Chapter 51 [Seeking support and collection]

Suddenly, an idea flashed through Zhou Feng's mind, but he wasn't sure if it would work, so he decided to wait and see.

"Let's go eat, otherwise..."

In the end, some people went in to eat, but some were too afraid to go in, though some didn't want to go in for the sake of their mental well-being.

However, when they returned in the evening, they still had to go in for dinner, and they finished eating quickly just before 5 p.m. and left the restaurant.

What's worse, they lost several more players today, with the school and church teams each losing one player.

The other teams were alright, especially Zhou Feng, who spent the rest of the day observing the slaughterhouse from the outside and wandering around the town.

They approached people to chat, trying to find out about the butcher, but the situation was not optimistic.

These people either claimed they knew nothing about it, or that the butcher was new and they didn't recognize him.

Zhou Feng said, "Don't be discouraged, there are still gains to be made."

"But they're talking about the previous butcher. Even if we knew his background, what use would it be to us?"

Zhou Feng said, "This will be very useful."

He looked excited and happy, as if he had come up with a good idea.

"Uncle Feng, do you... have something on your mind?"

Zhou Feng nodded. "How did the last butcher die?"

"He suddenly disappeared one night. Before he disappeared, we heard the butcher roar angrily, and then he seemed to be fighting with someone outside. The next day, the butcher was nowhere to be found."

Zhou Feng: "Then tell me, who killed the butcher?"

"How...how do we know that?"

Zhou Feng, "If I'm not mistaken..."

"So, Uncle Feng, what's our next move? Should we lure the butcher out and find the monster that killed the last butcher?"

Zhou Feng stroked his chin. "If I'm not mistaken... it should be a chef, or rather, a chef who turned into a monster at night."

"So, our task now is to lure the butcher towards the chef? At night..."

"Wait a minute, the chef turned into a monster all the time inside the restaurant. If he leaves the restaurant, which is his own territory, will he stop turning into a monster?"

"If that's the case, can we still lead him to the butcher?"

Upon hearing this, everyone fell into deep thought.

In the end, Zhou Feng stepped in to smooth things over, saying, "Alright, everyone, let's not think about these things for now. Let's be more careful from now on. Since we were able to find out about the butcher, you can definitely find out about the other six places in town as well."

"Let's find out what happened in these places first. That way, our mission will be much smoother."

Everyone agreed with his statement and put it into action.

Xue Rui followed the procession through the town, looking for some residents who seemed relatively free to gossip with.

However, he knew beforehand that the residents of Qingshui Town were somewhat wary of outsiders like them, and he didn't know if he could find out more.

He soon noticed something was different. Before, it was difficult to inquire about the slaughterhouse; basically, no one was willing to talk to them. But now, when asked about the cemetery, these people were very willing to talk.

What's going on?

Lin Leyou leisurely passed the time in the slaughterhouse. When he was sure no one was around, he would sneak some snacks. After finishing his food, he buried the leftover packaging bags in the ground, so no one would find them.

"Mmm, this is delicious..."

As he ate, he kept glancing at the sharp knife he had placed to the side, wondering when the players would realize that it was one of their targets.

As night fell, Lin Leyou received a letter from an ordinary resident of Qingshui Town.

He opened it and saw that it was sent by someone from Jiangxiali.

He watched on with some surprise, only to find that when asked how many he had killed, he himself had still gotten zero. He regretted not choosing the butcher position and giving him the hotel manager's job.

After reading it, Lin Leyou thought to himself that it was indeed true. The identity of the hotel manager was not suitable for this job. He made the right choice and hoped that he could make the same choice next time.

Should I write him a reply too?

After thinking about it, I decided against it. After all, in Jiangxia, I could contact the residents of Qingshui Town to deliver messages, but I couldn't. The people who came to the slaughterhouse every day were basically either cooks or players.

Does he want players to deliver messages for him?

Wait a minute! This... thinking about it carefully, it doesn't seem like a bad idea after all?

The first time Jiangxia sent a message was through Xunze's player; if he could do it, so could she.

It also helps avoid leaving one's own territory to prevent accidents.

That chef is really suspicious.

He returned to the lounge and wrote a simple letter. The letter was brief, just asking about his recent situation. At the very end, he wrote the number two, which seemed a bit abrupt, but he believed Jiang Xiali would understand.

Great, the letter is written. Now we just wait for the players to come. Hopefully, they'll find it useful.

No players came tonight, and Lin Leyou slept comfortably all night. However, players did come during the day, led by Zhou Feng.

Today, instead of sneaking around, they once again asked Lin Leyou at the iron gate if he could go in.

Lin Leyou stared at them for a long time with his dark eyes before saying, "Okay."

Only after receiving permission did Zhou Feng and his group dare to slowly walk inside.

This time, they searched the entire slaughterhouse except for the break room, leaving no corner unchecked.

Lin Leyou watched with trepidation. Luckily, he had put his backpack, which was full of snacks, back in the lounge earlier, otherwise they would have found it.

However, he was still a little worried that they might find the snack bags he had buried underground, but fortunately they didn't intend to dig three feet into the ground.

After Zhou Feng and his team searched every available space, their attention fell on the lounge area, clearly indicating that they still believed the item was inside.

However, the player who had gone to the lounge the previous night and successfully escaped alive shook his head and whispered, "There really is nothing inside, just ordinary things."

Zhou Feng: "If that's the case, then can I guess that this thing is on the butcher? He always carries it with him, which is why we can't find it no matter where we are?"

Someone, watching the butcher's retreating figure, said in a trembling voice, "Then... then who will go and try? Get a closer look."

Everyone's eyes were drawn to the dagger the butcher had stuck in his side. If they weren't mistaken, this was the same dagger that had killed the two players that night.

So... if I get too close, won't the butcher just draw his knife and kill me?