Zhang Peng finally stopped sweating, forced out a stiff smile and urged: "Yes, you'd better tell us what you discovered. There is strength in numbers."
Jing Jing also said in agreement: "There may really be no clues on the first floor, but that voice won't let us go to the second floor, so your information is very important to us."
Luo Xinqi's tone was a bit questioning: "Are you trying to hide something secret? Is it possible that you have found the clues to clear the level but refused to tell us?"
Wang Jiao, who had recovered, said weakly with a cry in her voice: "I mean, you can't be so selfish as a human being."
Zhang Ziran didn't want to hide it from them, but how could he reveal all the clues he had finally found so easily? And their aggressive attitude did make him a little unhappy.
So Zhang Ziran signaled them to be quiet, only selected some things to talk about, and hid some of them.
"There are four guest rooms and one locked room on the second floor. I only found two guest rooms. There were many dolls in the first room. As soon as I found a diary in the second room, a doll suddenly appeared. Ghosts are coming to hunt me.”
Zhang Ziran took out a relatively small diary. The cover had a very childish illustration, which should be specially made for children.
Everyone immediately stood up and gathered together. After all, the more they knew, the greater the chance of survival.
"On January 10th, the weather was fine. Mom took me out to play again! Mom is the best!"
"January 15th, the weather was sunny. My mother is so awesome and the cake she made was delicious. I didn't want to share it with others, but my mother told me to be a good child."
"On January 20th, the weather was sunny. Mom bought me new clothes and new toys! I love my mother the most."
...
At the beginning, they were all about ordinary daily life, and the writing style was also very immature.
But Su Yi noticed that there was no description of the male protagonist, the child's father, in this diary, which felt a bit strange.
Soon, the diary began to take a turn.
"On April 10, the weather was fine. My mother was coughing so badly that even taking medicine didn't help."
"On April 15th, the weather was sunny. Mom lost a lot of hair, but she still looks good."
"It was a sunny day on April 20th. My mother wanted to make a cake for me, but she fainted before she finished. What kind of disease is this? Can you get away from my mother?"
...
"On June 13th, the weather was cloudy. Mom said she was leaving soon. She said she didn't want me anymore. Why?"
"On June 15th, the weather was cloudy. Mom threw away a lot of things. Why?"
"June 20th, the weather is cloudy. I hate my mother."
...
It seems that the mother of this child fell ill and passed away. If there is anything wrong, it is that the word "father" has never appeared here, as if he does not exist.
Is the male protagonist dead long ago?
Su Yi looked and thought.
Suddenly, the time in the diary jumped significantly, and the style of painting changed——
"...I know she's dead, just like those people, the only difference is she's the prettiest..."
"...My eyes hurt so much, I can't see her photo clearly..."
"...So ugly, they are all so ugly..."
"...Are they crooked? They are so ugly..."
"...So, is she also this ugly..."
At this point, Su Yi basically knew what was wrong with the child. Some words in the diary were blacked out, and even the sentences became weird.
"...I know, she must be uncomfortable because of this, just help them get rid of it."
"...I can cook!"
"...I have grown up and can no longer keep a diary. I want to be obedient and be a good child."
At this point, the diary was gone, everyone had complicated thoughts, and everyone returned to their seats.
Zhang Ziran put the diary away and suggested: "Let's think about it carefully and see what information we can extract."
Then the hands of the clock pointed to twelve o'clock.
[Hehe, it’s lunch time! You will be free to play in thirty minutes~] It’s still that weird voice.
Then, the kitchen door opened, and a man in a black suit brought out plates of dishes.
Each pot of vegetables is filled with fragrant meat dishes, garnished with vegetables, which looks very delicate.
It wasn't until the last dish was served that everyone's expressions changed!
It was a boiled head. At this moment, it was placed almost completely in the middle of the table. Some of the flesh on the face fell off, revealing the clear bones inside.
It was also surrounded by a golden juice with a strong aroma, and there was an uneven gap in the neck, as if someone had chopped it off with great force.
Everyone immediately thought that the meat that was served before was also from this corpse, and they all looked disgusted, especially Su Yi. The face of the head happened to be facing him, which made her feel sick.
She held her breath calmly, suppressing the acid water in her stomach.
Suddenly she thought of something and turned to look at the center of the hall. There was a body lying alone on the ground, surrounded by blood.
Maybe he will be the one on the table for the next meal.
What else is this called a key? Just call it the Last Supper.
Is it possible that every player will be made into a dish after death?
That's too disgusting.
The faint smell of meat wafted in the nose, and everyone's face was full of nausea and wanting to vomit.
Some people covered their noses and didn't even look at them. Some people covered their mouths and lowered their heads, trying desperately to suppress their urge to vomit.
In addition to these dishes, the man also thoughtfully gave everyone a glass of "red wine" with the blood-red liquid swaying slightly.
