Chapter 3: Horrible Thoughts
As the tentacles turned into legs, Quan Hai's blue hair also became much lighter in color. Correspondingly, baseball-sized blue spots appeared on all the exposed skin on his body, from his cheeks to his arms.
Looking at the others, some of them were directly transformed into beast heads, some grew in size, their skin petrified and their clothes torn apart, some sat on the shoulders of giant bears as big as trucks, and some wore masks and cloaks, as if they didn't want people to see their transformed appearance.
Did we fall into the Shanhaijing experience area? This scene was too abstract. Qi Huan sighed, trying to suppress the surprise in his heart, and he and Quan Hai dismantled another chair and rushed over together.
The West Gate area was originally a small circular square paved with various waste minerals. Now the small square is divided into two parts by the gate and the protective shield, one half is inside the base and the other half is outside the base.
The stone beasts had dug holes to get in. At this moment, nearly a hundred people gathered in the semicircular square inside the gate. Some were busy filling the holes in the ground, while others were surrounding the stone beasts. Because there was no one to command, the scene was noisy and chaotic.
There were five creatures half a person's height surrounding the crowd. They were said to be called Dodo beasts. They looked a bit like white lizards, but their entire bodies were shiny and lustrous with a jade-like luster, and even had a translucent texture under the light.
Although he had heard before that stone beasts were the companion beasts of various gem mines and there were many kinds, Qi Huan had not expected that their appearance was so special. When he saw it at first glance, it was like a white jade sculpture that was possessed by something and suddenly came to life. It was absurd and weird, and it was terrifying at first glance.
The situation was urgent and there was no time for thought. He could only bite the bullet and follow Quan Hai to join the crowd that was besieging them.
The fighting power of Duoduo Beast is average, but its skin is very thick and it moves very fast. It can dart around in the crowd and is quite troublesome.
Fortunately, the encirclement was large enough, so even though we couldn't catch them for the time being, they couldn't escape either.
The two sides were in a stalemate for about twenty minutes, and then four jet airships of different colors rushed over from East City, riding the air waves in mid-air. They looked cooler and more impressive than the dusty natives of the base below.
"The hunting team is here." someone shouted happily.
Compared to the chaotic crowd, the hunting team was obviously composed of professionals. They wore handsome one-piece field uniforms, carried well-made weapons, were well-trained, and had good coordination. The team with more people controlled two of them, and the other teams were each responsible for one. They subdued the Dodomon in no time, threw them onto their respective jet boats, and towed them away.
The crisis was resolved, the crowd dispersed, and Qi Huan and Quan Hai walked together towards their home street.
"It would be great if I could join a hunting team someday." Quan Hai looked at the backs of the jet motorcycles in the air with envy in his eyes.
There were several scratches on his face, and the blood was black. Qi Huan was a little worried, "Is the Duoduo beast poisonous? The color of the blood on your wound is not right."
Quan Hai shook his tentacles and returned to his normal appearance. He nonchalantly wiped the wound on his cheek with his hand and said with a smile, "Don't worry, we Clay people have poisonous genes. Even if it is poisonous, it can't be more poisonous than me."
"The Clay tribe?" Qi Huan couldn't help but glance at the leopard-headed man who just walked past him. What kind of world is this?
Quan Hai slapped his forehead and clicked his tongue, as if he didn't know where to start. Finally, he could only raise his chin and motion for Qi Huan to look at the side of his neck.
Only then did Qi Huan notice that there was a coin-sized octopus-shaped green pattern on the neck below Quan Hai's left ear, which looked like a tattoo.
"Those with these alien-shaped tattoos on their necks are all non-humans."
After Quan Hai's fragmented explanations, Qi Huan finally understood it roughly.
There are many races living in the Nine Star Regions of the Alliance. Since they were ruled by humans for a long time more than ten thousand years ago, each race has gradually accepted that humans are "superior". Most of them are also accustomed to living in anthropomorphic form, and will only return to their original form when fighting or in a state of extreme excitement.
Alien spots are usually the natural state of each race, which makes identification easier and is considered an established rule.
As for the few who are not used to the human form, they either live in some remote corners of the star field, or left the Nine-Layer Star Field thousands or tens of thousands of years ago.
"If Wen is in animal form, he usually has a bad temper. When you meet him, try not to provoke him." When they reached the door of the house, Quan Hai reminded Qi Huan again.
"Don't worry." Qi Huan raised his arm, which was still in a metal splint, towards Quan Hai. "I'm in this condition now, how dare I mess with others?"
After entering the door, Qi Huan threw the stool leg in his hand behind the door and went straight to the bathroom. His neck was clean, without even a mole.
It seems that the original owner should be a human.
Qi Huan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and his shaky worldview also stabilized. To be honest, in terms of personal appearance, he was more accustomed to humans, and animals like cats and dogs were barely acceptable, but if the original body was something messy or weird, such as a nine-headed insect, it would really take some time to adapt.
Wait, if humans were to transform into animal form, they would be monkeys or gorillas, right?
Various movie scenes about gorillas inexplicably emerged in his mind. Qi Huan shook his head quickly. It seemed that he could not accept any of them except his super brave Monkey King.
He was sweating all over after all the hard work. There was a bathtub in the room, and he could just put his injured arm on the low rack on the left side of the bathtub, so he just took a bath.
