elimination game requires differences, not accuracy. If everyone writes badly, then you have to pick the 20 worst ones. If everyone writes well, then you have to pick out the 20 worst ones.
For those who are poorly written, when some people are bound to die, widening the gap with others is the only way to survive.
Asking Schiller to publish his answers would obviously not make a difference unless he only published the answers to some people, which is almost impossible because they are all in the same space now.
What’s even more desperate about this rule is that outside of the rules, people who are eliminated are not included in the knockout quota, so even if they kill 20 people before the start of this round, they will still have to die again when the time is up.
20 pieces.
Then it is meaningless to kill people like this. Not only that, but also to save the lives of everyone as much as possible, because the more people there are, the less likely it is that you will be among the bottom 20.
At this time, the chef announced the rules for the third round. 30 people will be eliminated in this round.
Everyone collapsed, because now there were only about fifty people left in the entire restaurant, and it was no longer a few people who had to be eliminated, but the majority.
At this point, some people couldn't help it anymore. He rushed to Schiller's side, stretched out his hand to catch Schiller, and said: "Tell me the answer, you bastard, tell me what that guy said?
!What’s the story about the soup?!!”
Although others laughed at his recklessness in their hearts, they were also curious. Will Schiller tell the answer under his pressure? If everyone knew the answer, would the chef continue the game?
But the man didn't catch Schiller.
As soon as he rushed halfway, the waiter nearest to him came over, pushed him to the ground, and stabbed him in the chest. The other waiters carried him down.
The others looked at the chef's stern gaze and knew that he did not want things to develop like this, so they could only put down their thoughts obediently, sat back in their seats, and began to think about the story about the soup.
At this stage of the matter, most people were desperate and exhausted. Some were scratching their heads and scratching their heads, and some were staring blankly. In almost the whole restaurant, the only sound was the sound of Schiller's cutlery hitting the plates.
Jerome had been staring at the burning red candle, but the table was too big and 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 and tore it into pieces, then 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 give them 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. More than half of the answers have not been collected yet. If they can protect their own answers and then destroy others', maybe they can get through it smoothly.
This is the level that eliminates most of the people.
Immediately, someone 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 focuses on them.
In fact, there are not many frail people who can live to this day. Most wealthy 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 will only be a dozen people in total, which means that more than a dozen people will have to be eliminated. Everyone is focusing on each other.
At this time, someone was staring 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, strong 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.
Didn't even 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 a solution for Schiller.
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. Just as he expected, 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 sneak peek at the content 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.
It was faster than this man, so I gave up.
As soon as such an abnormality appeared, everyone was angry at the chef but dared not speak out. Why is this man named Sohipu special? Why doesn't the chef let others 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.