146 Chaotic City (10)
D-level Little Deception Intentionally Pretends to Be A
Unfortunately, before he could figure out what kind of loving lunch to bring for Little Cloud, Qin Fu'an was pulled into another space by the power of the rules.
Before he could even get a good look at his surroundings, his eardrums were suddenly jolted by a piercing squeal of a pig.
He subconsciously looked up in the direction of the pig's squeal.
Then I saw a... monster with a pig's body and a human face.
It was pressed onto the execution platform, its body bound by thick, blood-stained ropes that had long since turned dark black. It was desperately squealing and struggling, its enormous pig head constantly rising and falling.
Qin Fu'an realized something and glanced to the side.
This is a pigsty.
To be precise, it was a very large and dirty livestock pen.
There were many iron cages around him.
Some cages were large, some were small, but what they had in common was that they were all crammed full of monsters.
A pig with a human face.
A duck with a duck's head and a human body.
A chicken with a human hand and a chicken body.
A person with a long, duck-like neck.
A goose that has been dissected open, leaving only the human heart and lungs.
Strings of rotten, bloody intestines were haphazardly hung on the wall.
Finally, he saw the name of the place: food processing room.
So, I was also one of the ingredients that were sent in?
Qin Fu'an then looked down and examined himself.
It has no pig organs, no chicken wings or claws, no goose or duck necks, hearts, or lungs...
The only difference was the snake's tail, which had been forcibly twisted into a physical form by the power of the rules.
Qin Fu'an: "..."
Since it wasn't twisted into any strange or unusual parts of the food, Qin Fu'an wasn't in a hurry.
He yawned, used his magic to clean the filth from his single cage, then slithered with his tail, leaned lazily against the cage, and half-raised his eyes to admire the "fresh food processing process" unfolding not far away.
Looking more closely at the pig with a human face that was tied up, Qin Fu'an realized that it looked somewhat familiar.
He was one of the customers who was sitting in the braised meat shop earlier.
And coincidentally, Qin Fu'an could match the physical characteristics of each of the cages next to him with those of the customers in the store.
Interestingly, the "person" responsible for the slaughter was actually a person.
He was still wearing the uniform of a braised meat shop employee.
Qin Fu'an watched quietly as the other person diligently sharpened his knife amidst the piercing squeals of the pig, without making a sound to interrupt his rhythm or, incidentally, to save the person... or the pig.
The sharp butcher knife was honed back and forth on the whetstone probably a hundred times. The sound of sharpening the knife grew more and more piercing, like the creaking of someone's bones.
Finally, the man stopped sharpening the knife, held it up to his eyes, and wiped away the slightly cloudy sharpening water, leaving only the sharp blade that reflected a cold light.
After moving the whetstone aside, the man took a sheet from the wall next to him.
Qin Fu'an had excellent eyesight and could clearly see that the slip was the order slip that came out of the braised meat shop's ordering machine. It was about the size of a palm and contained the customer's order and notes.
"Hey, this customer has ordered quite a lot!" The person holding the butcher knife chuckled like an ordinary order taker, then put down the bill and looked down at the "pig" that was tightly tied to the slaughtering table.
"The customer wants a pound of braised pork ribs, a whole braised pig's trotter, two ounces of braised pork intestines, and 20 yuan worth of braised pork belly..."
He muttered to himself, and the pig's squeals grew increasingly shrill and pitiful.
"Note: The customer noted that the braised pig's trotters must be braised for a long enough time to make them soft, tender, and chewy..."
As he muttered to himself, he wiped the long butcher knife in his hand, then reached out and pressed down on the pig's human head. The sharpest tip of the knife plunged instantly into the neck where the head and body met. With a blood-stained grip and a desperate, agonizing scream, he pressed down on the knife handle and swiftly withdrew it.
"Pfft!"
The steaming blood gushed out instantly, but the other party swiftly caught it all in the bucket.
Blood gurgled out, the pig's squeals grew weaker and weaker, and even the fat pig's body, which had been struggling violently at the beginning, slowly stopped convulsing and gradually became still.
The pig died.
This person also died.
But this "food processing" has only just begun.
The employee casually wiped the blood off the butcher knife with a red and black rag and quickly replaced it with another sharp knife for skinning and deboning.
