Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 274 Why not eat minced meat?

Chapter 274 Why not eat minced meat?
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The servant boy was tapping the table with his fingers in a rhythmic manner in the room.

In his other hand he held Jasmine's diary and examined it carefully.

After a moment, he looked up at the clock on the living room wall.

There was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Half an hour..."

"Will this guy just go over and knock someone out and search their room?"

It was hard for him to imagine being in such an unyielding state as that sloppy woman.

What on earth is Yan Shuangying doing next door?
Thinking of this, he wanted to go over and see what was going on.

But he was also worried that his sudden intrusion would disturb Yan Shuangying's conversation.

After all, he had just been refused communication by a sloppy woman.

Going ahead rashly may backfire.

Not afraid of god-like opponents, but afraid of pig-like teammates.

The book boy always felt that——

As a teammate in the dungeon, you can be so bad that you can't provide any help.

But don't be stupid enough to interfere with other people's plans.

Of course, the premise is that other people have the ability to make plans to attack the copy.

And generally speaking, you should be the one who plays this role in the copy.

Now...it's hard to say.

He still recognized Yan Shuangying's ability.

It's just that most of the behavior is too convoluted.

"Dong dong!"

There was a knock on the door.

The servant boy shouted without even looking up, "Come in."

However, the person who opened the door was not Yan Shuangying who he had imagined.

Not even other players.

Instead, she was an old lady with a kind face and gray hair.

She was holding a plate of braised pork in her hand.

When he smiled, the wrinkles on his face looked like a wax figure that had been ravaged by an invisible hand.

His eyes were narrowed into slits, and the bags under his eyes were so heavy that they looked like two wriggling cicada pupae lying on his face.

The servant met this man today.

It's the upstairs resident.

Because when we went down to gather.

The other party walked down from the top of the passage.

The book boy's memory is almost the same as a photographic memory.

He could even remember that there was a little more white foam on the old man's collar compared to that morning.

I must have brushed my teeth after returning home.

Some low-quality toothpaste got on my collar.

He seemed to be thinner, and his hands holding the dishes were like dry branches.

The whole person is filled with the decadent air that is unique to old age.

The old lady said slowly, "I stewed some extra meat at home and brought some to you."

When she saw that the person sitting on the sofa was not the familiar long-haired Jasmine in room 307.

She immediately asked in surprise, "Young man, you... are Jasmine's boyfriend?"

This made the book boy speechless.

He nodded, didn't he?

Neither is denial.

You can't tell this old man that the jasmine in your mouth is now in the refrigerator, freezing cold, right?
Last night, Yan Shuangying fished the opponent's remains out of the pot.

Because there is no place to dispose of it, and we are worried that it will rot outside and create a corpse-like smell.

So I packed it in black plastic bags and froze it in the bottom layer of the refrigerator.

He told this to himself while having breakfast.

Pork was also found at that time.

Finally I chose to admit it.

Otherwise, I can't explain why I'm at Jasmine's house.

"Yeah, I am... As for Jasmine, she went out for a walk to help digest her food after dinner."

The servant lied without blushing or beating his heart.

He took the dishes handed to him by the old woman.

Looking at the delicious stew, even though he had just eaten breakfast not long ago, he felt as if the insects were rumbling in his stomach.

"Is that so? Then when Jasmine comes back, you must remind her to eat it while it's hot. The meat will get tough if it gets cold. It's just perfect now."

After saying this, the old lady just looked at the servant eagerly.

It feels like I won’t leave unless you eat.

In response, he could only reluctantly pick up a pair of chopsticks.

He picked up a piece of stewed meat the size of a baby's fist and put it in his mouth, chewing it.

He also gave a thumbs up and praised: "The old man's craftsmanship is really good."

"What kind of meat is this? It tastes soft but not greasy, and is chewier than pork. It feels a bit like beef, but more like chicken..."

Having said this, the servant was in a trance for a moment.

The image of Yan Shuangying eating slices of meat in the morning came to my mind.

Those dead fish eyes flashed with a playful look.

He explained seriously, "Pork has finer muscle fibers, and the distribution of fat in people varies greatly from person to person. In fact, pork is usually not as selectively bred and optimized as pork, and the taste is worse, probably closer to a mixture of beef and chicken."

brush--

A trace of cold sweat hung on his forehead.

The chewing movement in the mouth also stopped.

That's wrong! It's totally wrong!
Why does this feel so similar to what he said?
"Cough, cough, cough!"

