My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

Chapter 156 Everything can be cooked
The morning sunlight shone warmly and softly into the room, hitting Rodney's face through the white gauze.

Through his eyelids, his hazy consciousness was illuminated.

He rolled over in the bed, buried his head in the shadows, and then opened his eyes.

This was his wife's way of waking him up, opening the thick beige curtains, leaving only the thin layer of white gauze.

No loud words needed, the sunshine would help her do the rest.

He was stunned for a few seconds and sat up. Then he closed his eyes and stretched a lot.

Today was the day for him to accept the spiritual enlightenment ceremony from the spiritual controller.

Rodney took a deep breath and let it out slowly. After doing this again and again, he quickly got up and washed up.

He wears a dark blue high-collared uniform, wearing high black riding boots, and the cowhide belt around his waist is inlaid with a row of shiny buttons.

When he came to the dining room, Tiffany had just prepared breakfast, honey toast, fried eggs, bacon and oatmeal.

Over the years, they have developed an amazing understanding.

"Good morning", the two hugged each other tightly.

Rodney picked up the knife and fork and looked at the slightly toasted black bread and the browned eggs. A slight burnt smell entered his nose.

It was obvious that the breakfast cook was not attentive enough.

Rodney finished his breakfast silently and quickly, habitually picked up the gun holster and slung it on his body, and hung a wooden baton on his right waist.

He said goodbye to his family as usual: "My dear, I won't be back tonight, see you tomorrow."

Tiffany suddenly hugged him tightly: "I love you."

Rodney understood his wife's worries. He smelled the lemongrass scent in his wife's hair:

"It will be fine. You forgot, I also brought the special potion given by Croun. However, if you use more force, I'm worried that these delicate bottles will not be able to withstand the deep love between us. My mind is broken with jealousy.”

Tiffany immediately relaxed her embrace and said, "You must be good. Remember, the children and I are waiting at home. We can't live without you."

"It will be fine."

The two separated and Rodney quickly walked out of the room.

When he walked onto the street, he turned around and saw his wife leaning against the window. He clenched his fists on his chest, nodded slightly and strode away.

After he reported to the patrol station, he was arranged to ride in a carriage with another person in the branch who had accepted the training program.

He watched the colleague opposite him rubbing his hands together, with a look of excitement and anxiety on his face.

"Johnny, relax."

"I can't relax at all," said Johnny, a handsome young man. "When I think about how I will have a different life soon or die in obscurity in the ceremony, my heart will beat fast. .Man, aren’t you worried that you might not make it?”

"I'm a little worried, but I believe that the power of love can overcome all difficulties. I still have my lover and children at home waiting for me to go back." Rodney patted his chest, where there were four potions lying quietly in his shirt pocket.

"Bullshit," Johnny sneered, how could reality be changed by human will.

After about an hour's journey, their carriage arrived at the Brotherhood.

Their information had already been submitted, and after their identities were verified, the two were arranged in a conference room to wait for the arrival of other people participating in the training program.

Those who participated in this elite training program were the best from each patrol police station. After waiting for more than ten minutes, everyone arrived one after another.

Then they started training.

The content of the training is to understand the spirit control, what to pay attention to during the spirit initiation ceremony, and how to adjust your own state and achieve a symbiotic state with the spirit control.
The training lasted until the evening, when the participants had a sumptuous dinner and were then taken individually into a small room.

"The door to the room will not be opened until tomorrow morning. I hope to see you again." The leader said something indifferent and pointed, and then closed the door.

Rodney discovered that there was no handle on the metal door, which meant it was impossible to open it from the inside.

The room was small and cramped, barely three to four square meters, and there were various strange black symbols and blood-red lines painted on the walls and the door.

There was only a small table with a candle lit on it, a fluorescent glass container and a few potions.

There is a starfish-like creature floating in the container, with thin blue lines on the skin of its arms and legs.

It is from these thin wires that fluorescence is emitted.

‘Is this what I want to be symbiotic with? What capabilities does it have? ’

There was a question mark in Rodney's heart. None of this knowledge was mentioned during the training. He understood that only those who wanted to know more were qualified to know.

He took a deep breath to calm down his nervous and expectant mood, then gritted his teeth and poured the potions on the table and the special potions he brought into his mouth.

The potions on the table were either bitter or disgusting, and he almost vomited when he drank them.

Fortunately, the potion he brought did not have such a disgusting taste at all. The silver potion was sweet and refreshing, and the golden potion felt like a warm flow of heat emanating from the stomach after taking it.