However, they did not emit the mellow smell of alcohol, but the familiar smell of blood.
Jing Jing looked at the beautiful girl sitting on the chair, her eyes lowered, as if she was thinking about something. The sharp contrast between the black hair and the snow-white skin made her look particularly pleasing to the eye.
After a while, a gentle smile appeared on the girl's lips: "Excuse me, are there no other dishes?"
If, as she thought, every meal consisted of these things, and the physical strength they needed to survive for three days couldn't be obtained from above, wouldn't it mean that they wouldn't be able to escape if they encountered a ghost?
[No~ These are so delicious, won’t you eat them? Hehehe~]
The mechanical voice made a weird laugh, which made people even more nauseous.
Su Yi guessed that the corpse Song Cheng saw before was probably the one on the table, and she kind of wanted to go in and take a look.
"Can we go into the kitchen then?"
"After all, I also want to learn how to make such fragrant dishes."
After saying this, everyone looked at the smiling girl sitting on the chair at the same time, with undisguised surprise on their faces.
Is this person crazy? !
Song Cheng died just after he entered, how dare she go in? ?
Isn't she afraid of death? ? ?
[...Well, for the sake of you being so discerning. But you can only go in alone~]
The mechanical voice was silent for a while, and then happily agreed.
[This is my own kitchen, but I’m in a good mood today, so I’ll let you go in and take a look! 】
Su Yi silently kept these words in mind, stood up, and walked into the kitchen without changing her expression.
The kitchen was large, surrounded by some ordinary stoves and pots and pans, and a refrigerator.
The only thing that was out of place was that in one place, there was a pool of blood, splattered everywhere.
In the middle of the bloodstain is a chopping board with some meat foam and some black hair on it, which may have fallen off when the head was cut off.
In an open cabinet door, there was a black plastic bag and some blood stains, which should be where the body was stored.
There shouldn't be any clues here, it's just a "cooking" place.
Su Yi suppressed her thoughts and opened the refrigerator. What made her feel relieved was that there were some vegetables, fruits and bread in it. It should be enough to save some food.
She picked up three loaves and walked out.
[Why don’t you eat vegetables? Did my cooking not taste good? 】
the voice asked coldly as she walked back.
Everyone felt frightened, thinking that she was going to die soon. Even Zhang Ziran felt that this girl was seeking death.
It was okay not to eat, but she took the extra step to go into the kitchen and get some bread. Sure enough, a newcomer is a newcomer, and she has no brains and wants to be smart.
"No, because I am allergic to meat, so I have to eat bread to fill my stomach, but I can eat it with the smell."
Su Yi Mian said this without changing his expression, and then put the bread on the table.
They might not be able to eat it, but she took her own amount anyway.
[…Well, you’re so pitiful. 】The voice recovered immediately.
Is this okay?
How could someone be allergic to meat? !
This is not common sense at all! !
Everyone's heart is extremely complicated.
Su Yi felt relieved a little.
She had some suspicion that this voice might be the culprit who killed Song Cheng.
It also mentions that this kitchen belongs to it, so what exactly does it have to do with this place?
Or is it... the kid in that diary?
Su Yi covered her eyes and slowly ate the bread on her seat.
Others were surprised when they saw that she was not dead. Although they knew they could ask, they had no appetite now, so they simply remained silent.
"Excuse me, can I have a piece of bread?"
Just when Su Yi picked up the second piece of bread, Jing Jing next to him asked, with a hint of anxiety in his voice.
Su Yi couldn't eat it at first, but she was afraid that she would lose strength if she didn't eat, and girls had less physical strength than boys.
"Can."
Su Yi thought that if they really didn't eat, then she would finish the three pieces of bread.
After all, you may not be able to eat anything later.
Thirty minutes soon arrived, and the mechanical voice sounded on time.
【It’s past lunch time! Now you can move around freely! You have to come back for dinner before 6pm~Hehe~]
Its tone seems to be cute, but paired with the mechanical sound, it seems a bit nondescript.
When the man in the suit removed the food, everyone left their seats unbearably.
"I don't know if it's my imagination. I feel like the lights are a little dim, right?" It was Zhang Peng who spoke.
The light was now twice as dark as before. Su Yi had walked through the forest with the light, but now it was not that bright.
"Indeed, I suspect it might be darker at night, which would be detrimental to us."
Zhang Ziran nodded: "We have eight people now. We can form teams to look for clues. After all, I may have overlooked some places."
His suggestion was approved by everyone, so everyone went upstairs one after another.
In the end, Su Yi and An Jing went to the fourth floor, Zhang Ziran, Li Ling, and Zhang Peng went to the third floor, and Luo Xinqi, Wang Yue, and Wang Jiao went to the second floor.
Su Yi was the last one to go up the stairs. She caught sight of something out of the corner of her eye, turned her head and stared at the body for a few seconds.
She seemed to have found the reason for Song Cheng's death.
