Chapter 651 My Useless Husband with a Junior High School Diploma (20)

Yanxi straightened up and said, "Are you kidding? I'm just worried that I'll have to trouble the chef to find food tonight."

After that, Yanxi went straight into the kitchen.

Mu An stood at the door with a smile on his face without moving.

The kitchen was very clean and tidy. The burly Chef Zhou stood at the counter, chopping the unknown bones into pieces with his knife. It was normal for some blood and flesh to fly all over his body.

Yanxi looked at Chef Zhou chopping with his knife, and felt that the man who chased her with a knife in the messy back kitchen in her nightmare was exactly like Chef Zhou.

Chef Zhou threw the chopped bones into the basin, and then took out a piece of bone from the basket beside him.

He seemed not to notice that someone had come in, and was concentrating on doing his own thing.

Yan Xi was even more curious about what kind of bones Chef Zhou was chopping. He slowly approached, walked around the table, and finally saw what was in the basket. It was

a pile of bones, some long, some short, some thick, and some thin. It was impossible to tell what kind of animal's bones and flesh they were.

Chef Zhou bent down, and his bloody hands turned out another long bone from the basket. As he fiddled with it, a head appeared in the pile of flesh and blood.

The skinned, hairless head turned and faced Yanxi directly. The bloody face had dark, deep eye sockets that seemed to be staring at the stranger who had broken in.

After Yanxi realized that it was a human head, he screamed, stepped back in fear, bumped into the table, and fell to the ground.

Chef Zhou turned around with a big knife covered with minced meat, and a big smile appeared on his honest face, "Hey, there are guests."

Yanxi didn't care about the camera that fell on the ground. He desperately climbed back and ran out the door regardless.

"Mr. Yan, what's wrong with you?"

Mu An stood at the door, still smiling, friendly to an eerie degree.

Yan Xi was panicked, "He killed someone! That chef killed someone!"

Mu An tilted his head, as if he couldn't understand what Yan Xi was saying, or perhaps he couldn't understand why Yan Xi was afraid.

Behind him, it was the smiling voice of Chef Zhou, "Now that you're here, don't leave in a hurry, sharpen the knife for me."

Yan Xi tried to push Mu An away, "Let me go! Let me go!"

But Mu An was like a mountain, difficult to be moved at all.

Chef Zhou waved his big hand, and Yan Xi was directly smashed to the ground. Immediately afterwards, a flying kitchen knife pierced his shoulder and nailed him to the floor.

Yan Xi's screams were particularly permeable in the night, and the pain made his face pale. He looked at Chef Zhou who was slowly approaching in horror, and felt that he was like a looming mountain. "Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I can give you whatever you want! By the way, I have some savings, I can give all the money to you!"

However, no matter what he said, Chef Zhou never stopped approaching.

When Yanxi felt desperate, he saw a young man coming out of the house. He shouted: "Save me! Save me! This chef and Mu An are all perverts! Save me!"

Pei Yan stopped, holding a ceramic stew pot in his hand. He didn't even feel the burn on his hand because of the things he just took out. He seemed to be frightened when he saw the bloody scene. He tilted his head slightly with an innocent and confused look. His expression was somewhat similar to that of Mu An who was blocking the door.

Yanxi could guess that Chef Zhou and Mu An were in cahoots, but Pei Yan was an outsider like him. He couldn't be a murderer too!

When Yan Xi saw Pei Yan, it was like grabbing a life-saving straw, "Call the police, call the police!"

As a foot in slippers stepped on his face, deforming his jaw, Yan Xi could only let out a frightened "haha" and could not say anything else.

His eyes, which were dilated with fear, looked at the innocent Pei Yan in disbelief, and his whole body was shaking.

Pei Yan held the stew pot firmly, and did not let the soup inside spill out. He was usually full of energy, but now there was no expression on his clean and handsome face.

But his young voice was still as bright as ever, "Don't leave any blood, don't leave any corpse, don't leave any trace of him, and don't cause trouble for the police uncle."

Chef Zhou said "Oh" perfunctorily.

If Pei Yan hadn't said this before, he wouldn't have to come here to work overtime chopping bones so late at night.

Pei Yan had a simple smile on his face again, and he walked out of the kitchen happily.

Mu An also left the kitchen and closed the door.

Yan Xi watched the door close with disdain. The dim corridor outside was cut off and clean. He was in this bright room, sweating profusely as he looked at the approaching big man. A hoarse gasp came out of his throat in despair.

Mu An walked in the corridor, thinking of the look Pei Yan gave him when he left. He raised his hand and touched the back of his neck, and he still felt a little cold.

"You are pretending to be me again." A young man who looked exactly like him stood in front of him, muttering unhappily: "So every time these pigs are about to die, they will only call me a pervert." The

"Mu An" who took Yan Xi to the kitchen was actually Mu Ping.

Mu Ping also had a bit of a bad taste. Every time before sending someone to die, he would say that he was Mu An, relying on the fact that others could not tell him from Mu An, so that when the dying person cursed, he would only curse Mu An.

Mu Ping smiled, "You are me and I am you, why should we make such a clear distinction?"

Mu An snorted, "What you said sounds nice. Last time, I stole the sweet steamed buns in the kitchen and was caught by the chef, why didn't you come to take the blame for me?"

Mu Ping touched his chin, "If I took the blame for you, then the fact that I stole the honey might have been exposed."

Mu An's eyes widened, "Damn it! They all said that I stole the honey, but I said no and no one believed me. It turned out that you stole the honey!"

On the other side, Pei Yan had already reached the fourth floor with a stewing pot and came out of the elevator. A concerned voice came faintly from above his head.

"It's cold at night, Xiao Yan, you should wear more clothes when you go out."

Aunt Wu was holding a rag, hanging on the ceiling like a spider. Bai Yao had told her that she needed to pay attention to the hygiene of some places, so she was working overtime to clean every corner of the hotel.

She was a gentle woman, and her concern for Pei Yan was not fake.

Pei Yan didn't even raise his head, just like a child who was disgusted by his mother's worrying. He casually replied, "I know. You keep nagging me. It's so annoying."