Chapter 80
After taking the tools, Lu Jiamu began to thread the needle, and glanced at the head that was still smacking its lips on the ground: "Hold her head properly."
Wang Biao felt relieved to see how professional and calm he was, and felt that he must be able to do everything.
Wang Biao walked over and picked up the head that had fallen to the ground, and poked it back into the hostess's neck: "Come on."
Lu Jiamu had already threaded the needle and tied a small knot. He looked at the broken head for a few times and kept thinking about how to sew it.
Of course he doesn't know how to embroider or sew clothes, but even if he hasn't eaten pork, he has seen pigs run. Isn't this just about using thread to fix something that has fallen down?
Lu Jiamu held the hostess's neck with his hand. Fearing that he would prick his hand, he carefully passed the needle through the wound and sewed a slanted cross.
He pulled the thread and saw no signs of it coming loose, then he sewed around the broken end.
The hostess only yelled a few times at first, and then just sat there quietly smiling. The host didn't show any signs of stopping it either.
Lu Jiamu finished sewing the first circle of the cross, and felt that the thin thread was not enough to fix it, so he quickly sewed another circle up and down: "Find some staples and tape."
Coleman immediately ran upstairs to search and finally found a stapler, a box of staples and a bundle of tape in Batty's study room.
When she went downstairs with it, Lu Jiamu had already sewed it around by feel and managed to fix the hostess's head in place.
Wang Biao didn't dare to let go, fearing that it would fall. Lu Jiamu broke open the book nails and inserted them through the broken part to fix it, and several other people also helped.
After doing all this, Lu Jiamu finally tore off the tape and twisted it around the hostess's neck twice to tighten it. This was the end of the job and the head was connected.
Several people looked at the hostess's messy and ugly neck, and fell into silence.
After her head was fixed, the hostess picked up the teacup as if nothing had happened and took a sip of the tea in it in an elegant manner: "What did you just say? Not enough meat?"
The personal servant looked at her messy neck and nodded tremblingly: "Yes..."
"We'll sort it out later."
The school teacher had been shown around the manor by the housekeeper, and soon his voice came from outside: "This manor is really well decorated."
The butler beside him responded politely.
Batty also came back with him.
As she re-entered the villa, the male owner's behavior became much more normal and he sat back on the sofa.
Fortunately, several people here had already taken the lead to reattach the hostess's head. She just saw the hostess sitting on the sofa in a somewhat dull manner.
Batty threw himself into the arms of his hostess, seemingly ignoring the large, hideous, and crudely stitched wound.
The host and hostess did not say a word about what had just happened. They gently stroked her head and continued to talk freely with the school teacher, bragging about their family business.
After being bored for a while, Batty raised his head and looked at the hostess for a moment, blinking in confusion: "Mom, is there something different from before?"
No, there is such a big gap.
Lu Jiamu was not so confident in his skills, so he quietly went around behind the hostess.
The hostess had a stiff smile on her face and looked down at Batty: "Is there something wrong with mom?"
As the hostess spoke, air began to leak from the part of her neck that was not tightly sealed.
As she lowered her head, the sutures and tapes were pulled tight, cracks appeared again at the broken ends, and the entire heavy head tried to roll off her neck under the influence of gravity.
Lu Jiamu immediately reached out his hand quickly and grabbed a strand of the hostess's hair, then pulled her head back without making a sound.
The hostess didn't seem to notice anything was wrong and continued to talk to the teacher.
Batty leaned forward and looked at him with big eyes: "Lu, what are you doing?"
Lu Jiamu smiled and withdrew his hand: "I didn't do anything."
The hostess's boasting came to an end: "It's getting late. Please be sure to stay in the manor for dinner today. Butler."
The butler came over immediately and half bowed respectfully in front of the hostess.
The hostess whispered something in its ear and the butler nodded.
The teachers at the school were also saying, “I am looking forward to lunch at your manor.”
The butler waved to a few people and said, "Go and prepare lunch."
It pointed at the personal servant and said, "You, come with me to check out the cold storage in the manor. Give me the key."
Asking people to be alone together is definitely not a good thing. When the personal servant heard it calling him, his face turned pale, but he still carefully took out the key from his pocket and handed it to it.
Coleman immediately said, "Let's go together."
The butler nodded: "As you please."
Lu Jiamu also needed to stay in the living room and be prepared to deal with the situation in case the hostess's head suddenly fell off her neck, so he couldn't leave.
The remaining few people followed the butler to the cold storage.
When they arrived at the cold storage door, the housekeeper used the key to unlock it, revealing a warehouse with only some scraps of meat left inside.
"The master just told me that the food reserves in the manor are insufficient." The butler opened the door and said, "As the chef of the Batti family, your negligence is unforgivable."
"If we can't even prepare a decent lunch for the teacher, it will cause great damage to the reputation of the manor. You must make compensation in advance."
After it finished speaking, it clapped its hands, and the steel hooks in the cold storage that were originally used to hang pork seemed to come alive, raising their hooks high, waiting for an opportunity.
Several people thought of the cook girl in the morning.
"We must have some other plan, right?"
The butler remained silent and did not answer.
The moment the steel hooks launched the attack, Kouman and Wang Biao also took action.
The Steel Hooks mainly attacked the personal servants, but after being obstructed, they split into three groups.
There are so many steel hooks in the cold storage that it is more than enough to deal with three people at the same time.
Although the personal servant was trying his best to dodge, his ability was limited after all. After Wang Biao and Kou Man were forced to stay away from him, he began to be stretched to the limit and was unfortunately hooked on the leg by a steel hook and fell to the ground.
"ah!"
The personal servant covered his legs and screamed.
