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 this round there are two people who dare not write answers. At least in the eyes of others, Schiller and Jerome, who have been eliminated once before, have no way to free their hands to write, because as long as they don't eat, their spines will 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 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 after-dinner drinks, the four people put down their utensils. They waited uneasily 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.
There won't be any problem.
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 means 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 piece, 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 took the answer and returned it to the kitchen. 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 as if she had been granted 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. With tears streaming down his face, he said to the others: "This is an endless reincarnation. We
It is impossible to leave 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 on 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 this was a question to him, so he cut the things on the plate and said, "If I say this is my first success, will you believe it?"
"Of course, because you are stupid, without my tips, you would never 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
There are only two left."
"Sometimes, before reaching the seventh level, we have already reached the final decisive battle. I found that winning the game at the fifth or sixth level cannot end the cycle. I think there will be hope after completing the seventh level. Now
It doesn’t appear to be the case.”
"Because this is really not the answer." Schiller said: "Do you know when the first reincarnation began?"
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. Before anyone else could react, the chef came over again. He said, "What do you think of this interpretation, sir? Oh, you don't have to stop and talk to me.
Because although you have already understood some of the secrets of this restaurant, if you stop, your spine belongs to me."
"You cannot completely control this restaurant." Schiller sighed softly and said: "The ceiling is your territory, which proves that you are probably living in the room above the restaurant and stealing part of the control of the restaurant by contaminating the ceiling.
.”
"But you haven't completely erased the rules of a real restaurant. The restaurant only requires people to finish the seven courses. No slowness, no leftovers. It is completely in line with the standard etiquette of Western food. People who have finished can leave here, and the rest becomes ingredients.
.”
"If I'm not wrong, the original meal will not go very smoothly. Maybe they will cause some disturbance during ordering or dining, but they are far less cruel than you."
"The kitchen and waiters are still controlled by the restaurant, but you can use the monsters on the ceiling to massacre the diners without restraint, and then resurrect them, trapping them in a cycle of terror and despair. How many games have you played in the past 20 days?
A game like this?"
The chef squinted his eyes and said, "You know more than I think, 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 things on his plate as quickly as possible. Suddenly, he looked up and said, "How about we compete?"
"Compared to what? Do you have any new ideas?"
"You'll find out soon enough."
The moment the words 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 to his original position. Jerome looked at Schiller and said, "What are your plans? Maybe we can work together to get out of here."
"No need." Schiller even had time to talk. He said: "If all the changes in the hotel started 20 days ago, then the time when the guy on the ceiling became like this would not be much later than the restaurant. Invasion
The restaurant may take a while, but not that long.”
Jerome did not express his opinion, but listened quietly.
"Before the ceiling monster invades the restaurant, the restaurant will send out all the people who have finished the seven courses according to the etiquette, and the remaining people will stay. Considering that most of the people here are rich, there will be many people who can get out alive."
"Thinking about it from another perspective, restaurants that are not contaminated need enough ingredients. In order to ensure sufficient supply, they need enough people to stay, but not too many because the warehouse will be exhausted."
"Judging from the portions of these seven dishes, there are not many parts that really require diners to make ingredients, so out of 100 guests, only 30 guests will stay at most, 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. The ceiling monster took three days to invade the restaurant. Then the restaurant was operating normally during these three days, which means that there would only be 90 people at most.
Being left behind.”
"After the restaurant was invaded, the ceiling monster seemed to have lost the ability to attract customers from the outside, so it created a cycle in which the last guests before the invasion continued to act as diners, playing a desperate game."
"This cycle is not a real cycle, it is just an illusion created by hallucinations. Their bodies have most likely been placed in the cold storage. In other words, after the restaurant was invaded, there were no new ingredients."
"But in the remaining ten days, the games he played consumed real ingredients."
Jerome seemed to realize something, and he said: "You don't want to consume all the ingredients in the restaurant, do you?"
"You are finally smarter." Schiller wiped his mouth with a napkin, looked at him and said, "So don't disturb me next time. I hope the remaining ingredients can give me a full meal."
Schiller's eating speed increased to another level. Now Jerome could hardly see clearly how he stuffed the food into his mouth. He began to wonder if there was a black hole in Schiller's stomach.
The chef seemed to realize what Schiller wanted to do, and he seemed to have no intention of pretending anymore. The dishes served began to become more and more original, returning to the style of terrifying heads.
This was obviously an attempt to slow down Schiller, because no one could stomach these terrible dishes, and the style of some dishes was too advanced even for a monster like him.
But Schiller ate everything.
Not only did he eat very quickly, but he was also very elegant. The waiter in charge of the restaurant could not find any fault in the process of his meal. He stood behind him blankly all the time, removing all obstacles for him.
After one plan failed, another one worked. The heads on the plate began to turn into people that Schiller cared about, but Schiller continued to eat. The devouring process didn't look like eating at all, but like the terrifying abyss absorbing it.
Something, deeper hunger means deeper madness.
Jerome chose to look away. He didn't want to look directly at this madman. He was worried that he would be contaminated. The chef stared directly at Schiller, and the world had undergone changes that he could not understand.
The light of the red candle flickered.
The chef seemed to realize that the candle was the problem, but he couldn't get close to Schiller because Schiller kept eating without any interruption.
The restaurant will protect every guest who enjoys the food - this is the real rule of the restaurant. There is no meaning in whether it is fast or slow. You must want to eat, love to eat, or even be crazy about the food, otherwise you will not be able to leave the restaurant.
Schiller showed unparalleled love.
Schiller ate so quickly that all the waiters lined up to serve him, and the queue was still moving rapidly.
The chef could only watch all this with a pale face. He exhausted all his disgusting imagination and came up with the most horrific dishes in the world, but nothing could stop Schiller.
Clang.
As the last dish handed over by the last waiter was completely wiped out, Schiller put down the tableware.
The waiter smiled at him.
"Sorry, sir, we don't have enough raw materials and we can't provide you with any more food."
As he spoke, all the waiters came to the front and stood in a row. The chef also walked out of the back kitchen and stood in front of the chefs. The chef could only stand aside and watch them.
"We know that you are not full yet. This is our fault. There is no point in existence of a restaurant that cannot satisfy customers. We are extremely sorry for you."
"No need to be sorry." Schiller wiped his mouth with a napkin and said, "Food means more than just filling the stomach. If there were no interference from some people, I believe I would taste the most perfect food here."
Everyone turned to look at the chef.
Then they slowly turned their heads and all showed the same smile to Schiller and said: "Thank you very much for your generosity, but the restaurant without ingredients can only close its shop and cannot continue to operate. Thank you all for coming.
goodbye."
They used the same movement to raise the knife between their necks.
Shit!
Blood splashed out, 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 one after another, some had knives inserted into their chests, and some had their necks slit, freezing in the last moment of their lives and deaths.
Schiller stood up, took off the napkin around his neck, and gently blew out the candle. He turned to look at the chef with a creepy look.
Just when the chef thought he was about to declare victory, Schiller suddenly looked away from his face and looked at Jerome opposite him.
"Do you still have an appetite?"
The meaning behind that nasty smile is self-evident.
Jerome smiled, picked up the pre-dinner wine and said, "The night has just begun."
Schiller took out another match, lit it and said, "I'm not a good cook, but I can find one. You're right, tonight is still very long."
The two of them turned to look at the chef at the same time, but the chef only saw hunger in their eyes.
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