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

Zhang Yangqing knew this guy was something special, so he only told him half and kept half of what he knew hidden, waiting for him to ask questions so he could determine which stage he was at.

This is a common tactic used by seasoned veterans: they don't proactively provide information, they make you ask questions. The more questions you ask, the more you reveal, and the more you reveal, the better they know how to control you.

Zhang Yangqing knew this was a trap, but for the sake of intelligence, he continued to ask, "I'm very curious, how did you determine that they were dead? What evidence do you have? I still feel that they are not dead. If I can collect their bodies, I might be able to revive them to help me."

Zhang Yangqing gave false information here.

Resurrected? He doesn't have that ability right now.

His real goal was to kill those former monitors who might be resurrected, or rather, to kill the former monitors who were "resurrecting".

Rule 6 clearly states that if you see someone wearing the same uniform as you on surveillance footage, you must kill them quickly.

The long-haired man and the short-haired woman, their uniforms are still in some corner of this building, their bodies are still there, their presence has not completely disappeared, they may "return in triumph" at any time, or even all of this was orchestrated by the two of them.

There are reasons why Zhang Yangqing felt he had been set up.

If those two are still alive, and they are still guiding Zhang Yangqing to 'complete the mission,' then what is the purpose of this guidance?
Zhang Yangqing needed to find them and get rid of them before they returned.

Whether the chef believes it or not is not important; what's important is that even if he doesn't believe it, there's nothing that can be done, since they're not from the same system.

The chef remained silent for a moment, his eyes fixed on Zhang Yangqing, as if trying to determine how much of what the man said was true and how much was false.

After a while, he spoke up: "You know what, I've seen their bodies, but they were both mutilated, in different places, including the kitchen where I work."

He paused, then continued, "If you can help me, I can find their bodies for you, but I can only find parts of them. I can't bring them back to life."

Zhang Yangqing nodded, his face expressionless: "No problem, you wait here for me, I'll go and talk to that woman."

The chef paused for a moment, then asked, "Do you know what I need?"

His tone carried a hint of probing and doubt.

Zhang Yangqing smiled, a faint but confident smile: "Don't worry, it wasn't easy for you to become a chef."

He turned and left after saying that.

The chef stood there, stunned, staring at Zhang Yangqing's retreating figure in surprise.

He didn't know how he had been seen through.

The chef even began to be wary of Zhang Yangqing: this man knew too much, so much that it made him uneasy.

He lowered his head and reopened the cookbook, but he couldn't concentrate on reading a single word.

As Zhang Yangqing walked out of the library, he looked back once.

The melancholy and eerie figure was still sitting on the floor of the children's book section, several picture books spread out in front of him, engrossed in reading them.

His fingers traced patterns on the pages, as if he were copying or disassembling the book.

A smile played on his lips, a genuine smile that conveyed the relief of having found some kind of answer.

Zhang Yangqing didn't call him and left alone.

On the way out, Zhang Yangqing had a general idea of ​​the chef's identity and the rules.

The chef is definitely a bizarre creature that has just possessed the original owner's body; he is not from the third faction.

Put yourself in their shoes: You have just successfully possessed someone and gained the skills, but you have no memories.

The original owner could cook, and you know you can cook, but you don't remember what dishes he cooked, what his signature dishes were, or what those dishes looked like or what they were called.

At this moment, a very powerful "regular customer" came to the restaurant. She didn't know that you had been possessed and ordered the "original set meal" for you.

If you ask, "What was the original package?", loyal customers will immediately realize you've been taken over and start making moves.

That would be a violation of the rules regarding death.

The chef is in this situation; he doesn't know what the woman in the restaurant used to eat, and he doesn't dare to ask.

He could only come to the library, hoping to find some clues in the recipes, as a last resort. Zhang Yangqing didn't actually have much affection for the strange chef.

This guy is very wary; I don't know what his purpose is.

Unlike the melancholic and eerie ones, it's purely for fun, without any particular purpose.

The melancholy and eerie followed him because they found it interesting and wanted to see how far this human could go.

The chef is different; the chef follows him because he's useful, because he can help him survive the night.

This relationship is fragile and dangerous.

Zhang Yangqing arrived at the restaurant with practiced ease.

He pushed open the door and went inside.

The restaurant was quiet, with candlelight flickering gently in the breeze, and the silver cutlery reflecting a soft glow.

The woman was still sitting there, wearing a dark dress, her hair up in a bun and secured with a hairpin.

She sat upright with her back straight and her hands folded on her knees, like a noblewoman in a classical oil painting.

She saw Zhang Yangqing come in, her gaze lingered on him for a moment, noticing his uniform, but she didn't speak or show any change in expression.

She glanced at it only once, then continued staring at the glass of red wine in front of her, as if waiting for someone who would never come.

She waited quietly, without impatience, and with great elegance.

The audience in front of the big screen in Longguo thought Zhang Yangqing would "go through the motions".

First, strike up a conversation with the woman in the evening gown and find out what she wants to eat. Then, go back and tell the chef in exchange for clues about the former surveillance officer's body.

This is the safest approach, as it avoids offending either side and allows you to benefit from both.

But Zhang Yangqing did not follow the script.

He walked up to the table where the elegantly dressed woman was sitting, stopped, and asked politely, "Excuse me, may I sit here?"

He pointed to the chair opposite her.

The woman in the dress looked up and glanced at him.

Her eyes were dark brown with deep pupils, like a bottomless pool of water.

Her eyelashes were long, casting a small shadow in the candlelight: "Please go ahead."

The voice was pleasant, neither too warm nor too cold, carrying a distant politeness.

Zhang Yangqing sat down, looked at the beautiful woman in the dress, and said directly, "That chef has been possessed by a strange entity. He doesn't know what you want to eat, so he asked me to find out about you."

The woman in the dress narrowed her eyes slightly.

That was the first time she had shown any emotion that night. Staring at Zhang Yangqing, she said, "Why did you tell me this?"

Her voice was still as beautiful as ever, but now it carried a hint of inquiry.

Zhang Yangqing leaned back in his chair and looked into her eyes: "Because I am human, and he is a monster."

These straightforward words made the woman in the dress smile.

The smile was elegant, with the corners of the mouth slightly upturned, revealing a row of neat teeth: "Aren't you worried that I'm a monster?"

Her tone was playful, as if she were teasing an interesting child.

Zhang Yangqing waved his hand: "Because you know what you're going to do. I'm the same way. Humans are all like that. But most of the strange creatures here don't know what they're going to do."

He spoke very directly, so directly that the audience watching on the big screen were shocked: So Zhang Yangqing had already analyzed this point? (End of Chapter)