Chapter 26: Are you happy with the money you earn with blood? (4) “Hold the bracelet…”
To facilitate communication, they first introduced themselves.
There are two tables against the wall on the right, one with two people and the other with three people. One of the people at the table with two people has turned into a pile of copper coins on the ground, and the remaining one is called He Yang, a doctor in a private clinic.
Having studied psychology, he is very good at manipulating people's hearts. When facing terminally ill patients, he often uses medicine in one hand and metaphysics in the other, taking advantage of the patients' desire to survive to make them spend a lot of money to buy magic tools from him. In the eyes of the Tumba family, he is an excellent salesman.
The other table was occupied by three siblings from the Cui family, who were from a certain special administrative region. They were all in their forties or fifties.
Among them, the eldest brother named Cui Lijin is the pillar of the family. He works in a semi-official association, which deals with private enterprises all year round, giving him many opportunities to extort money. His younger brother Cui Liming runs a multinational company. The money Cui Lijin plundered under various pretexts can be transferred overseas without anyone noticing once it passes through his brother's hands. Part of it is used to support the Tunba family, and the other part is managed by their younger sister Cui Han.
There are two tables by the window on the left, and one table is occupied by the three members of the Wu family. In addition to the father Wu Yunfeng, the son Wu Zhexian, the hostess Fang Liyi is also present.
At the other table were three anchors, all of whom introduced themselves using their online nicknames. The two men were named Ryan and Aries, and the girl was named Xixi. The three of them belonged to the same MCN agency. The mixed environment and powerful information cocoon of the Internet made it easy for them to screen out a group of easily brainwashed fans. The cleverly designed rhetoric made the fans lose their minds and spend a lot of money in the live broadcast room.
Generally speaking, everyone is quite wicked, even Wu Zhexian, who is only 17 years old, is not a good person.
If this mission wasn't enough to send him to see the King of Hell, Si Ling would have really wanted to persuade Xuan Chi to use his decades of cultivation to cast a karma curse and send this kid to Chaoyang Prison to work on a sewing machine in a year.
When introducing himself last night, Wu Zhexian first stood up to explain his current situation to everyone. This explanation was mainly based on his understanding of the "infinite flow copy", but the situation was indeed similar. Si Ling felt that this guy was quite capable after listening to him.
Fang Liyi asked her son with a complicated expression, "Are you saying that as long as we're here, we'll always be in danger? Is there any way for us to get out?"
"I guess..." Wu Zhexian said unsurely, "I guess we can leave after we finish our meal?"
Wu Zhexian pointed to the first rule on the rules page and said, "'Except for drinks, please strictly follow the order to finish your meal' - from the common thinking in novels, this rule is not only a rule, but also implies the method to pass the game, which is to 'finish your meal'."
"That doesn't sound that difficult," Dr. He Yang mused. "It's just like eating. We just eat in order and avoid the forbidden white and red wines, right?"
"No." Wu Zhexian shook his head. "It's not that simple. There are fake rules here."
"Huh?" Gemini looked at the paper on his desk in silence and asked Wu Zhexian, "Which one is fake?"
Wu Zhexian said: "I don't know."
Everyone was silent.
The three Cui siblings didn't say anything after introducing themselves, because in such a dangerous situation, they instinctively distrusted others and believed that cooperation was not as safe as fighting alone.
So after getting the necessary basic information, the three siblings exchanged glances and sat back tacitly. Then Cui Liming thought about it and pressed the service bell.
A waiter in a suit and tie came forward politely. Cui Liming looked at him warily and asked, "When will the food be served?"
The waiter bowed slightly, squinting his eyes and smiling, and asked, "Sir, would you like us to help you arrange the dishes?"
Cui Liming's heart trembled, and the other guests also subconsciously looked at the waiter. Everyone unexpectedly got a clue from his words: the dishes they just ordered were no longer valid.
Maybe the dungeon hadn't started yet, or maybe it was some other reason, but the waiter now felt that they hadn't ordered anything.
As for asking the restaurant to help arrange...
Cui Liming shuddered and immediately said, "No, that's not necessary... I want to order by myself. Could you please get me a menu?"
"Okay, please wait." The waiter bowed again, then went to the front counter not far away, picked up three menus, and handed them to the three siblings of the Cui family.
When the three siblings opened the menu, they almost immediately realized that the menu had changed.
Although the food in this Western restaurant is delicious, it is very small after all, so the variety of dishes it can offer is limited. The menu is simplified to only four parts, which are the four most common steps in Western cuisine: appetizers and snacks, soup, main course, and dessert.
But now, the number of items on the menu has increased a lot, and they are still divided according to the dining process, including: aperitifs and appetizers, first courses, soups, middle courses, main courses, desserts, after-dinner drinks, and after-dinner snacks.
"This is too much..." Cui Han muttered softly, "Do you want to order all of them?"
Cui Lijin frowned and thought, "The rules require that we finish our meals in order, so we should order everything."
"But..." Cui Han paused, "If I can't finish the food and waste it, will I be punished?"