After finishing the washing with awkward movements, he felt a little tired, so he stopped cleaning up and went back upstairs to sit on the bed and flip through the two notebooks he had found before.
That diary should have been started when the original owner was very young.
He didn't write every day, and his articles were short. Most of them were records of quarrels with Quan Helendo and others today and reconciliation tomorrow. From time to time, he would also insert some things in the restaurant, such as customers getting angry and making trouble, smashing the windows of the store, and people bullying him for his young age and deliberately tripping him while clearing the dishes for fun. Sometimes he would unexpectedly receive a "surprise tip" in the form of a C-level stone beast tooth.
Another thing was the "tragic" experience of trying out new dishes created by Uncle Lin Sen. But the original owner was not averse to trying out new dishes, and even mentioned countless times that she wanted to grow up quickly, learn cooking skills, and help Uncle Lin Sen run the restaurant well.
It’s a pity that the original owner really seemed to have no talent for cooking. Uncle Lin Sen was a second-rate chef, but he failed the exam for the junior chef certificate three times.
The entire diary was written sporadically over a period of six or seven years. The last entry was written half a year ago. It only had one line of very powerful words: "I will definitely run Uncle's restaurant well!"
Obviously, the original owner had very deep feelings for his adoptive father Lin Sen and this restaurant.
The other notebook contains a handwritten recipe, also in the original owner's handwriting.
The article begins with two particularly familiar names, scrambled eggs with tomatoes and Kung Pao chicken.
Qi Huan's fingers paused slightly, these two were what his sister Qi Qing particularly liked to eat. Every time when he asked her what she wanted to eat, she would order these two dishes 99% of the time, as if she would never get tired of them. So much so that when he delivered meals to the research institute, it was always 2+1, these two were must-haves, plus the one he kindly recommended, 'whatever'.
He hasn't cooked these two dishes for a long time since Qi Qing disappeared after joining the Tianma research team.
Sister, I probably can't go back, I hope you can come home safely. Qi Huan stared at the names of the two dishes sadly and made a silent wish.
He glanced down a few more times, probably because there were no tomatoes on Waste Star. Although the name was "Tomato Scrambled Eggs", the ingredients were "purple melon" and "eggs". Kung Pao Chicken was similar, the ingredients were basically substitutes.
The recipes are recorded in the format of ingredients, auxiliary materials and seasonings, methods, tips, and taste comments. At first glance, they look quite organized, but upon closer inspection, things are scattered and in fact completely unusable. However, considering the age of the original owner when he wrote these recipes, it is understandable.
The next few dishes were the signature dishes hanging on the wall of the restaurant downstairs, including braised shrimp, boiled pork, scrambled eggs with purple melon, braised fish fillets, and Kung Pao diced pork. Most of them were familiar dishes with unfamiliar ingredients.
The whole book records about twenty recipes. The front part seems to be the dishes that the original owner likes to eat, while the back part is the original owner's own whimsical "creations". The comment at the end also changes from "very delicious" to "it will definitely be very delicious", full of enthusiasm and enthusiasm.
The childish handwriting on the notebook is full of the original owner's serious attitude. There is no technique, only emotion.
It was late at night and Qi Huan was feeling sleepy. He fell asleep on the bed holding the cookbook.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Before daybreak, there was a sound of banging on the door downstairs. Qi Huan, startled, thought that another stone beast had broken into the base, and ran downstairs to answer the door.
There were two strangers standing at the door, both wearing grey jumpsuits, which were very similar in style to the hunting teams that came to catch the Dodo beast last night, except for the different colors. Looking further back, there was indeed a green airship parked there, a convertible sports car, which looked more advanced than the jet ski last night. Qi Huanxin understood that the two people in front of him were most likely members of a hunting team.
The man who knocked on the door was dark-skinned, tall and strong, with arms thicker than Qi Huan's thighs. The door frame of the restaurant door barely reached his neck. He tore open the transparent acrylic round buckle on the collar of his jumpsuit, and the bear-shaped pattern on his neck was particularly conspicuous between the open collar.
The other green-haired man was handsome, but at this moment, most of his body was covered in blood, which made him look even more terrifying in the gray sky. His jumpsuit was not unzipped, and only half of the alien pattern on his neck was vaguely exposed. The shape was curved and entangled, making it difficult to tell whether it was a vine, a snake, or something else.
The green-haired man was bandaging the wound on his arm with his head down. When he heard the door open, he raised his eyes slightly and saw Qi Huan's face full of surprise. He shrugged calmly and said, "Don't worry, most of it is not my blood."
Qi Huan: ...
The man next to him pushed Qi Huan aside rudely and walked into the door. Qi Huan could see clearly at this moment that he was a bald man with a scar shaped like a firework explosion on the top of his left eyebrow, which made his face look even more ferocious.
"I'm so starving. Hurry up and make us some of your signature dishes." The bald man found a table, stacked the two original stools on the stools on the other side of the aisle, and like a magic trick, he took out a giant chair and sat down.
Qi Huan: ...
The green-haired guy followed slowly and sat opposite him.
Qi Huan reluctantly raised his arm with a metal splint towards the two of them, "I'm sorry, my hand is injured, and the shop can't be open recently..."
"You don't want your other hand?" The bald man snorted coldly, and broke the corner of the stone table with one palm. The broken corner of the table fell to the ground, and the debris flew everywhere. "Open the door now, or never open the door again. You choose one."
Qi Huan: ...
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