Chapter 4-2 Diary information into the bookshelf (click)
After cleaning the meat strips with mineral water, Zhuang Wuming discovered that the meat strips had a series of properties.
Item: Double-headed Pork
Level: Ordinary
Function: Food (edible)
Durability; 3
Raising his eyebrows, Zhuang Wuming said in surprise: "It's edible. I didn't have these data just now, and it also has durability."
After thinking for a while, Zhuang Wuming came to a realization: "Could it be that the meat that has been processed by my cooking skills has become an edible ingredient?"
After much deliberation, it seemed that this explanation was the only correct one. Zhuang Wuming thought to himself: "It seems that the skills in this world have various functions."
"My cooking skills are able to process various things and make edible things."
After having this idea, Zhuang Wuming's eyes flashed: "The preliminarily processed things can be turned into ingredients, so what will happen to the real ingredients after processing."
With the idea of experimentation and exploration, Zhuang Wuming began to make his first dish in the world.
Cold white meat is a very simple and easy to make dish.
First, cook the white meat in mineral water, and then use a butcher's knife to cut the white meat into thin slices.
Maybe it's the quality of the meat of the two-headed pig. The thin slices look as white as pieces of transparent white jade, with a faint meaty aroma permeating the air.
Zhuang Wuming used a clean iron pot to put the thin white meat in it. At the same time, he picked up the seasonings he picked up and started pouring them into it. After some stirring, a cold white meat dish was completed.
When my eyes fell on this dish, a piece of data quickly emerged.
Item: Cold white meat
Level: Ordinary
Function: Quickly restore physical strength and accelerate recovery from physical trauma.
Seeing this row of data, Zhuang Wuming burst into joy.
"Good guy, this skill is really extraordinary. It actually has such an effect. The food you make can restore physical strength and repair physical damage. It is definitely one of the most useful skills in this world."
"What I fear most is getting hurt. Now that I have this skill, I don't have to be afraid."
Smelling the faint aroma of meat, Zhuang Wuming couldn't bear it anymore. He took out the white meat from the iron pot and started to feast on it.
In just a moment, they were all swept away like wind and clouds.
"belch"
Burping with satisfaction, Zhuang Wuming took a deep breath and completely spread out on the ground, feeling extremely lazy.
"Finally alive."
Waves of warm current rushed from his stomach into his whole body. He felt that the fatigue in his body disappeared quickly, and his spirit became drowsy under this warm current.
Closing his eyes slightly, Zhuang Wuming fell into a deep sleep, and his faint breathing sounded. This day was too tiring for him.
Time passed slowly. I don’t know how long it had passed. Zhuang Wuming suddenly woke up, his whole body trembled, and he stood up vigilantly, looking around.
It was quiet, except for a flickering light overhead.
Zhuang Wuming, who overreacted, breathed a sigh of relief: "I actually fell asleep. If a monster had attacked me just now, I would have been doomed."
"We can't do this in the future. We must prepare warning devices. This is not a peaceful place."
After waking up, Zhuang Wuming felt the power filling his body and said to himself: "Completely recovered."
"Let's start sorting out the loot."
His eyes fell on the old backpack beside him, and he bent down and started to sort it out.
There was black dried blood flowing on these backpacks, and it was obvious that something bad had happened to their owners.
He quickly sorted out everything in his backpack and placed them in rows on the ground.
Two lighters, a military shovel, and a few novels seemed to be used to pass the time.
An arm-long machete was the only thing Zhuang Wuming liked, but it was very ordinary in terms of power and could not pose much danger to the monsters here.
Other than that, there is nothing in these backpacks. Maybe there was something in them in the past, but now it is empty.
Picking up the diary placed aside, Zhuang Wuming sat under the dim light and read through it.
After entering the first page, Zhuang Wuming's pupils shrank and his expression became serious.
"Something terrible happened today. Where is this?"
"I saw a huge monster outside the window. It was a terrifying monster that was taller than a building. I couldn't believe that there was such a thing in this world."
"Have I fallen into hell? It's so terrifying."
.............
The entire page is filled with all kinds of soliloquies and crazy conjectures, as if this man has fallen into a mental breakdown.
But starting from the second page, his thoughts seemed to return to normal, and the owner of the diary began to record everything he saw.
"It's very quiet during the day. Occasionally, you can see little monsters holding iron forks walking through the streets."
"Fortunately, my home is in an elevator apartment and is very high from the ground, otherwise I would have been discovered."
............
"I haven't eaten for a day. I'm so hungry. I want to go home."
Soon Zhuang Wuming turned to the third page. They were all things he had seen, and there was no exploration of the world.
It wasn't until the fourth page that his hand paused and he saw a description that caught his attention.
"I don't know why, but I suddenly came back after taking a nap."
"If it weren't for my physical weakness and hunger, I might have thought I was dreaming."
"I won't tell anyone about this. This is my nightmare. I never want to experience it again."
Looking at this page, Zhuang Wuming thought to himself, "It turns out that I can go back, but the way to go back is unknown. He went back after a nap, what about me?"
For three consecutive pages, the owner of the diary is praising the joy of life.
But starting from the seventh page, the owner of the diary fell into collapse because he returned to this world again.
"No, how could it be? How could I come back again?"
"What the hell is going on? I don't want to come back."
.......
Seeing this, Zhuang Wuming's eyes lit up: "I'm actually back again. Is there a cycle of three days? Then can I go back even if I stay for three days?"
Continue reading the diary until page 17, where the content stops abruptly.
"It seems that the owner of this diary only lived for seventeen days and died here."
Zhuang Wuming got a lot of information from the diary, the most important of which is that there is a three-day cycle, and entering here means returning to reality. The second is that he saw the appearance of some monsters.
The night devil appears with the highest frequency, while other monsters appear sporadically and were recorded by the owner of this diary.
Until the end, he did not know the name of the owner of the diary. He looked at the rows of hanging corpses, five of which belonged to humans.
"No matter who you are, I'll bury you."
As soon as he thought of it, Zhuang Wuming first went to the third floor of the shopping mall, where furniture and beds were sold.
He took five beds at random and spread them on the ground one by one. He put down the five hanging corpses one by one, resisted the pungent rotten smell, and wrapped them in the beds.