When the book boy thought about what might be in his mouth, he couldn't help but turn sideways and retch.

The pieces of meat also fell into the trash can.

The old lady felt distressed when seeing this.

He quickly stepped forward and asked with concern: "Hey, what's wrong? Is the taste not right?"

The servant boy picked up the water cup, took a big gulp, and rinsed it quickly in his mouth.

Then he spit the water mixed with the smell of meat into the trash can.

His face looked a little ugly, and he forced a wry smile and said, "Sorry, I caught a cold last night and had a fever. I feel a little nauseous when I eat."

"Let Jasmine eat it when she comes back. I can't enjoy it for the time being."

Looking at the old lady's face full of sorrow.

He even planned to come forward and touch his forehead.

The servant boy quickly raised his hand to refuse, "It's better for us to keep some distance, so as not to infect you with my cold, cough cough cough!"

After saying that, he pretended to cough twice.

He stood up and picked up the bowl of stew.

Go into the kitchen and get the vegetable cover to cover it.

Seeing this, the old lady did not stop.

Before leaving, he asked with concern, "If you have a cold, drink more hot water. Do you have any medicine at home? If not, remember to come to my house and get some. It's upstairs at room 401."

After she is completely gone.

The servant then began to check if he felt any discomfort.

I kept thinking back to what I had experienced in just a few minutes.

I felt an awkward sense of disobedience.

There wasn't much fear or terror.

After all, the book boy is just a paper man, and his real body is still lying in the witch's tent.

But there is a problem now.

There is a big problem!

He wasn't referring to the stew or the old lady, whose problems were obvious.

But there are some problems hidden beneath the surface.

It's some kind of problem that I have!

If it were my usual self, how could I be so careless as to invite the other person in without even looking through the peephole at the door?

And knowing clearly that anyone will be replaced by a [fake person].

Faced with an unknown meat handed to him by a strange old lady.

How could I put it into my mouth so easily under normal circumstances?

Now we are conquering the nightmare-level dungeon!
Why would we let our guard down to this extent?
wow-

I turned on the kitchen faucet and reached out my hand to feel the icy cold temperature.

He kept slapping it on his face, trying to sober himself up.

It seems that the danger of this copy is not just the direct harm from the [pseudo-people] at night.

Even during the day, there is some unknown danger lurking in the dark.

If I really swallowed that piece of meat.

What will happen?

Will I become a [fake person] directly?

dong dong——

There was a knocking sound. The servant boy, his face still dripping with water, suddenly turned his head towards the refrigerator next to him.

Just now... it seemed like there was a knocking sound coming from the refrigerator?
I was washing my face vigorously and wasn't paying much attention.

Is it an illusion?

dong dong——

Just when the servant was about to open the refrigerator to check the situation.

The knocking sound rang out again.

When attention is focused, positioning is quite rapid.

The result also made him calm down a little bit -

There was a knock on the door outside.

And it was accompanied by Yan Shuangying's ridicule:

"Is Xiaoxuan here? Is Xiaoxuan here?"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, I am Jiao Mei."

Phew~ You scared yourself.

The servant boy wiped the water stains off his face with his sleeve.

Walk to the door and look through the peephole.

It was indeed Yan Shuangying's appearance, and he was still wrapped in the blanket he had worn before leaving the house.

I just experienced the weird stew incident.

Still warily, he asked, "What does the collapse of rituals and the decline of music mean? Please answer."

This was the way Yan Shuangying verified himself last night.

If you get a normal answer, it means there is something wrong with the person outside the door.

However, the next second, I heard the other party say:

"Li Beng Le Hue means that the betrothal gift negotiations broke down, and everyone was very happy about it."

Book boy: “?”

Although he wanted to laugh, he held it back.

OK, this is me.

As soon as he said "Come in", he opened the door a crack, and Wu Wang's figure rushed in.

It was like something was chasing him from behind.

After coming in, he rushed into the bedroom without looking back.

He even closed the door.

Just as the servant was about to open the door, a voice came from the bedroom -

"I'm completely naked now. If you open the door and see that the EX curry stick has a stye, don't blame me."

The servant boy's hand froze on the door handle.

After a moment, the door opened from the inside.

Wu Wang changed back into his own clothes and came out.

He was indeed in a hurry to get into the house just now.

After all, he couldn't let Tan Lili find out that he was hiding in room 307 next door.

Although she was still in the room, she was still stunned by the fright.