She was already a little suspicious. Thinking of the man who had just turned into a pile of copper coins and was mocked by the clerk for making dirty money, she was worried that wasting food would trigger some kind of punishment.
Cui Lijin and Cui Liming felt uneasy when they heard her say this, but after a brief disagreement, Cui Liming shook his head and said, "Even if wasting food is bad, it's better than violating the clearly stated rules. Let's follow the rules first!"
The three siblings made up their minds and quickly chose their dishes. When it came to choosing their aperitifs and after-dinner drinks, they carefully avoided all white and red wines, even those that could be pronounced "baijiu" by trimming the beginning and end. They opted for sparkling wine and champagne instead.
Seeing this, guests from other tables quickly started ordering, and no one forgot to use the service bell to summon the waiter.
They ordered their meals one after another, and the waiter sent the recorded menu to the kitchen. The metal door leading to the kitchen opened again and again. Wu Zhexian glanced at it inadvertently and noticed that the scene behind the door was also different.
After their first order, the waiter opened the metal door and walked into the kitchen. He caught a glimpse of the kitchen's shadow. Although it wasn't bright enough to see the furnishings clearly, he could still see that the kitchen was lit, which was what a restaurant kitchen in operation should look like.
But now, the kitchen was pitch black, and it didn't look like anyone was cooking there. When the metal door closed, the air flow brought out a whiff of decaying smell, like...
Wu Zhexian felt that the taste was not unfamiliar, but not too familiar either, so he couldn't figure out what it was for a while.
At a table against the wall not far to his right, Dr. Feng Yang, who was closest to the kitchen, was also staring at the door.
As a doctor, he was more sensitive to the smell. He not only caught it in time, but also determined its origin within a second.
That is the smell that comes with the breath, which is very common in some patients with advanced cancer. To put it simply, when a person is in the late stage of cancer, their organs have actually begun to fester. Although it cannot be seen from the outside, the smell produced by the corruption will be brought out by the airflow of the breath.
...But since it's an infinite dungeon, the person hiding in the darkness of the kitchen shouldn't be a terminally ill cancer patient.
Feng Yang thought.
He picked up the rules on the table and read them again from beginning to end.
After confirming that at least there were no rules explicitly prohibiting diners from moving around, Feng Yang mustered up his courage, stood up, walked to the wall facing the kitchen, and stood there as if nothing had happened.
This position was right behind Wu Yunfeng's chair. Wu Yunfeng couldn't help but turn his head to look at him, and asked suspiciously, "What are you doing?"
"Just taking a look." Feng Yang smiled nonchalantly.
The kitchen door opened and closed again, and the waiter delivered the host's table's menu to the back kitchen. When he came out, he saw Feng Yang standing there.
"Sir?" The waiter walked towards Feng Yang and asked politely, "May I help you?"
——2. If you need to communicate with the service staff, please be sure to use the service bell on the table to summon the waiter.
Feng Yang withdrew his gaze from the darkness inside the kitchen door, pretended not to hear the waiter's question, and returned to his seat.
He had seen what he wanted to verify.
Just now, in the few seconds when the metal door opened and closed, he saw a pair of huge blood-red eyes flash in the darkness of the kitchen.
Feng Yang fumbled with the unclear rules and figured out the real way to pass the level.
Across from Wu Yunfeng, Wu Zhexian glanced at Feng Yang and said to his parents in a low voice, "Let's be careful about Doctor Feng."
He paused, and when he continued, his voice became even softer, so low that even Wu Yunfeng and Fang Liyi had trouble hearing him. "In infinite flow stories, there are many cases where participants harm each other... Some people feel they can't escape, so they try to drag others down with them."
Both husband and wife shuddered.
At the table behind Wu Zhexian, the three anchors seemed more optimistic than the others. Having just finished ordering their meals and with nothing else to do, they began discussing how to make a thrilling livestream about this incident.
Ryan said: "We have to grasp the essence of the horror theme, polish the script, and get the background music and lighting right. Finally, the story ends with the gods and Buddhas blessing us to escape the predicament, and then immediately link to the amulet!"
Xixi's eyes fell on Ryan's wrist and she laughed: "We can get another batch of this bracelet. We can just go to Yiwu and get the cheapest one. Let's say we held it and prayed madly in despair, but we didn't expect it to be gone as soon as we opened our eyes!"
"Right, right!" Gemini's eyes lit up. "I bought the bracelet for 5.88 yuan. 598 yuan isn't too much to sell to my family, right?"
Xixi said, "688, let's get some good luck for the family. Remember to mark it as a one-to-one consecrated item. Once sold, there are no returns or exchanges. Don't forget."
The three people thought about the huge wave of traffic and countless windfalls that were about to come, and even the fear of death was diluted.
Family members pass through the intestines, but the leeks remain in the heart, right?
——Three ghosts floating behind the three anchors thought coldly.
The waiter started serving the dishes, starting with the aperitifs and canapés. The aperitifs were chosen by the customers themselves, and the canapés were a standard pistachio tart, each piece a small bite-sized portion, two per person.
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