I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

Zhang Yangqing picked up a book from the bookshelf next to him, walked to the seat opposite the chef, sat down, opened the book, and pretended to read it.

His eyes were on the pages of the book, but his peripheral vision was on the cook.

He was observing and analyzing: Had this person mysteriously transformed into a human, or had someone from the third faction managed to steal the clothes?
How to distinguish them? It's difficult just by looking, but there are already intelligence hints.

A lot of useful information was gained from the melancholic and eerie encounters.

If a strange creature manages to steal a human identity, it will inherit some of the original owner's abilities from their previous life.

The melancholic and eerie one inherited the painting ability, but he did not have the original owner's memories.

He didn't know why he could paint, why he fell in love with that woman, or why he died in that studio.

He only has abilities, not memories.

The people in the third faction probably only managed to grab the clothes, and didn't even acquire any abilities, so they need to learn.

They need to read, practice, observe, and imitate.

Unlike the supernatural, they are not born with these skills; they learn them step by step.

If we analyze it this way, the chef in front of us should be a guy from the third camp.

But Zhang Yangqing thought it was not necessarily true.

Because of the strange transformation, he became a human chef. He has skills, but cooking is not about fighting and killing, and he can't rely solely on intuition.

Simply put, if you want to make fried rice with eggs, you first need to know what an egg looks like.

Even if you know how to cook it, if you don't know what an egg looks like, you won't be able to find the raw materials.

The strange creature can inherit cooking skills, but it doesn't recognize the ingredients.

It doesn't know whether tomatoes are red or green, whether onions are round or flat, or what the difference is between salt and sugar.

It also needs to learn, and needs to combine the original owner's abilities with the common sense of this world.

Therefore, the identity of the chef in front of us is yet to be determined.

He might be an anomaly, or he might be part of a third faction.

It's difficult to judge unless he speaks up and reveals more information.

Of course, this is Zhang Yangqing's judgment based on the fact that he is not a normal person. If he were a normal person with a normal profession, there wouldn't be so much trouble.

But Zhang Yangqing doesn't believe that a person with a normal profession would be looking at recipes in a library late at night.

Zhang Yangqing had thought it through enough, closed the book, and went over to strike up a conversation.

His tone was indifferent, as if he were asking a stranger for directions: "You look so worried, do you need any help?"

The chef put down his book, looked up, and stared at Zhang Yangqing.

His eyes weren't large, but they were bright, carrying a professional alertness.

His gaze moved from Zhang Yangqing's face to his uniform, then back to his face. "Who are you?"

His voice was a little hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken to anyone in a long time.

Zhang Yangqing acts like an NPC, triggering dialogues and automatically responding.

His tone was exactly the same as when he spoke to the cleaner, even the pauses were the same: "Monitor, I specialize in suppressing the supernatural. If you are being harassed by the supernatural, you can tell me, and I can help you, but you will have to pay a price."

When the audience in front of the big screen in China saw this, the live chat exploded.

I can't hold it in anymore, everyone! Zhang Tianshi is more like an NPC than a native; he responds as soon as a dialogue is triggered. At first glance, I even doubted that I was seeing things!
"You couldn't hold it in already? What if I said I could easily hold it in?"
If someone could hold it in, wouldn't they be in a vegetative state? I certainly couldn't.

You guys are too insensitive. You'll never understand my current state of tension. I am the only one born from this difficult era of tension. I am the God of Tension!

Fortunately, Zhang Yangqing from the world of ghost stories didn't know what these guys were talking about, otherwise he probably would have been a bit nervous too. The chef, hearing Zhang Yangqing's words, became interested.

He looked Zhang Yangqing up and down, his gaze sweeping over his uniform, name tag, and keychain before finally settling on his face.

His expression changed from nonchalant to serious, and from serious to scrutinizing: "A surveillance officer? Interesting."

He paused, a slight smile playing on his lips, and said in a half-smile, "Let's see if you live to see tomorrow. I'm not threatening you."

This statement reveals a lot of information.

Zhang Yangqing deduced that this chef must have been here for a while and was a seasoned veteran.

He had met other monitors and knew how high their mortality rate was.

He said, "Let's see if you live to see tomorrow," implying that he had met a monitor who wouldn't live to see tomorrow.

This statement also reveals that the chef doesn't really trust Zhang Yangqing, at least not like the cleaner who directly triggered the task.

The prerequisite for triggering the mission is that Zhang Yangqing survives today.

The chef definitely knows some information, but he won't easily tell Zhang Yangqing.

He needs to first assess whether this person is trustworthy, capable of surviving, and qualified to make a deal with him.

Zhang Yangqing was neither angry nor did he offer any explanation.

He leaned against the bookshelf, his tone still calm: "Whether I'll live to see tomorrow is anyone's guess, but whether you'll live is another matter entirely. Your guests have been waiting for a long time; don't you want to know something?"

The chef's expression changed.

That composed expression vanished, replaced by surprise, a question of "how did he know?"

it's actually really easy.

As a chef, that's just my profession.

Zhang Yangqing saw in the surveillance footage that there was a distinguished guest in the restaurant, dressed in a formal suit, sitting at a table with a glass of red wine in front of him, but he wasn't drinking it and was waiting for someone.

He didn't know what she was waiting for, but he could "bluff" the chef and guess that she was waiting for the food, waiting for the chef to serve it.

The chef is looking at the recipe, which means he's looking for some answer.

Zhang Yangqing could tell from his expression that he had guessed correctly.

Zhang Yangqing also made a wild guess: this guy's rule is that you can't serve the wrong dish, or you might die, and there's also a time limit, so he's here reading a book to confirm all the details of the dish he's going to make.

You can redo a dish if you make a mistake, but the rules don't give you the chance to redo it.

Knowing that the fish had taken the bait, Zhang Yangqing turned and left.

Sure enough, the chef caught up with them.

He walked around the long table and strode up to Zhang Yangqing, his face beaming with smiles, a stark contrast to his earlier coldness of "Let's see if you live to see tomorrow."

He bent slightly at the waist, rubbing his hands together in front of him, his tone slightly ingratiating: "Dude, I was just being rude, I admit my mistake. Do you know anything about this? Please tell me."

His voice was very low, as if he was afraid of being overheard.

Zhang Yangqing stopped and looked at him: "According to the rules, you have to provide me with some information that I want and state your demands before I can help you."

The chef nodded without hesitation: "Give me a hint, what do you want to know?"

Since Zhang Yangqing had already deduced that the chef knew he was new, he simply asked directly, "How much do you know about my profession? How many security guards have you met before?"

The chef frowned, as if recalling something from long ago: "I saw two monitors, a long-haired man and a short-haired woman. The man was very strong and gloomy, and the woman was also strong, but not as strong as the man. They both lived here for a while, but I can confirm that they are both dead."

After he finished speaking, he observed Zhang Yangqing's reaction to gauge his interest in the information, a kind of push and pull. (End of Chapter)