OBS Chapter 2802: Weird Feast Nightmare ()
Chapter 2802: Weird Feast Nightmare ()
Chapter 2802: Strange Feast Nightmare ()
As the red candlelight flickered, an inexplicable force spread in the restaurant. Jerome raised his eyes suddenly, and he keenly felt that there was something different about Dr. Soship.
The chef's eyes also became deeper. He could see more. The soul of the person in front of him was completely different. It was him, but not him.
Is this his true face? Is this the owner of the head lying on the plate? What will he do?
In the solemn atmosphere and amidst everyone's surprised gazes, Schiller sat down, tied his napkin around himself with his fingers flying, picked up the knife and fork and began to taste the food in front of him.
He ate very gracefully, without any sense of hurry, but very quickly. Before anyone else could react, he had finished the entire plate of food.
Then he wiped his mouth gently with his napkin and rang the service bell with his fingers.
Ding!
The same sound as the elevator echoed in the restaurant.
The first waiter standing in front of the window immediately came up to him in a polite manner. Schiller said in a low and slow voice: "I am not full. Please give me another serving of food."
The waiter nodded immediately and walked towards the kitchen. Soon another serving of cold dishes was brought up. Schiller finished his meal quickly in the same manner as before and rang the service bell again.
This time it was the second person who walked up to Schiller in a manner almost identical to the previous one and asked the same question, and Schiller gave the same answer.
Then came the third, the fourth, and the fifth.
Schiller's stomach seemed like a bottomless pit. No matter how many dishes were served, they would disappear in his mouth at the fastest speed. Then he would quickly ring the service bell to order another one. He ordered more than ten dishes in a row, but he did not show any sign of being full.
Although hunger is terrible, it is also uncomfortable to continue eating after being full. Just like it is impossible to disguise one’s hunger, most people cannot disguise that they are full.
But Schiller's huge appetite for food did not seem like something he could pretend. Everyone could see that he was not only not full, but also very hungry.
A silver-haired old man cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention. He said, "The list for this round has been announced. We have to think about what to do for the next round."
"He wants to kill us all!" a woman screamed, still staring at Schiller, wanting to teach him a lesson.
The old man showed an impatient expression, but still said: "If you kill him now, he won't even be counted as one of the eliminated people. It's meaningless."
"But he has the answer." Another person said: "He did such a wrong thing, he should pay the price for it, let him tell the answer!"
The problem returns to the starting point. If Schiller is forced to give the answer, the person with better memory will still win. Even if he says one sentence and others remember it, and everyone's answer is the same, perhaps everyone will be eliminated.
Even if this is not the case, the chef can still pick out those with ugly handwriting or incorrect punctuation. This is completely meaningless involution, and no one can be sure that the things they are not good at will not become the criteria for elimination.
This elimination game requires differences, not correctness. If everyone writes badly, you have to pick out the 20 worst ones. If everyone writes well, you have to pick out the relatively poor ones. In a situation where some people are bound to die, widening the gap between yourself and others is the only way to survive.
Having Schiller publish the answer obviously wouldn't make a difference unless he only published the answer to a certain group of people, which would be almost impossible since they are all in the same space now.
What makes this rule even more desperate is that outside of the rules, those who are eliminated are not counted towards the elimination round quota, so even if they kill 20 people before the start of this round, they will still have 20 more deaths when the time is up.
Then killing people like this would be meaningless. Not only that, but you have to save as many lives as possible, because the more people there are, the lower the probability of you being in the bottom 20.
At this time, the chef announced the rules for the third round, and 30 people would be eliminated in this round.
Everyone collapsed because there were only about fifty people left in the entire restaurant. It was no longer just a minority who needed to be eliminated, but the majority.
At this point, someone couldn't help it anymore. He rushed to Schiller's side, reaching out to grab Schiller and saying, "Tell me the answer, you bastard, tell me what that guy said?! What's the story of the soup?!"
Although the others laughed at his recklessness in their hearts, they were also a little curious. Would Schiller tell the answer under his pressure? If everyone knew the answer, would the chef continue the game?
But the man didn't catch Schiller.
He had just rushed halfway when the waiter closest to him came over, pinned him to the ground, and stabbed him in the chest. The other waiters carried him away.
The others looked at the chef's disdainful gaze and knew that he did not want things to develop this way, so they could only give up the idea, sit back in their seats, and start thinking about the story about the soup.