After the pig's blood had drained, he turned the pig around with one hand and splashed boiling water onto its thick skin and flesh. It was probably treated to remove the hair beforehand, because the round pig's body was washed clean and turned pinkish-white by the ladle of boiling water beneath the face that had been contorted in agony before it died.
Soon, the blade pressed against the pig's neck, severing the intact head and tossing it into the stinking garbage heap nearby. The employee muttered, "This pig's head is useless. It's a pity the customer didn't order pig's head meat, but it's okay. Some customers will definitely know how delicious pig's head meat is."
"Freshly braised pig's head meat, thinly sliced, is savory, tender, and chewy. Braised pig's ears are also a great accompaniment to drinks, as are pig's tongue and pig's face meat..."
Qin Fu'an's expression turned strange for a moment.
He was getting a little hungry from all the talking.
However, I'll politely decline the braised food for lunch today; I should at least respect the rules and illusions that this strange creature created specifically for him.
That's right.
This is a realm of rules and illusions.
However, it cannot be defined as a "fantasy" in the conventional sense.
Because these monster guests actually witnessed all of this and truly experienced the process of death.
Furthermore, when they believe they are dead amidst extreme pain and fear, their physical bodies also die completely.
So, although it was an illusion, it was also real, since everything was truly experienced, and all those who were supposed to die were dead.
Of all those customers, not a single one managed to escape the illusion and walk out.
Thinking of this, Qin Fu'an smiled coolly, still maintaining that lazy posture, closed his eyes, smelled the blood and stench that were everywhere in the air, listened to the sound of the blades cutting meat smoothly from the slaughtering platform from time to time and the employees' mutterings, and quietly pretended to doze off without saying a word.
Everything here seemed to have no effect on him.
The employee stopped cutting the pork, his cloudy eyes fixed coldly on Qin Fu'an, who was sleeping peacefully in the iron cage. Anger surged in his heart, and his murderous intent rose rapidly.
But at the very bottom of these emotions is panic, unease, and the anxiety and impatience of always feeling that something out of control is going to happen.
Because he did not perceive any fear or other negative emotions from this customer.
Not at all!
The other person leaned back calmly against the cage, his extremely handsome features unaffected by the dim light, which instead added to his unsettling mystery.
What a load of rubbish about mystery!
This is his prey!
But why is it that even though he's locked in a cage, and unable to resist the rules, he can still be so relaxed and carefree? What makes him so calm? Is he really not afraid?!
Taking a deep breath, the employee looked away, casually dragged the pig, whose menu part had already been removed, off the slaughtering table, and tossed it into a corner as if throwing away trash.
There was already a thick pile of "waste food" there.
Blood meandered across the ground.
The footsteps, like hammering on one's heart, slowly approached.
The stench grew stronger, mixed with the rich aroma of braised food; the combination created an even more bizarre and nauseating smell.
The footsteps stopped.
Qin Fu'an opened his dark green vertical pupils.
Separated by an iron cage, the ghost and the demon stared at each other silently.
They also saw the chilling killing intent in each other's eyes.
“You are a containment agent.” The employee’s voice was strangely hoarse, but his tone was extremely firm.
Qin Fu'an raised an eyebrow, gently patted the bottom of the cage with the tip of his snake tail, and quickly moved his upper body closer to the other party. After the other party took two steps back in a panic, he gave a light sneer with a half-smile, but his eyes were fixed on the bill in the other party's hand.
That was the order he placed earlier.
Noticing his gaze, the other person also quickly glanced down at him.
The next second, he looked up at Qin Fu'an in disbelief and exclaimed in a trembling voice, "Why haven't you changed?!"
What will change?
Qin Fu'an thought of the order he placed when he entered the store.
One pound of braised pig's head meat.
"Yeah, why haven't I changed?" Qin Fu'an spread his hands innocently and asked the other person in return.
Before it could answer, the snake's tail swayed gently, showing its owner's excellent mood, accompanied by Qin Fu'an's leisurely and pretentious sigh: "Could it be that your level is too low, and you can't even handle a level 1 rookie containment agent like me?"
"I wonder if you're a D-rank monster pretending to be an A-rank. If you can't fill an A-rank container, wouldn't I be at a huge loss?"
What is meant by "weird and strange"?
What does it mean to kill someone and also destroy their spirit?
This is the best it can be.
[Author's Note]
There will be more updates late at night. I remember applying for the rankings this time!
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