I'm a chef in Infinity Thriller

Qiuli's prayer beads in her pocket did not move, she had just put them away.

Almost at the same time, a pop-up window popped up from the "professional game interface" in Qiuli's mind:
[Release task:
Mission Name: The Secret of Longxi Temple

Task requirements: 1. Find out the reason for the abbot's death; 2. Explore the black tower;
Time limit: within seven days;

Task rewards: 1000 reward points for finding key clues; 1 reward points for completing mission 8000; rewarding a special item for completing mission 2.

Task start time: June 6th

Task level: A level;
Known clues: a construction site where accidents often occur;

Rules: Play your role well;
Mission failed: obliterate;

(40000 points can be exchanged for a resurrection card). 】

Oh, is this game against her?Her total points are only 37600 points, but the resurrection card needs 40000 points. This is clearly not leaving her a way out.

Qiuli felt sore in her heart. After all, she was still too poor.

As for Mission 2, she was really tempted to be rewarded with a special item, but the underground palace under the black tower was too dangerous.

That being the case, then choose investigation task 1. If the construction site in the prompt is correct, it should be the place where I woke up in the morning.

There is also the column of rules, play your role well, there are no other prompts other than that, last time there were requirements such as not revealing the player's identity, probably because the difficulty of this dungeon is A-level.

After Qiuli thought about the question, he found that the old monk Zhiguang in front of him was also in a daze, as if he was watching something.

Her eyebrows twitched. Could it be that he is a player?

If he is, then this time the player does not appear in the image of the main body, but replaces the identity of other characters in the temple.

So the one in the rules: playing your role well is very important.

"Then I'll come over at noon, and I'll go back to the dormitory to pack my things first." Qiu Li greeted Master Zhiguang who came back to his senses, waved to the three young monks, turned and walked back.

Waiting to go back to the dormitory.

Qiuli took out the old-fashioned mobile phone that could only make calls and send messages from the "portable food box". As soon as the signal was connected, several text messages popped up.

Qiuli glanced at it, and it was all messages from the company's personnel manager Wu.

She picked a few to read, and quickly called her back.

"Qiuli! Where have you been? Explain to me, where did you go yesterday? Also, where are you now?"

Before Qiuli could speak, Manager Wu on the other side of the phone had already talked a lot.

It's been a long time since I lived as a social animal. With a trace of nostalgia, Qiuli made up a reason to prevaricate the past. After learning that Qiuli had returned to the temple, Manager Wu's anger finally subsided.

Qiuli put down her phone, and just as she turned around, she saw a young short-haired woman walking outside the door, looking in her direction with her eyes. Not far away, an orange cat was lazily basking in the sun.

Qiuli smiled and spoke first, "I'm Qiuli who works in the kitchen, who are you?"

The woman with short hair looks a bit delicate, her clothes are very plain, and her figure is medium to thin. She said a little embarrassedly:

"I saw that the door here is open. I didn't mean to disturb you. I'm a layman who lives in the opposite side room. I come here to live here for a month every year. My name is Qin Zhaodi."

Qiuli looked into her eyes and repeated: "Zhaodi?"

Qin Zhaodi said with a smile at the corner of her mouth: "You also think this name is strange. There are very few little girls named Zhaodi nowadays. In our village, that is a tradition, but I have left our village. People live in this world. There is no choice, but the future path can still be chosen.”

Qiuli hurriedly said: "I don't think this name is bad, but I have a friend who also has this name, so I subconsciously recited it."

"So that's the case, then we are destined."

After Qin Zhaodi finished speaking, she pointed to her room and said to Qiuli: "From tomorrow onwards, I will read scriptures and do homework with the master for a week. I will be fine after four or five in the afternoon. If you are bored, you can come and play with me." .”

"One week in a row?" Qiuli's heart skipped a beat.

"Zen Qi, usually seven days, I guess, there will be a few people living in our yard before night."

Qin Zhaodi speaks cleanly and has a straightforward temperament.

Qiu Li had a good first impression of her. She didn't look like a player, maybe an NPC. Her pupils were the same as those of ordinary people. It seemed that she was not the Zhaodi she recognized.

"Then when I finish my work in the kitchen, I'll also go to the place where you do Zen Seven."

"You are welcome anytime, in the auditorium behind the Sutra Pavilion."

After Qiuli asked about the time of their Chan Qi activities, the orange cat came over suddenly. It was a little familiar with Qin Zhaodi, rubbed her trousers, and then raised its head: "Meow~"

Qin Zhaodi took out a plastic bag from her pocket, which contained a boiled egg yolk. She squatted down, took out the egg yolk and put it on the ground.

The orange cat ate happily.

"Is egg yolk considered meat food?" Qiuli asked.

"The masters definitely don't eat eggs. When we make Zen Qi, eggs are edible, but only eggs that have not been fertilized."

Qin Zhaodi was very familiar with the rules and regulations in the temple, and Qiuli squatted down with her, and she tentatively touched the orange cat's head.

It seems to be eating happily, and it doesn't resist Qiuli's touch.

Two people, one cat, were chatting vigorously in the small yard, and another person came to the gate of the yard, a middle-aged man carrying a box.

Qin Zhaodi stood up, with a smile on her lips, and greeted the visitor: "Senior Brother Chen."

He froze for a moment, then smiled and said hello: "Are you all here to do Zen Seven?"

Qin Zhaodi was a little surprised and said, "Yes."

Senior Brother Chen was carrying a wooden box in his hand, and he exuded an old-school scholarly temperament.

He pointed to the room ahead and said, "I'll put down my luggage first."

Qiu Li watched as he walked to the first of the three rooms, took out a key, and did not open the door.

He went to the second room again, and continued to use the key to open it. The door opened with a "squeak". Qiuli saw his obvious expression relax, and then pushed the door open and walked in.

Qin Zhaodi whispered next to him: "It's strange, why does Senior Brother Chen seem to not know me?"

Qiuli asked: "Why, do you know each other well?"

"Well, we have been doing Zen Seven together for three consecutive years, so we are very familiar." Qin Zhaodi pointed to her room, "Every time we come, the rooms we arrange are also in accordance with the usual practice in previous years."

Qiu Li watched that Senior Brother Chen enter the room, but didn't come out. She was thoughtful, and it seemed that there were at least two players who had already appeared.

Their hints and related memories should be incomplete, otherwise that Senior Brother Chen just now would not have recognized Qin Zhaodi and found the wrong room at the same time.

As for the player who replaced the old monk Cheng Zhiguang, he was even more outrageous, directly injured his hand, and avoided cooking for the next few days.

After Senior Brother Chen came in, the orange cat hid, and Qiuli looked at his watch, it was almost ten o'clock.

After saying hello to Qin Zhaodi, Qiuli went into the room to take a shower, changed her clothes, followed her out, and walked to the kitchen.