Rodney opened the container as he was trained to do and grabbed the starfish in his hand. Next, it’s time to accept your fate.

His originally calm mood immediately became anxious again.

Time seemed to pass very slowly. He could feel his heartbeat and heavy breathing, and even feel the sound of blood flowing through his body.

One of the arms and legs of the motionless starfish suddenly moved, and the fluorescence emitted by the blue thin lines on its body became even brighter.

Water mist evaporated from the starfish's body, coldness spread from his palms to his body, and the temperature in the room began to drop.

The water mist began to twist, and Rodney felt that there was wind swirling in the quiet and airtight room, and a faint stench filled the air.

Immediately afterwards, a pale white flame lit up on the starfish, and the inside of the flame was light blue. It blended into the palm of his hand like a slowly sinking ship.

"Ha ha."

The distant laughter echoed in the room.

The sound was pervasive and penetrated into his mind.

Rodney saw that his blood vessels were exposed on his skin, forming strange lines, and his whole body began to feel cold.

With the blood-curdling wailing echoing in his mind, Rodney saw several more twisted tentacle shadows on the walls of the room.

Cold sweat broke out down his spine, and goosebumps formed on the skin of his arms.

The tentacles waved wildly, and the candle's fireworks rushed to the roof and burned out in an instant.

The room fell into darkness.

"Haha. Now, you are mine."

An eerie murmur sounded in his ears, the feeling on the back of his neck was as if someone was blowing gently, and the sound of footsteps kept coming around his body.

His scalp was numb and his arms were shaking slightly.

"I'm fucking crazy to be a part of this plan!"

For a moment, Rodney felt a twinge of regret. At this time, he heard excited shouts coming from his ears.

It was about to begin, and he knew the real test was coming.

He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and prepared to face the difficult battle.

The knowledge of the training told him that he would need to go through several hours of struggle before he could combine the power of his mind with the spiritual power of controlling the spirit, open up a space of consciousness, and gain the ability to use the power of controlling the spirit.

He swallowed hard and closed his wide eyes.

A cool feeling burst out of his mind, and Rodney suddenly felt the footsteps in the room disappear.

There were waves of wailing in his mind, and this time it was no longer an eerie wailing, but rather like the scream of a wild animal when it was seriously injured.

He felt that he had arrived in a spherical space. There was soft light in the space, and there was boundless darkness outside the space.

He saw a starfish-like monster rolling crazily in a golden flame, with black smoke burning from its body.

What he didn't know was that there was also a golden light rising in the room. The light came from his body, and black smoke kept flying out of his pores and burning in the golden light.

In the spherical space, as the burning continued, the starfish's body became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into something like a light blue five-pointed star, with occasional blue flames rising from it.

At this time, the black smoke no longer appeared in Rodney's pores, and the golden light also disappeared.

The room fell into darkness again.

Rodney's consciousness touched the blue five-pointed star, and an inexplicable realization rose in his heart. He understood his role in controlling spirits.

His consciousness exited the conscious space, and he felt that the temperature in the room was no longer so cold, and his body felt warm and comfortable.

He stretched out his finger, and a blue ice flame rose, and the temperature in the room began to drop again.

That's it? ! Rodney Qiya, becoming a spirit master is too easy, right? !

After confirming to participate in the training program, he signed a life and death certificate, and he was already prepared for the worst.

Although Crown vowed that the risk could be reduced to zero, he only took it as words of comfort to himself.

In his heart, I am afraid that only gods can do this kind of thing!

But now, what he had just experienced made him understand that maybe what the other party said was true.

As soon as he felt the terror of being possessed by an evil spirit, it was all over. If the official had this ability, how could they be so boring and do so much useless work.

As a detective, Rodney has a strong logical mind. He knows that tomorrow morning he can check how many of the experimenters who participated in the plan are still alive, and he can determine whether his brother-in-law's medicine is working.

After thinking about this, he put all his thoughts aside and began to test the abilities he had now obtained.

He is like a child who gets a novel toy and enjoys developing ways to use it until he is exhausted and falls asleep.

In the corridor outside the rooms of this group of experimenters, warlocks would walk around holding documents every once in a while.

There will be banging sounds from the doors of many rooms.

The warlocks nodded secretly. At this time, most of the experimenters had already taken the potion and began to be possessed by evil spirits.

There was movement inside, indicating that the experimenter was fighting for the body with evil spirits. There was a dead silence in those rooms, and there was a high probability that the experiment failed. . . . .

