Chapter 6 Pirate Ship 5 It looks like... the gills of some fish! ...
As soon as the lid of the rice bowl was opened, an unpleasant fishy smell hit An Rao's nose. He had just seen two corpses with miserable deaths in the morning. When he smelled the fishy smell again, his whole face turned pale and his stomach churned again. He found a secluded table away from the rice bowl and sat down.
This is the main dining room of the royal battleship. The restaurant is large and bright with an excellent view. The dining table and chairs are made of exquisite black walnut. But now it has fallen into the hands of pirates, and because it has not been properly cared for, it looks dilapidated and dirty, which is really a waste of resources.
The ugly and bloated cook not only had greasy hair and a dark apron, but even the cracks between her fingernails were black and yellow. On the wooden table next to her was everyone's meal. Some grayish-white thick soup overflowed from the edge of the rice bowl and dripped onto the wooden table, emitting the unique fishy smell of stale fish, which made people feel nauseous.
Behind the cook is a wall that was probably originally white, but now it is so dirty that its original appearance can no longer be seen. One can only vaguely make out the words "SAVE FOOD" written in blue paint on the wall.
An Rao sat at the table, watching from afar as the cook served meals to the crew. Every time someone came, he would pick up a deep wooden plate, scoop a large spoonful of indescribable gray-white paste from the rice bowl into the plate, and then roughly push it into the arms of the person in front of him.
But the strange thing is that the cook is so rude and rude, but she is considerate enough to ask everyone when serving food: "Is it enough?"
Is it enough? An Rao's beautiful fingertips tapped the table lightly, tap, tap, tap, tap...
How much food to serve can actually be decided by the players, is it really that good? An Rao narrowed his eyes. This was the second NPC that appeared on the pirate ship. NPCs in the game meant plots and clues. This cook was worth exploiting.
"Ah, this looks so disgusting, can I not eat it?" A girl pinched her nose and looked at the food in the bowl with disgust.
"If you don't want to eat, don't queue. If you queue, you have to eat. Queue but don't eat? How dare you waste my time?" The cook stared at the girl who was pinching her nose viciously, her gray-green eyes filled with malice.
The girl was frightened. After all, she still had to work soon. If she didn't eat, who knew what would happen next. So she quickly and tremblingly stretched out a finger and said, "Then I, I will only eat a little."
The cook said nothing, picked up a deep wooden plate, scooped a spoonful of food into the bowl, and then rudely put the plate into the girl's hands.
"You don't want breakfast?" Baichuan pulled out the chair opposite An Rao and sat down, asking.
"I saw two bodies this morning," Anrao's face turned pale again, "What about you?"
“Not hungry.”
"Excuse me, is anyone here?" A polite voice interrupted their conversation.
An Rao looked up and saw a short-haired boy wearing glasses standing in front of him with a tray, and asked a little stiffly.
The boy in front of him looked like a high school science student and looked very well-behaved. After a while, An Rao pulled out the chair next to him and said, "No, sit down."
"Thank you." The boy bowed slightly, then sat next to An Rao and began to eat quietly.
Just as he put a spoonful of rice into his mouth, he saw the boy frowning, throwing the spoon away from the plate and then pushing the plate away.
"What's wrong?"
"It tastes so bad!" The boy looked like he was about to vomit.
An Rao looked down at the plate. Inside was a pool of overcooked rice and clumps of fish meat with scales still on it. The fish meat was half rotten and entangled in the rice. It was indeed disgusting, but An Rao still said with great regret: "But you have to finish it."
"Why?!" the boy widened his eyes.
"Do you remember what that person said?" An Rao's fingertips tapped the table rhythmically. "She said that if you want to eat, you have to queue up. She meant that you don't have to eat, but if you want to eat, you have to queue up. In other words, if you queue up, you have to eat, otherwise you're breaking the rules."
"I chose not to eat, but since you chose to eat, you'd better finish it, otherwise..." An Rao gestured to the boy to look at the words on the wall.
The boy looked in the direction An Rao's hand, froze for a moment, then silently pulled back his plate, frowned, and began to eat painfully.
He was quite obedient. An Rao looked around the restaurant and saw that there were obviously many empty tables. The boy had deliberately chosen to sit next to him. An Rao looked at the boy sitting next to him with interest, who was frowning and eating his food seriously.
"May I have your name?"
"Su Ming."
"Why are you sitting here?" An Rao asked, twirling his fingers.
"Because..." Su Ming swallowed a mouthful of rice with great effort, "I believe you."
"Trust me what?"
"Believe what you say, this is not a VR game, we are running for our lives." Su Ming said seriously in a clear and loud voice.
"Oh? Then I ask you to cooperate with me in a play, okay?" An Rao said straight to the point.
"Huh?" Su Ming looked up at the smiling An Rao with some surprise, and then looked at Bai Chuan opposite An Rao with confusion. Bai Chuan raised his sharp eyebrows and said nothing.
Not long after, just when everyone was about to start eating breakfast, a fierce quarrel suddenly broke out in a corner of the restaurant.
"I insist on sitting here. What's wrong with that?!" A handsome young man in an ivory-white accordion-collared shirt suddenly stood up and shouted, "I was here first. Why are you asking me to leave?!"
"Why?" The short-haired young man with glasses opposite him sneered, "Because you are the lowest class of worker on the ship, and because you dumped a corpse this morning. It's bad luck!"
The young man looked gentle and polite, but I didn't expect him to have such a bad temper.
"Ding ding ding!" The fat cook knocked the empty rice bowl several times with her rice spoon. "No quarreling in the restaurant. Sit down and eat your meal!"
"That's right, food can't fill your mouth!" An Rao rolled his eyes fiercely at the short-haired boy with glasses, then immediately walked quickly to the cook, smiling sweetly and adorably.