At this stage, most people were desperate and exhausted. Some were scratching their heads, while others had lifeless eyes. The only sound in the entire restaurant was the sound of Schiller's cutlery hitting the plates.
Jerome kept staring at the burning red candle, but the table was too big and he couldn't touch the candle without leaving his seat, so he could only stare at it.
Although the chef was watching everyone scratching their heads in embarrassment, he would glance at Schiller from time to time. Unfortunately, Schiller was eating the whole time, as if the entire outside world had nothing to do with him.
Many people finished writing the story about Tang with their heads down. Those who were slightly confident did not look happy at all, because it was obvious that they did not remember all the next few questions. It was just the difference between dying early and dying late.
But just as all the papers were being handed in, an accident occurred again. Suddenly, a skinny man snatched the note from the woman's hand who was not far away from him like a madman and tore it to pieces, then laughed wildly.
The woman obviously didn't react for a moment. After she realized what had just happened to her, she immediately collapsed and screamed. She picked up the fork and wanted to kill the man, but the person next to her held her tightly.
At this point in time, there is no point in killing the man in this way. It will only give them one less scapegoat.
But the man's action also reminded everyone present that if they wanted to create differences, they could also solve the problem physically. As long as they artificially destroyed the answers written by the other party, they would be doomed to be eliminated.
It seemed that the chef had no intention of stopping them, and many people immediately started to think about it. Now more than half of the answers had not been collected yet. If they could protect their own answers and destroy others', they might be able to successfully pass this stage of eliminating more than half of the people.
Some people immediately took action. They first put the notes in their hands into the innermost pocket of their clothes, then grabbed knives and forks and started attacking others.
In this phase, the young and strong naturally have the upper hand, while the older and obviously weaker ones are in trouble, and everyone's eyes are on them.
In fact, there are not many weak people who can live to the present day. Most of the rich people take good care of themselves, so everyone basically looks at age. After all, human aging is irreversible, and the older you are, the easier it is to bully.
The young people teamed up to capture the elderly first. They did not kill them, but they snatched the notes from their hands. Some of the more cruel ones simply chopped off their fingers so that they could no longer write and had no chance of redemption.
But there were not so many elderly people. After dealing with all of them, there were only a dozen people left, which meant that a dozen more people had to be eliminated. Everyone turned their attention to each other.
At this time, someone stared at Schiller.
Schiller was still eating.
He was like a completely insatiable glutton. All the waiters standing in a row in front of the window had already taken their turn, but he was still enjoying the food, and he couldn't wait and was extremely hungry.
A tall, strong, red-haired man aimed at him. His table was very close to Schiller, and Schiller seemed to be defenseless. The note was placed casually next to him, and Schiller was busy eating and didn't even look at it.
Therefore, as long as he rushed over as quickly as possible to grab the note, he would definitely leave Schiller with no answers to hand in. This way, he could completely eliminate a person who would definitely win in the next few rounds, and also free up a survival spot for himself.
The red-haired man moved.
He hunched his body and rushed towards the table where Schiller was like a cheetah. And just as he hoped, he touched the note as soon as he stretched out his arm.
At this moment, he was almost ecstatic, because before taking action, he thought of another possibility.
If he successfully gets the note, he can actually secretly take a look at the contents of the note before destroying it, and then add some to the note in his hand. In this way, he will have an advantage that others do not have, successfully creating a difference between himself and others, thereby ensuring that he can survive this round of the game.
Thinking of this, the red-haired man couldn't wait to pull his hand back, but he hadn't even stood firmly yet, and his elbow hit Schiller's arm in such a hurry.
The knife and fork need to be held with both hands. When Schiller was touched, the fork in his hand fell directly onto the table.
At this moment, the waiter closest to the place moved. He came to Schiller's side almost instantly at a speed that no one could see clearly. He picked up the red-haired man by the neck like a chicken, and with a click, his neck was broken.
While he was attacking Schiller, other people were also paying attention to the situation here. They were actually also interested in the answer in Schiller's hand, but because they were far away, they could not be faster than this man, so they gave up.
When this abnormality occurred, everyone was angry at the chef but dared not say anything. Why was this man named Sosip so special? Why didn't the chef let others kill him?
But most people are angry but dare not speak out. After all, the answers are selected based on real names. If you make the chef angry now, he might deliberately make you one of the eliminated people later. Then you will have no place to cry.
Everyone handed in their answers one after another. The chef took all the papers and went to the kitchen. After a while, he came out again. It was time to announce the elimination list.
A dozen more people died.