While Rodney was taking the potion and talisman water, Crown was playing with a bass, and there were two more in the basin at his feet.

This is a rare item. Del bought it specially for Janice to try after he paid his salary. It is said that one piece was sold for two gold shields, and the father bought three pieces at once.

The fish in the Rhine River are currently not edible. They are raised in artificial lakes in parks in the city.

After the gray fog fell, the management department cut off all the waterways connecting the park to the Rhine River, so that the city would have the sacred fire shining at night and the gray fog would not be able to directly penetrate the water body.

Crown squeezed fresh lemon juice and set aside, then added an appropriate amount of olive oil to the pan, added the processed whole seabass and stir-fried until both sides were golden brown. Finally, pour lemon juice, salt, black pepper and other seasonings into the pot and stir-fry evenly.

A faint fragrance filled the air. He took a deep breath and put the fish on the plate.

Suddenly, a sense of joy arose in his heart, and he felt a stronger fragrance spreading in his nose.

He could smell the freshness and sourness of lemon, and the aroma and spiciness of black pepper.
He couldn't help but pause for a moment, then quickly returned to normal and put the pan back on the stove.

A touch of gold emerged from his eyes, and the line of blue writing on the far right was so conspicuous.

[Cooking: Extreme] (This is not only a craft, but also an art. The dishes you cook will make the people who eat them more enjoyable, but not just enjoyment. You can always find a way to cook anything.

Special effect 1: Super sense of smell. You are more sensitive to smells than even dogs;
Special effect 2: Super taste. Your control over the taste of food has reached a new level, and you can analyze the ingredients of things through tasting. )
After checking it over, Kroun grinned. The plug-in was still so venomous.

He stared at the words 'not just enjoyment' again and again, thoughtfully.

"Del, take this fish out first."

Torres ran in: "I'll serve it."

Crown began working quickly on the second bass.

Remove the scales and internal organs, rinse with clean water, stuff the fish belly with green onion and ginger slices, and marinate for a while with sugar, salt, lemon juice and wine.

Then use the simplest method - steaming.

The fire was heating the water, and he smelled the smell coming from the pot.

At this time, he had an intuition. He could tell whether the fish was steamed by smelling it.

When he smelled the fish was completely cooked, he immediately put it in the pot. At this time, the fish was just cooked.

Put shredded green onions on the fish body, drizzle with a layer of steamed fish soy sauce, and he releases flame breath.

One of the benefits of running this breathing method is that you are not afraid of the high temperature on the porcelain plate just out of the steamer.

Crown brought the steamed seabass to the table. He looked at Janice, who was already sitting at the table with her napkin around her eyes and stared at the plate, and smiled: "Okay, let's get started."

He first forked a piece of steamed sea bass and tasted it carefully.

Not only him, but also everyone around the table had this plate of fish as their first priority.

Fresh, fragrant, mellow and an indescribable taste spreads in the mouth.

. . . .

There were no leftovers on the table. Torres wiped the soup from his mouth and sighed:
"I feel that your cooking skills have improved again, especially the last dish, which is extremely delicious."

Janice kept nodding her head like a chicken pecking at rice: "Yes, it's so delicious. I bit my tongue several times."

"It turns out it's not just me who bit my tongue," Del said with a smile, gently scratching the girl's nose.

You can just snicker. Kroun stood up and said, "Take care of things. Go to bed early tonight. Be careful when you go on a mission tomorrow."

Back in his room, he still didn't feel the meaning of "more than just enjoyment".

He shook his head and took out a golden spirit coin to absorb the spirit essence to replenish the spirit-controlling power of the Fire Cube.

When he was at the Security Bureau in the afternoon, more than half of the power of the Fire Cube had been consumed by him.

The reason why he has not exhausted all his cards is because he feels that he must have enough trump cards at any time and at any time.

In the future, unless there is a desperate situation in battle, he will also reserve some physical strength or spiritual power during training to deal with emergencies.

After all the spiritual essence in the golden spirit coin was drained, Kroun began to mobilize the Fire Cube and picked up a fine iron ingot to release his gold-devouring ability.

When he came back from get off work, he bought another five hundred pounds of refined iron ingots. If you have money, you should use it. Every extra bit of strength will increase a person's confidence.

Boss Qiaxi of the blacksmith shop happily slapped his chest and told him that he would fill the empty space in the warehouse with fine iron ingots in the future.

The essence of the iron ingot would be drained out quickly, but Croun did not immediately throw away the dregs and replace it with another iron ingot.

