The restaurant is clearly divided into three areas—white, red, and black.
Looking at the three areas that resembled caterpillars, Yuan Qingli wasn't in a hurry to go forward to forage for food. Instead, she found a corner to sit down.
The number of people, or rather, the number of ghosts, in the three areas were roughly the same, with no significant difference. However, only the white area emitted a slight wisp of smoke, which could be interpreted as hot food being prepared in that area.
Yuan Qingli arrived at the white area and picked out a dish—porridge.
The other dishes were so unrecognizable that Yuan Qingli simply didn't have the courage to face them and put them in her mouth.
After finishing the transaction, Yuan Qingli arrived at the toll booth. She was a little nervous. Was a bowl of porridge considered a purchase? Was she about to complete her mission?
But what currency does the Big Eater Restaurant use?
A hairy right hand reached out from across the way: "Room key."
"Ah, oh." Yuan Qingli handed over her black and gold room key.
The other person took the card in their right hand, placed it on the boneless, fleshless left hand, held it between their index and middle fingers, and swiped it. Then they handed it to Yuan Qingli.
Yuan Qingli: "..."
Is this a card swipe? Such a simple and novel method, there isn't even a machine.
Taking the room key with a few bone fragments on it, Yuan Qingli asked cutely, "Isn't it free?"
"Black Gold Accommodation Card, bring your own free meal every day."
It seems that making purchases within the rules isn't so simple.
Yuan Qingli silently experienced what it was like for the wealthy to stay in a hotel. If only there were clothing stores here, she'd like to buy a few cheongsams to change into.
Holding the porridge, Yuan Qingli slowly sat down, forcibly suppressing her discomfort, and took a bite—it was just ordinary porridge.
I had only taken two bites when several figures blocked the light above my head.
"Yuan Qingli?" Lin Shaojie exclaimed in surprise.
Yuan Qingli looked up and saw Lin Shaojie and the other two.
Lin Shaojie's eyes held both expectation and doubt, while Jizhao and the other girl looked somewhat wary.
"It seems you didn't go out last night," Yuan Qingli said calmly, looking at the chicken feet.
Aside from introducing himself at the entrance of the chicken feet restaurant, he never revealed his name.
Chicken Claws relied on Lin Shaojie, and judging from the way the three of them came and went together, Lin Shaojie was obviously in Chicken Claws' house at the time, and there was more than one of them.
The fact that they didn't open the door shows that they don't intend to treat her as one of their own.
Lin Shaojie immediately understood the key point and hurriedly explained, "We really didn't open the door last night because we didn't know if you were a human or a ghost. After all, the system's warning was not to go to the 13th floor, so it's better to be careful."
"So, what exactly is your identity now?" The three of them subtly took a half step back.
Yuan Qingli smiled, picked up a soup ladle, and the bright white porridge reflected the light from the ceiling: "This porridge is colorless, tasteless, and non-toxic, but it can fill you up. Would you like to try it?"
This action caused Zhuang Xiangyi and Chicken Claw's expressions to change drastically.
Only Lin Shaojie calmly replied, "Ghosts have no interest in jokes."
Lin Shaojie and the other two also got a bowl of porridge and sat down next to each other.
"Since you're still a human being, let's share the clues we have. Our goal is the same: to escape." As soon as Zhuang Xiangyi said this, even Chicken Claw frowned. How could you talk like that?
Lin Shaojie waved his hand to stop her from continuing: "Xiangyi is straightforward, don't mind her. But she's right, we have the same goal, and having more people always increases our chances of winning."
“The three tasks we received all had the same requirements, and I suppose yours were too. Check-in has already been completed, and not going to the 13th floor is not a task, so now only the requirement of making a purchase remains.”
“As you can see, eating here isn’t a form of consumption.” Yuan Qingli looked up.
"When we went downstairs just now, we heard a word: convenience store."
Yuan Qingli's eyes lit up: "Where?"
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