I'm a chef in Infinity Thriller

Chapter 67 Food Town 7
Everything around was like a silent film, even the sound of her footsteps was eaten away by the long street.

This long street looked familiar to her. This is the road in the South District. At this moment, she is on the south side of Fountain Square.A player on the bench was dozing off on the back of the chair. Originally, he probably wanted to take a rest.

Feeling sleepy for some reason, he closed his eyes, the monster walked over, and the oil lamp in his hand made a "cracking" sound, and Qiu Li, who was following behind him, saw the player melting, and at the same time, the oil lamp in the oil lamp The oil rose one notch.

In the cold wind of the night, there was no one on the bench, a set of clothes was blown by the wind and flew away, leaving only a pair of shoes on the ground.

The monster glanced at the oil lamp, and seemed to be dissatisfied, and continued to walk forward slowly. It seemed that the speed was very slow, but the scenery on both sides flashed back quickly, blurring like a phantom.

It didn't take long for Qiuli to see the gravel road under her feet. This was the road leading to Room E. The monster stopped and slowed down.

Crossing the dark street, she finally saw the whole picture of Room E clearly.

This place is similar to the slums in every city. Low concrete houses appear irregularly, and there is a small one-story house near the outer end. There is a dilapidated signboard hanging on the gate: South District House No. [-].

The lobby at the front desk was empty, and a clock was hung in a conspicuous place, and it was already a quarter past eleven at night.

There is a large line written on the wall: no entry and exit at midnight.

Before this point, there was no one there.

Qiuli secretly rejoiced that she was not greedy for cheap last night and chose to stay here.

The monster let out a mouthful of mist, and the picture in front of him suddenly trembled. Qiuli saw the wall clock spinning rapidly, and it was 12 o'clock.

As if starting a new day, all the sounds returned in an instant, Qiu Li listened to the sounds around her, as if waking up from a dream, it was unreal.

The monster raised the oil lamp and walked towards the second concrete house.

In front of the cement house lay a spying middle-aged uncle, and there was the sound of rushing water inside the house.

Qiuli was speechless.

A smile appeared on the corner of the monster's mouth, the wick exploded, and the uncle was already melting.Qiuli stared at this repeated scene, only feeling shuddering.

She didn't understand why the monster made her follow.

Qiuli, who was in a restless mood, could only watch what was happening in front of her.

The oil in the oil lamp went up again, "Enough." A consciousness entered Qiuli's mind.

The monster gave her a regretful look, and carried the oil lamp into the darkness.

The monster's look made her inexplicably relieved.

If there weren't enough monsters, she felt that there was a high probability that what happened to the middle-aged man would become what happened to her.

The monster left, and she regained control of her body.

At this time, the door of the concrete room was suddenly opened, the sound of bathing stopped, the lights were turned off, and the room was silent.

Qiuli took a quick step back, and summoned the "Feng Deng" at the first time. Emboldened by the wind lamp, she mustered up the courage to approach the door, and took a look inside. The room was empty, with one or two old pieces of furniture piled up in the corner. It was empty.

Qiuli turned around and ran, ran to the door of the shop sign of Room E, spotted the right direction and ran in the direction of "Room D".

The gravel road is very rough, and she decided to buy a pair of high-end sneakers tomorrow while she was running. No matter how expensive it is, she has to buy it. Every day, it’s a waste of shoes!
Finally, before 12:30, she stepped into "Room D in the South District".

Looking at the familiar dim hotel lobby, she almost shed tears.

No one was seen in the hall, the receptionist should still be sleeping behind the counter, she quickly ran to the corridor.

As soon as he stepped on it, a marble rolled down from the top, and a child's head poked out from the corner of the second floor. He stared at Qiuli with obviously more white eyeballs than black eyeballs, and a strange voice sounded: "Sister, Play games with me?"

As soon as Qiuli heard the word "playing games", for some reason, she was furious. This night, since the beginning of playing games, she has not stopped tossing.

After finally returning to the hotel, I met this kid again!

She angrily picked up the marbles and was about to throw them back when suddenly, she looked at the few lines of words that appeared next to the marbles and paused her hands.

[Lost Pinball Boy:

He is the player's illegitimate son, born in a small town and died in a small town. He doesn't know who he is. The marble is his only friend. As long as you hold the marble in your hand, you can choose to be his good friend. Just ignore him, or even be afraid of him, only you pick up the marbles and prepare to return them to him. 】

Her expression was complicated, and her anger gradually dissipated.

She went up to the second floor, returned the marbles to him at the corner, touched his messy short hair, "Go to bed early, my sister is also tired, play marbles with you another day, good night."

After she finished speaking, she continued to go upstairs, and the boy behind her tilted his head and stared at her as she went further and further away.

Back in the familiar room, the clothes that were hung to dry last night were already dry. Qiuli took a shower and changed her clothes. Only then did she feel that she had returned to her soul. She sterilized the wound on her face with alcohol in front of the mirror. Deep, it's just a pity that "Pinch Face Mask" died gloriously.

Lying on the bed, she recounted what happened today. Her face was pinched, and the reason why the other party knew her was definitely not because of her face.

She took out the "intermediate puppet" from the game backpack and transferred it to the "carry food box".

Think about it, if the game backpack can be seen through by certain props?Then it will not be safe to put those props of oneself in it.

She simply transferred all the props in the game backpack to the "carry food box". Anyway, it has been upgraded and has a lot more space.

She wasn't sure how long the other party had been staring at her, and hoped that her Malatang shop business would not be involved.

Sighing, she turned off the light, turned over, and fell asleep in a daze.

It was extremely quiet upstairs tonight, so she finally got a good night's sleep.

Waking up at 6 o'clock, she slept for another hour for the first time before getting up.

After washing, breakfast will be settled in the room.Sitting on the small chair by the window again, he began to look through the "junior player forum".

The interface of the forum is very simple, which is divided into four main sections: irrigation area, technical exchange area, props exchange area, and dungeon help area.

The most lively is the irrigation area.

In one of the posts made by a person named "Handsome Navigator", she found a recommendation from her own small shop.

Host: Today I ate a super delicious Mala Tang. The bosses are two beauties. I heard that the sesame sauce and chili oil are made by the little boss himself, so delicious!I'm going to eat tomorrow, anyone want to meet?
Second floor: Reply to the host, is it the one with cherry blossom trees?
The third floor: Reply to the second floor, it must be this place, the only one in this snack and gourmet town like Malatang;
Fourth Floor: I was told that I am hungry, I am going to try...

The corners of Qiuli's mouth turned upwards. The progress bar of her chef skill "Gourmet Halo" has been stuck at 20% since this post was upvoted. It started to loosen and the data is slowly increasing. This skill point has saved her several times. .

She's looking forward to what it will look like after the upgrade.

After tidying up, she put her hands in her pockets and walked out of the room. Coincidentally, brother Chen was walking towards the corridor in the corridor, and when she heard the movement, she turned her head and looked over.

Qiu Li couldn't avoid it, the two looked at each other, Brother Chen frowned, and couldn't hide the surprise on his face, "Damn it, why is it you, we are really destined!"

Qiuli smiled embarrassingly: "Going out?"

"That's right, let's go, I'll take you to eat something delicious!" Brother Chen obviously knew him very well.

"What to eat?"

"Ma La Tang."

Qiuli: ...

(End of this chapter)