Don't provoke mentally ill people in the infinite flow genre!

When the black cloth was lifted from the long table in the corner, the food underneath was revealed.

It was a male corpse, its skin torn and flesh ripped open from being whipped, half of its face caved in, a gruesome and terrifying sight.

He was wearing tattered prison clothes, large patches of bloodstains on which had congealed into a dark brown, but the numbers embroidered on his chest were still legible.

8 number.

This is prisoner number 8. He was probably beaten to death with chains by the ghostly guards on the first night because he didn't return to his cell on time.

Near the body, there were neatly piled potatoes, green peppers, and eggplants, as well as a bag of rice.

Clearly, these vegetables, along with the corpse, were the ingredients they needed to process that day.

The dish "braised pork ribs with potatoes" uses ribs cut from a corpse.

"……vomit!"

Realizing the seriousness of the situation, Tang Yunxi couldn't help but gag, and it took her a long time to finally stop vomiting.

With tears welling in her eyes, she asked, "So we're going to dissect a corpse later, right?"

Ignoring her, Yi Zanglan and Yan Zhao had already begun a serious discussion.

"For someone with thick skin and tough flesh, you need to find a sharp knife."

"The knives on the stove are all quite sharp; choose one that you can handle."

"A narrow blade is needed; a narrow blade is suitable for deboning."

Tang Yunxi shuddered, her expression one of utter disbelief: "Isn't your acceptance level a bit too high?"

"Pork, beef, and mutton are all meat, and human flesh is also meat, so why can't it be cooked?" Yi Zanglan calmly suggested, "If all else fails, cover the corpse's face and imagine that he is just a boar that looks more like a human."

"...What utter nonsense!"

Yan Zhao walked over carrying the boning knife he had just chosen, and glanced at her upon hearing this.

"If you can't complete the task on time, you won't get a reduced sentence, and you might even get an extended sentence. Compared to that, dissecting a corpse isn't such a big deal, is it?"

Tang Yunxi hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but stopped herself: "Oh, right, I... there's something I haven't had a chance to tell you two yet..."

Yi Zanglan nodded: "Yes, your sentence has now been increased to thirty years, and it's impossible for you to get out through a reduction."

"How did you know?!"

"Because so too." She pointed to the corpse. "But we'll talk about our tasks later. Now that you're here, you have to finish this meal properly and don't even think about slacking off."

"..."

Tang Yunxi had no intention of slacking off; she always had a strong sense of team responsibility. Right now, she was just disgusted and scared.

But hearing Yi Zanglan say this, she knew that the other party had also started a special side quest, and she immediately felt more at ease.

If you're going to dissect a corpse, you need to do it properly, because you might need to ask the big shots for help later!

"Well... I can do dissections, but you'll have to teach me the basics."

"You don't need to dissect it." Yan Zhao shook his head, gesturing for her to step aside. "Go wash and cut the potatoes, green peppers, and eggplants. We'll take care of things here."

"Really? I'll go then!"

Tang Yun was overjoyed, as if she had been granted a pardon. She quickly grabbed the pile of ingredients for the "Three Treasures of the Earth" and ran to the stove in small steps.

Yan Zhao asked Yi Zanglan, "Were you ever a butcher?"

"No," Yi Zanglan replied patiently. "There are 360 ​​professions, and I don't dabble in every one of them."

"Then I'll do the butchering. You pick a cleaver and chop the ribs into pieces and throw them into the pot later."

"You sound like you're really good at this."

"I wouldn't say I'm particularly good at it," Yan Zhao said. "In the past, when someone in the village died unexpectedly and my grandmother was too busy to handle everything, I would occasionally help with the burial."

Although encoffining is encoffining and dissection is dissection, after dealing with corpses for a long time, there are always some commonalities, and you know where to start.

After she finished speaking, she decisively raised her knife and cut between the two chests of the corpse. Then she separated the fascia and cut downwards along the gaps between the bones, making no obstruction along the way.

Yi Zanglan smiled and praised, "That's a truly beautiful technique."

"I don't know why, but I feel really uncomfortable when you praise me."

"Hmm, so you prefer me to scold you."

"...Is that what you mean, you bastard?"

On the other side, Tang Yunxi was diligently peeling potatoes and eggplants.

She used to be a disabled heiress. Despite her strained family relationships, she didn't have to do any of the daily chores herself, and of course, she couldn't cook.

So she was serious, but she ended up cutting the ingredients into a mess, and she probably won't be able to cut vegetables much better later.

It's okay, the prison guards didn't require the finished product to look nice, as long as it's edible, it's fine.

She comforted herself with this thought and couldn't help but speed up.

Behind her, she heard the muffled thuds of sharp blades scraping against flesh; it was Yan Zhao dissecting the corpse, one cut after another, sending chills down her spine.

Perhaps a master is a master after all; what she can't adapt to, others have already mastered and taken for granted.

Many people on the forum look down on her, thinking that she got to where she is today through luck and that it's not honorable. Some even maliciously hope that she will suddenly die tragically in a certain level and be torn apart by ghosts.

She can't stop others from thinking what she wants, but sometimes she still feels anxious and lost when she realizes her own flaws and weaknesses.

Snapped!

A pile of entrails was suddenly thrown into an empty basin next to him, splashing blood and startling Tang Yunxi, who was lost in thought.

She turned around and saw Yi Zanglan wiping his hands with a rag. He turned his head and calmly looked at her.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Uh, I'm thinking..."

"You're wondering why others dare to dissect corpses, but you can't?"

"..."

Tang Yunxi felt as if she had been mentally X-rayed; she seemed to have no secrets from this woman.

She lowered her head and remained silent for a long time before muttering softly.

Do you also think I'm useless?

Yi Zanglan went back, took a whole bloody rib from Yan Zhao, threw it on the cutting board, and chopped it off cleanly with a single stroke.

"I never work with useless people," she said. "So if I choose someone, it must mean that the person has value."

"Then I..."

"Of course you have value too."

Her tone was flat and calm, not like she was comforting the other person, but simply stating a fact.

But it was precisely because of this that Tang Yunxi felt greatly encouraged.

Being insecure and trying to please others won't make them respect her, but by demonstrating her value, she'll always find good teammates.

She tossed the peeled potatoes and eggplants into the colander, washing them while cautiously glancing at Yi Zanglan out of the corner of her eye.

Ugh.

Anyone meeting her for the first time, facing such a beautiful and gentle face, like an ethereal goddess in a movie, would inevitably lower their guard, right?

After all, when she first watched the live stream, she never imagined that the other party would be such a complex and unpredictable ruthless character.

They just happened to become teammates, yet they were incredibly strong and reliable.

"Lanlan," Tang Yunxi asked tentatively, "Have you ever killed anyone?"

Yi Zanglan raised an eyebrow, as if she had heard an incredibly stupid question: "Didn't we just kill someone yesterday?"

"...Not yesterday, I mean, before."

Before entering the Doom Game, before being locked up in a mental hospital.

Yi Zanglan continued chopping meat without stopping or answering, but silently glanced at her, his expression noticeably colder.

The next second, Yan Zhao walked up from behind, carrying the rotting head of player number 8, and made a move to shove it into Tang Yunxi's arms.

"That's rude. I haven't even asked her about her personal life. Don't you know what boundaries are?"

"...Sorry, please take it away quickly!!!!"