The other steel hooks were like sharks that had smelled blood, and they all rushed forward to hook the personal servant.
They shrank rapidly, pulling the personal servant towards the cold storage.
The personal servant struggled to grab the ground with his hands: "Save me! Save me!"
However, Kou Man and Wang Biao were already overwhelmed and could not provide immediate rescue in a short period of time.
The personal servant's fingers left ten long scratches on the ground, and he was eventually pulled into the cold storage uncontrollably.
He was hooked and thrown directly into the wall of the cold storage, and his screams stopped after a while.
After the personal servant was hooked away, the other steel hooks also retracted.
A large piece of pork slowly emerged from a steel hook hanging from the ceiling.
After watching the show, the butler clapped his hands and said, "There's meat. Let's prepare lunch."
Apparently, the last applicant besides them had also been killed, and his death had been exchanged for pork in the cold storage.
Seeing that there was no hope of saving him, the two men stopped. Wang Biao said with an unpleasant expression, "It's gone."
They backed off and didn't try to save the cook girl, and they were also unable to rescue the last personal servant.
There was no time for sentimentality. Without further ado, the few people immediately changed their strategy and rushed into the cold storage, starting to chop pork to prepare today's ingredients before the rats appeared again.
With the joint efforts of four people, they prepared the ingredients, loaded them on a cart and ran out.
The butler picked up the key and shook it: "Who will take over?"
Coleman said, "I will."
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Lu Jiamu, who was still trying to persuade the hostess, noticed that only four of them had followed the housekeeper back, and he roughly understood the situation.
A few people went into the kitchen, prepared today's lunch according to the menu, and began to set the table and brought out the dishes one by one.
The mistress was just pretending to eat as before, so the broken neck did not affect her.
The teacher at the school tasted it for a while and showed a satisfied expression: "Well, your craftsmanship is really good."
Halfway through the meal, the hostess's cell phone suddenly rang.
She apologized, slowly put down the cutlery, stood up and went to another room to answer the phone.
After a while, she came back and said, "Someone from the meat processing factory is here to deliver food to our house. Go and meet him."
By the way, today is the fourth day, and according to the schedule, it is indeed the purchasing cycle.
The delivery of goods by the meat processing plant means that they no longer have to worry about not having enough ingredients today.
Why can’t this meat processing factory come earlier?
The butler nodded immediately and asked Coleman, who was in charge of the key to the cold storage, to go with it.
After the group walked out of the villa and waited in front of the cold storage for a while, they saw from afar a refrigerated truck with "Xhui Meat Products" printed on the body slowly driving into the manor.
It came to the cold storage, the door opened, and several staff members jumped out and began to move the large slices of pork stored in the truck.
Coleman opened the door of the cold storage and helped them transport the pork.
The cold storage was soon filled with enough meat to last for six days.
After the transportation here was completed, lunch over there was also finished.
After the host and hostess arranged a room for the teacher, let him stay and arranged some entertainment for him, they had nothing else to do.
The five men carefully observed the condition of the hostess's head and stayed in the manor for another afternoon.
Before dinner time, Lu Jiamu followed the procedure and went upstairs to change the dolls' clothes, and then went to prepare dinner with others.
Two of them caught mice, and the rest chopped the meat. They also prepared enough ingredients to prepare dinner for the employer's family and fed the dog. Before going to bed, they changed the doll back into home clothes, and then there was nothing else to do.
The four people who came with them have all died today, and today is the last day, so it is not appropriate to separate them. So Lu Jiamu and the other two moved into the room of the other two, away from the portrait that would protrude at night.
Nearing nine o'clock, there was another knock on the door from the next room.
Lu Jiamu guessed that it was Batty who came again because he didn't know that he had moved rooms so he was still knocking on the door next to him.
On the last night, there was no telling what would happen, and he didn't really want the other person to be in the same room with them.
Lu Jiamu remained silent for a moment and ignored him, but when Batty knocked for a while and no one opened the door, he knocked on their room instead: "Lu, are you here? I'm scared, I want to go in."
“…”
Lu Jiamu pretended to be deaf and dumb for a while, and then he heard Batty knocking on the door again and saying, "I'm scared. If you don't open the door, I'll ask the housekeeper for the key and open the door myself."
Lu Jiamu was afraid that she would get into other troubles while stealing the key, so he stood up and opened the door a little, smiling: "What's wrong, Barty? Didn't the doll burn today? It will definitely not come back."
Batty looked up from outside and said, "But I'm still scared."
Lu Jiamu had no choice but to pick her up from the ground like he did yesterday and carry her into the house: "What are you afraid of?"
Batty looked up at him and said, "Lu, do you feel that something is wrong with mom today?"
Of course something is wrong, my head has fallen off today. Lu Jiamu smiled and said, "No. What's wrong?"
Batty frowned: "I still feel like I forgot something..."
"Won't."
Lu Jiamu winked at Coleman, and Coleman immediately joined the team that was coaxing the child, softly humming a lullaby beside Batty.
Batti occupied most of Lu Jiamu's bed, holding his wrist, and fell into a deep sleep only after being coaxed by several people in turn.
After turning off the lights, no one fell asleep in the darkness, and everyone was alert to see if anything unusual might happen.
Just after midnight, there was an illusory sound of a door opening, as if coming from a very far away place.
The eyes of the five people lit up at the same time. A light passed through the wall and shone over.
It's the Wheel of Time. This thing really has a problem with calculating time.
Lu Jiamu's eyes turned and fixed on the light.
In that direction, it seemed like there was a blocked cellar?
In the reflection of the distant light, he saw a ball of ash slowly rolling in the garden outside the window, making the sound of a newspaper as it rolled: "All dead... all dead..."
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