But what if you come out and take a look?

Fortunately, the book boy opened the door very quickly, and the plan has been going well so far.

Look at the water stains on the collar and sleeves of the servant boy's clothes.

He moved his nose slightly and sniffed the strange smell in the air.

After turning your eyes to the mosaic in the trash can.

Wu Wang sat down on the sofa.

He asked, "Who brought the stew just now? Hmm, they put too much white vinegar. It tastes sour. A low-level chef."

"What did the other party do? Why are you so scared that you're breaking out in a cold sweat?"

The servant was not at all surprised by this guy's terrifying observation skills.

Just dragged a chair and sat opposite him.

He said seriously, "Yan Shuangying, I find that our cognition is beginning to have problems."

"Do you feel like after just one night, you've developed an inexplicable dependence on and familiarity with this apartment?"

“It feels like I’ve lived here for years. I feel comfortable and relaxed coming home.”

"I don't want to dwell on the details of something that's supposedly wrong."

Wu Wang raised his eyebrows and shrugged.

motioning for him to continue.

"For example, I knocked on the door when I came back from next door."

"You actually let me in without even checking if I was the real person."

"What if I've been replaced by a [fake person]? Wouldn't you be in danger?"

"Are you usually so careless?"

Wu Wang nodded honestly: "Yes, I'm not afraid of death."

Book boy: “?”

Fuck you! What a joke!

There's no need to be particular about the occasion when doing abstract art, right?
But he still explained to Wu Wang in detail what had just happened and his doubts about his self-awareness.

Shutong felt that this copy did not give a clear survival time like [Liyuan Anecdotes] and most copies.

It doesn't give any time limit at all.

It seems to give players a lot of room to play.

In fact, all the dangers have already been secretly marked.

The longer you stay here, the more your thinking and living habits will be assimilated.

In the end, there may not be a need for [pseudo-humans] or other death risks.

Players have naturally lived forever.

Forget your identity as a player and become one of the natives.

If that's the case.

Among the original residents of this apartment building, there might be players who have failed in the previous strategy!
In response, Wu Wang simply said, "Then don't take so long, just speedrun it."

"I'm going to the circus later. Do you want to come with me?"

The servant boy's expression was a little strange.

Surprised, he asked, "Did you really find out from Tan Lili how to get the tickets from the apartment manager?"

"How did you do that…wait, were you not wearing any clothes under the blanket when you left and came back?"

"You didn't give her the sleeping clothes?"

"No wonder it took you half an hour."

Snapped--

Wu Wang slammed two rectangular bills that looked like children's hand-drawn drawings on the table.

Under the book boy's expression that became even more wonderful.

Wu Wang's mouth twitched.

He said with a look of dismay, "What kind of dirty crap is in your head? Do I look like that kind of person?"

"Yes." The servant nodded immediately.

Wu Wang said angrily, "I look like I've only lived for half an hour? Who am I looking down on?"

Shit! Is this the point?

The servant clenched his fists.

Sometimes I really want to call the police and have this bastard arrested!

It seemed that the other party was almost unable to hold back and came up to beat him up.

Only then did Wu Wang hand over a ticket.

He opened his mouth and shared the information he had obtained.

He also added some information after he coaxed Tan Lili into cooperating with him.

The special information I just got——

"The apartment manager is rarely in the building during the day, and no one knows where he goes."

"So, Tan Lili here helps keep a stack of circus tickets for when someone wants to see the circus but can't find the administrator, and I got them directly from her."

"Also, the apartment manager might not be completely on the human side. He's made an agreement with the highest-ranking Pseudo-Human—he's going to have to control the other Pseudo-Humans and ensure that at least 20% of the people in the apartment remain real."

"The specific reason is unknown."

"The reason Tan Lili became an agent is because she can tell [fake people] by smell. This woman has an extraordinary sense of smell."

"She said [the fake person] has a unique sour smell."

"[Pseudo-humans] cannot be eliminated by any physical means. Even if their heads are chopped off, they can still live normally."

Having said this, Wu Wang suddenly paused.

He bent down to pick up the trash can and dumped it out.

Looking at the mosaic on the ground that had been chewed and spit out by the servant boy.

He lay on the ground in an extremely perverted posture, his nose twitching wildly.

He even poked the puddle of flesh with his hand.

Then he looked at the servant with an extremely serious expression.

After taking a deep breath, he said:

"If I say so, this thing might still be alive."