"He won't chop me into pieces too, will he?" Looking at the creepy smile on Fang Zhiyi's face, the strange father took two steps back.
Fang Zhiyi turned to look at her, and their positions were completely reversed.
"What’s wrong with you?"
The weird father shook his head and ran back to the room. Then he changed his clothes, put on a mask and sunglasses, and seemed to be ready to go out. The weird brother also picked up his schoolbag.
"Want to go out? Then this..." Fang Zhiyi looked down at the half-processed meat.
"You're such a good boy, help me finish this. I'm going to go find your dad," the strange mother said. "Remember, don't open the door if anyone knocks. If you have any problems, ask the neighbors next door for help. Don't run outside. Your dad and I have the key."
After saying that, she left with her weird brother.
"Hey? Where's breakfast?" Fang Zhiyi was a little annoyed. Did he overdo it? This shouldn't be the case. This meat is the most popular in his shop. Sometimes those stupid staff can't cook it themselves, so I have to do it myself. Isn't this...
Cheng Xiang stared blankly at the kitchen knife in his hand, then at the thigh on the chopping board.
Fang Zhiyi shrugged: "Can you cook?"
A voice drifted across the broadcast room: "Strict investigation is recommended!"
"This method is obviously that of a serial killer!"
"I think Brother Fang is right. Didn't you see that after all this, that weirdo even gave up his family?"
"He actually laid hands on human flesh!"
"The contestant from country K next door saw the chopping of meat, screamed in fear, and then was killed!"
"I see! No wonder Brother Fang chose to do this!"
"If it were me, I'd probably be even more perverted than Brother Fang."
"This strange direct hunting rule is fear?"
"It's pretty close."
Sometimes it's like this, even if you don't explain anything, someone will help you rationalize your reasons and motives.
Fang Zhiyi washed his hands, ate the plain noodles cooked by Cheng Xiang, and watched the TV, where a black and white cartoon was playing over and over again.
"Um, idol." Cheng Xiang called Fang Zhiyi cautiously.
"Huh? Me? Idol?" Fang Zhiyi was shocked.
"Yes." Cheng Xiang seemed to have forgotten what his idol had done earlier when he shaved someone's legs. His idol must have had his reasons for doing so. "Idol, from now on I can stay with you. Will you accept me as your apprentice?"
Upon hearing this, Fang Zhiyi shook his head like an electric fan: "No, no, no." The person from the previous world who brought a few apprentices almost took his life.
"And you may not be able to stay with me."
Cheng Xiang was stunned. The surviving gamers would basically stay together, and the government would provide them with shelter and protection.
"Because I can't go back at all." Fang Zhiyi picked his nose and said indifferently.
This remark caused an uproar in the broadcast room.
"What do you mean you can't go back?"
"You can't come back?"
"I remember now. The last shot ended with Fang Shen rushing into the fog!"
"Has he never come back?"
"That makes sense! Why is Fang Shen's birthplace different from everyone else's?"
“What the hell! What the hell!”
"So what Fang Zhiyi found out is weird?"
"You're the weird one, your whole family is weird. Don't you see that Fang Shenzheng represents us?"
"But the more I think about it, the more it seems wrong. It seems that all those weird things are afraid of him."
The broadcast room was in chaos.
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