Chapter 40 [Seeking support and collection]

We've already searched the entire lounge, so it's not here. It must be over there, over by that place filled with stinking pork.

He opened the door and stepped outside. As soon as he stepped out of the doorway, he smelled the stench of rotting flesh. Flies swarmed around him, mosquitoes were everywhere, and he could even hear the squeaking of rats.

He took a step back and returned to the lounge. All the noise outside disappeared, and it was quiet. Even the air was fresh and there was no foul smell.

Very good... No wonder it's a lounge.

However, if I rest in the lounge, and someone barges in at that time, I'll miss out on some easy targets.

However... that makes sense. Players need some loopholes to complete the game. If there were no loopholes at all, wouldn't it be impossible to complete the game?

If that's the case, then when should this butcher sleep and rest, and when should he get up to patrol?

Lin Leyou walked around inside and soon found the butcher's equipment at the workbench.

A large waterproof apron, pure black, was hanging on the wall. He took it down to look at it; it was new. He tried it on, and it fit perfectly.

There was a table on one side, and a knife on the table, which should be the butcher's equipment.

It looked clean, but upon closer inspection, there were still traces of bloodstains in some crevices that hadn't been properly cleaned.

"Butcher's Sharp Knife (Butcher's exclusive equipment in Clearwater Town): If caught, it's a fatal blow."

Lin Leyou gasped. This butcher's knife is amazing! It looks ordinary, but it has a one-hit kill effect. It's too powerful!

He was really tempted, but he had already tried. This dagger couldn't be put into his backpack, and it was equipment exclusive to the butchers of Clearwater Town. Unless he stayed here as a butcher for the rest of his life, this dagger would never belong to him.

That is, you only have the right to use it when you are playing the role of the butcher, and you can put down the knife and leave once you have finished your work.

He held it in his hand and tried swinging it around a couple of times, finding it quite easy. And he wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt like he really wanted to chop something, and he was getting a little irritable.

After putting down the knife, he calmed down. But as time went on, he gradually felt a surge of irritability again.

It seems that holding this butcher's knife for a long time can affect the holder's emotions and temper, so this knife should never be held for an extended period of time.

He tried putting it in his pocket, but it was the same; as long as it was on his person, the effect would continue. Only by putting it elsewhere could the effect be eliminated. With a single click to refresh, the effect would start over after he picked it up again.

He thought for a moment, then put the knife down, then picked it up again, and started the timer.

An hour later, Lin Leyou, drenched in sweat, threw the dagger onto the table, panting heavily, his lungs seemingly working overtime!

It took him about two minutes to gradually calm down.

One hour is the limit. If there is any more time, he may lose his self-control and go berserk. He may kill indiscriminately, but it is also very dangerous. After all, in such a state, he could easily run away and invade other people's territory.

However, to be on the safe side, an hour is not allowed; fifty minutes is also acceptable, and each time you hold a sharp knife, you should not hold it for more than fifty minutes.

Just then, shouts came from outside!

Lin Leyou walked out wearing an apron and saw a fat man in a chef's uniform standing outside the mottled iron gate. His body was covered in layers of fat, which jiggled as if dancing whenever he moved.

He stood outside the iron gate, his eyes fixed greedily on Lin Leyou, especially when he saw that Lin Leyou's hands were empty and he was not carrying any weapons.

"Butcher……"

Lin Leyou: "What is it?"

This person seemed to want to come in, but also hesitated because of something. It was obvious that this chef was also a mini-boss.

"I've come to get the meat." The chef's voice was rough, deep, and very unpleasant, as if it had been chewed by a dog.

Lin Leyou smirked, "Come in and get it yourself."

The chef's fat jiggled. "Butcher, you're joking. This is a cart for carrying meat. I need four of them, and two for the swill."

Lin Leyou opened the iron gate, then took the cart and pulled it inside. The pig looked quite heavy, but he felt it was very easy to handle. It was indeed worthy of the 100% increase in overall strength.

After putting everything away, push the cart out and hand it over to the chef outside the iron gate.

The chef winked. "New butcher, you're really green... Would you like to come visit me? I'll cook you something delicious; my cooking skills are quite good."

Lin Leyou smiled, narrowing his eyes. "That won't be necessary."

The chef said, "Don't be so polite. I'll be back to work tomorrow, so I might not have time to entertain you..."

Lin Leyou: "It's okay, I like eating the food I cook myself."

Seeing that Lin Leyou was unmoved by reason, the chef didn't continue, but slowly pulled the cart away from there.

Lin Leyou gently closed the iron gate, but left a gap in the end.

As he walked back, he recalled what the chef had just said: "So tender."

He touched his face and realized it was indeed too clean. How could a butcher working in a slaughterhouse be so clean?

He needs to find a way to make himself... not that he needs to become dirty, but that he needs to be associated with some kind of horror element.

He wandered around the slaughterhouse for a long time, fiddling with things, and finally managed to disguise himself as a qualified terrifying butcher. His clothes were filthy, and there were holes in the hem.

He brought these clothes himself; it was a sacrifice on his part.

Of course, the apron was also distressed, but since he didn't bring it with him, it could only be dirtied, not damaged.

He wrapped dirty white strips of cloth around his arm, leaving a section sticking out and making the edges tattered.

A cloth strip was also wrapped around its head, but only the upper half of its face was covered, revealing a pair of sinister, dark eyes among the scattered black hair.

Lin Leyou grinned at her reflection in the mirror, creating a really great atmosphere!

"You know what, I'm actually pretty good."

You can't tell what he looks like at all. Even if you meet a player you've seen before, you probably won't recognize him.

With this in mind, Lin Leyou decided that in the future, unless the job stipulated that he was not allowed to cover his face, he would find a way to cover his face and do some special makeup.

It wouldn't be good if players recognized me.

Although it seems there are other residents in the Endless World who look for work, and there's a possibility they might be recognized by the player, however...