One hundred and fifty-three. The identity of the chef
"The reason why I can't accept the food in the castle is because of the cook. You never know how much of their body hair and saliva are stained on the weird Qiancheng cakes delivered. The never-ending filth and stealing, the head is just a decoration like a mural, this is
My opinion about the cooks, little Remi, if you eat what they cook I won't want to touch you for a day... for a few minutes."
"They have low IQs and no language. They always communicate with grunts and gestures. The bad news about this is that it is difficult to communicate, and the good news is that it is also difficult to communicate. Even if you are discovered by the cook, they will only try to catch you or call your companions to join you.
I want to capture you, rather than describe your form to the chef so that you can be exposed, but just in case, it’s best not to be discovered by them.”
"The wisdom of a bear lady is like the brain of a ghoul. It cannot be said to be absent but it can be ignored. You can expect these disgusting monsters to eat the food secretly when delivering food to the lord and spit out the smelly meat after they find it.
What do you want?"
"I have only had limited contact with the cooks, and their behavior is consistent with the descriptions of Claire, the dean and the professor."
The person who falls into the dream cannot be released.
Being discovered by the cook will not reveal your identity, but the person released into the dream may be discovered.
Recalling the description of the cook, Lu Li moved his limbs, slipped between the cook's legs when the mountain collapsed, and grabbed him with his giant claws, and ran towards the exit at the other end of the kitchen.
The cumbersome cook's reaction and speed were quite slow, while Lu Li in the flowing cat form was more agile, flexible, and weaker.
With his head pressed against the kitchen door, the force of his limbs could only make the gap widen a little.
The dull sound of footsteps approaching from behind made the cook bend down and grab Lu Li at the door with her two claws.
Lu Li stopped temporarily, like a dancing shadow avoiding the cook's claws, and the gap in the iron door that represented hope closed.
The pursuing cook lay down and stretched out her claws towards Lu Li who had gotten under the table. Lu Li flexibly got out from the other side, jumped onto the kitchen table, stepped on the cook's back, jumped back to the ground, and continued to push the door.
The cook got up, turned around and pounced on Lu Li who pushed the door open. He had to back away again just as he was about to get out, and the huge claws that cast shadows scratched his hair.
The outer kitchen space was narrow, and there was no time for Lu Li to get away from the cook.
Lu Li thought as he hid under the kitchen table again.
To make matters worse, there was a noise in the deep kitchen, and the shadowy and swaying silhouettes under the door meant that more cooks were coming.
Maybe there's a chef mixed in there.
Being discovered by the head chef and being discovered by the cook are two different outcomes.
When Lu Li began to consider whether to use the Dream Man to escape, he suddenly heard a creaking sound beside the dull and chaotic footsteps.
"This way, this way!"
A shadow came out of the mouse hole in the corner and waved this way.
Lu Li gave up on the dreamer for the time being, jumped over the cook's outstretched paw, got out from under the table, and rushed into the mouse hole before it turned around.
The cat boy spread out in the dark mouse hole, vaguely revealing the outline of a humanoid like an elf in a ghost town, with something stuck in his back.
This is not a malicious trap.
"This is wrong...this is wrong."
The humanoid silhouette seemed to be in delirium, making a squeaking sound like a dream, and the object inserted behind it rotated, making the sound of gears like a machine.
Lu Li took his eyes away from it for a moment and looked at the thick legs of the cooks wandering outside the rat hole.
A pair of thick legs stopped in front of the mouse hole. For a moment, the bright eyes were in front of the mouse hole.
All it saw was a dark, empty straight passage.
…
At the corner of the mouse hole, wrap the tail around the villain and put it down.
It has slowly emerged from delirium.
"Who are you?" Lu Li asked it.
"I don't know, who are you? I've never seen you. Are you from outside? What's it like outside?"
The sober little man asked naggingly.
Lu Li simply answered it and then asked it if there was a way out of the kitchen.
"I know, come with me."
The villain greeted him and took the lead towards the depths of the mouse hole. When he found that Lu Li did not follow him, he asked strangely: "Why don't you leave?"
The reason that made Lu Li stop was simple: "There is no light inside."
"Are you afraid of the dark? Wait for me."
The villain said as its footsteps and hazy outline gradually moved away. Lu Li lay down in the rat hole that seemed narrow to him and listened to the footsteps outside the rat hole.
Soon, a ray of light emerged from the end where the villain left, gradually approaching.
A rat-man walking upright approached Lu Li holding a luminous object the size of a soybean and offered the fluorite: "Here you go."
Lu Li looked at it quietly. It was not because this mouse helped a "cat", but because of the strange soul inside it.
It's Midnight City Survivor.
"Do you know who you are?" The elongated tail curled up Fluorite, which was large enough for its current body size.
"I don't know, do you know me?" the mouse man asked.
Lu Li shook his head, his beard bent against the wall and asked, "Have you always lived here?"
"Yeah, with my brothers and sisters."
"Are they the same as you?"
"Um."
Lu Li's cat boy reflected the fluorite light spots: "Can you show me them?"
"Okay."
The mouse man turned around and agreed to take a "cat" to their lair.
Lu Li saw something inserted behind it, a mechanical clockwork.
As it crawled through the complex and undulating rat hole tunnels under the dim light of fluorite, some wall gaps were as wide as streets, and some were so narrow that the hair clung to the body.
After passing through countless narrow openings in the road, it suddenly opened up. It was like the bottom of a well, empty and the hole above the head led to the unknown. Light fell from the ground far above the head, illuminating the mice living at the bottom of the well.
"I brought my friends back!"
the Rat Man shouted excitedly to his companions.
Looking at the other mice, they were suddenly thrown into chaos like headless flies due to Lu Li's appearance. They were bumping around, and the clockwork behind them was spinning stiffly.
The rat man stared blankly at these happenings and began to murmur again: "This is wrong... this is wrong... this is wrong..."
Lu Li ignored its strange state for the moment and paid attention to the rat-men scurrying around at the bottom of the well.
There is a strange, illusory soul curled up in the mouse's body.
They are all Midnight City survivors.
At this time, the light from the distant hole above their heads became dim, and shadowy pieces of food crumbs were scattered. The aroma of bread and minced meat made them break away from the chaos...or in other words, they lost their only thinking and no longer cared about the existence of the intruder.
, lying next to the food and feasting.
The chaos quickly returned to the quiet rustling of eating.
The only person who stayed awake was the rat man whispering beside him.
"Have you always been here?"
The question pulled the rat man out of the chaos. He looked up in confusion, as if he had lost his previous memory.
"Have you always been here?" Lu Li asked again.
"Yes, my brothers and sisters and I have always been here."