"Ah, thank you so much, ma'am," An Rao held the cook's dirty hand, "They look down on me because I am lowly and always bully me. Fortunately, you spoke up for me. You are so kind!"
The young man in front of me was handsome and beautiful, his black eyes like a deer were filled with tears of grievance that were about to fall, and his straight nose tip was a beautiful pink due to his excitement. He was so pitiful and cute! What's more, his hands were warm and soft. Ah! How long has it been since I touched such soft and delicate skin!
The cook was so delighted by An Rao's praise that she stroked the back of An Rao's soft hand and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't be afraid. Those snobs are not good people!"
"Well! Thank you, kind lady! You are simply an angel!" The boy became more and more emotional as he spoke, and a round teardrop fell accurately onto the cook's dirty hands.
Oh, my God, his tears are hot! The cook squeezed Anrao's hand tightly, and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Be careful of the eyes of that cheap bird, it's not a good thing."
"Okay, ma'am, I will definitely follow your instructions. You are so kind!" The boy wiped his tears, bowed respectfully to the cook, then ran back and sat down in the seat next to the boy with short hair and glasses provocatively.
"How is it?" Bai Chuan asked, but his eyes were under the table. An Rao was rubbing the cook's hands that he had just held on his pants. After a while, the pair of white and soft hands were rubbed red.
A picture suddenly flashed through Baichuan's mind. It was also a pair of clean and soft hands, constantly washing in water. The hands turned red and the fingertips became wrinkled, but they still couldn't stop.
The fleeting image was like a sharp nail that appeared out of nowhere and wedged itself into Baichuan's brain, causing his head to suddenly hurt.
"She said a lot of nonsense, but there was one thing she said. She told me to be careful of the parrot's eyes. What's wrong with you? Are you okay?" An Rao saw that Bai Chuan's face was a little pale.
"It's okay," Baichuan shook his head. "The parrot is the captain's eyes. It's not the kind of spy that passes messages. It's an eye."
"Ah," Su Ming seemed excited for some reason, "So all this is really true!"
An Rao: ...
Bai Chuan:......
"I understand, I understand!" Su Ming nodded his head like crazy, looking eager to try. "People will really die here. The captain and the cook are NPCs. We have to find clues to escape, right?"
No, although the summary is very accurate, there doesn’t seem to be something quite right about this child.
"You should finish your meal first!" An Rao said earnestly.
"oh……"
"Fuck! What the hell is this? It's so disgusting! Is this all the pig food the amusement park provides us? I don't want to eat it!" The man in the blue vest who had spoken rudely before pushed the plate forward violently, and the food in it spilled all over the table due to inertia, and the thick soup dripped along the edge of the table onto the floor.
"That's right, it's so fucking disgusting, even dogs wouldn't eat this!" Another person flipped the plate over on the ground with a bang, and the floor was covered with food and soup.
The cook came over with a gloomy face and said, "Don't queue if you don't want to eat. If you queue for food, you have to finish it."
"I eat what I want, why do you care about me? This rice pig...ah!" Before the man could finish his words, he was seen scratching his chest and screaming.
"Tear it off!" He suddenly tore off the coarse cloth vest on his body, then scratched his chest frantically, howling in pain.
After a while, he saw several sharp corners protruding from his chest, which was scratched by himself and was bleeding, as if something was about to break through the skin.
"Ahhhh!" The man looked at his increasingly bulging chest in horror.
"Puff--" After a slight sound of skin being punctured, thick and sharp fish bones pierced out of his chest.
At the same time, the man who had thrown the plate to the ground began to howl in pain. He fell to his knees, stretched his neck, and frantically strangled his throat with both hands, as if trying to stop something from coming out of his neck.
"Huh...huh..." He was speechless.
In an instant, countless thin and dense white fish bones pierced his throat and mouth, and grew wildly from his mouth and neck like bamboo shoots after rain.
If the tattooed man who died in the queue stood up and walked away at the end, it seemed that it was just an immersive horror easter egg segment specially arranged by the amusement park. The body of the little man was not actually seen by everyone. The death of No. 25 was too tragic and unbelievable, so when An Rao described it, it made everyone feel that it was a game effect. But this time, this time was completely different.
Two living people were still twitching on the floor of the restaurant, with pink human flesh and crimson fragments of internal organs hanging on the white fish bones that had pierced their skin. Their dilated pupils were bloodshot, and the tears that overflowed from fear and pain made them act as if they were repenting for their previous disrespect. The pool of blood was getting bigger and bigger, and the smell of human blood completely covered the unpleasant fishy smell.
The other people in the restaurant were terrified speechless by this hellish scene. Because it was so horrifying, the entire room was silent, as if they were a group of frightened meerkats, standing still, unable even to scream or run away.
"What are you still standing there for?" In the silence, An Rao tapped Su Ming's plate. "It's almost seven o'clock. Finish your meal quickly."
"Ah? Oh!" Su Ming didn't say anything and started to eat. An Rao was right. Not starting work at seven o'clock would violate the captain's work rules, and going to work before finishing the meal would violate the cook's dining rules.
An Rao's reminder was like a needle that pierced the silence. All the players were like puppets with their souls taken away. They skipped over the fear and terror directly. Soon, the sound of people swallowing food without a sound could be heard in the restaurant. No one complained about the food being hard to swallow anymore.
Su Ming swallowed the last spoonful of rice with a bitter face, then slumped down in his chair as if he had breathed a sigh of relief: "Huh... I'm finally done eating!"
Su Ming scratched his cheek: "Are there any mosquitoes here? It's so itchy."
An Rao, who was sitting next to Su Ming, heard the sound and looked over. He saw a pink semicircular object faintly emerging on Su Ming's fair cheek, like... the gills of some fish.
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