He was very sensitive to the passage of time. He felt that this time he devoured the iron essence four or five seconds faster than when he finished devouring it yesterday.

Although his proficiency in the spirit control technique has improved this afternoon, according to his experience, the time it takes to swallow the essence of a fine iron ingot will only be reduced by about one second.

The swallowing speed was so fast for three or four seconds, which must be caused by other factors.

Is it the function of cooking food?

When Kroun thought of this, he immediately threw away the scrap in his hand, picked up a fine iron ingot again, and unleashed his gold-devouring ability.

After 7 minutes, he stopped what he was doing. The time it took him to swallow the iron essence in the next few iron ingots was four seconds longer than before.

If you are a spirit master, this phenomenon may be normal, after all, people's status will have ups and downs.

But for him, this phenomenon is very abnormal. The existence of the golden wall makes the fluctuations in his state very small. It is impossible for the essence of swallowing a fine iron ingot to have such a huge gap of four seconds.

It was very simple to verify his guess. Crown immediately got up and went to the kitchen, where he also cooked the last seabass that was going to be cooked for breakfast. It was also steamed.

After steaming, he quickly destroyed the bass without burning his mouth.

Afterwards, he returned to the room, picked up the fine iron ingot and continued to release gold.

The time taken this time was once again four seconds shorter than before.

There is no skill that can be practiced in vain. Crown grinned and continued to work hard to release his abilities.

This time, the effect on the bass lasted half an hour. When the effect wore off, he went to the kitchen again and cooked a red wine osso buco.

While the food was cooking on a low fire and waiting, he did not stop swallowing the iron essence.

After the food was cooked, Kroun slowly finished it while appreciating the taste.

After that, the time it took him to swallow the essence of an iron ingot was reduced again, but only by about two seconds.

It should be that different foods have different 'special effects', he thought.

This time he completely verified his guess. He stopped cooking food and focused on devouring the iron essence.

. . . .

The next day.

While being sent to school by her father, Janice complained that her fish had been eaten.
Crown apologized somewhat sheepishly, claiming it was for an experiment, and promised to make her two sea bass as compensation in the future before coaxing the little girl away.

At eight o'clock in the morning, when the three of them entered the team lounge of the Security Bureau, Nick and Jason were already studying the files, and there was a map spread out on the coffee table.

After seeing a few people, the priest cleared his throat and said, "Everyone is here, let me tell you about this mission."

"Yorktown was once a remote suburb of the Rhine City. Due to the influx of a large number of immigrants, it has become a densely populated place."

Nick drew a small circle on the map: "Recently, about half a month ago, the problem of missing persons began to appear in Yorktown. Some people stayed at home and disappeared without a trace the next day."

"Three days ago, a strange case occurred. An old lady disappeared in her well-sealed house, but the door was locked from the room. She seemed to have disappeared from the world."

"I received the latest information this morning. Several patrol officers who entered the investigation yesterday afternoon are also missing. Currently, three extraordinary people are dead. The Patrol Headquarters has determined that it is a supernatural incident."

"His Excellency the Director ordered our team to set off today."

He put the file on the table: "On the way, the three of you will read the basic information."

Torres asked: "Are we going to investigate all disappearances? If that's the case, we need to be assigned more people."

As someone who has spent a few days in the patrol team, he understands the complexity of such cases.

Most of the time, the difficulty in the case itself is determining who the murderer is.

"The patrol members there will be at our disposal," Nick stood up. "Go to the logistics office to collect combat supplies, and then set off immediately."

Jason asked: "How to get to Yorktown? It's quite far away from here, not closer than Bran Castle."

Nick exhaled: "Let's ride a horse. Is there anyone among us who can drive a steam locomotive?!"

The team is all members of the Church, and only two of them currently use firearms. Driving a steam locomotive is like a legendary skill to them.

"I can give it a try," Crown raised his hand, "I've seen Lucas drive, and it doesn't seem to be difficult."

He felt that if he rode to his destination, he wouldn't have time to do anything else, so he volunteered to try out what it would be like to drive a steam locomotive.

"Are you sure? It's best if you can drive. Others can rest in the car."

"Try it first." As a man who had driven a galloping horse agricultural tricycle in his previous life, it was true. "If it doesn't work, we can ride on horseback. It won't delay much time."

Before traveling through time, although I didn’t have a car, I still took a driver’s license test. After all, having a driver’s license without a car can provide some extra income.

"Okay," Nick agreed.

Several people received the individual combat supplies from the logistics department. The priest applied for the use of the steam locomotive and got the car key.

"Now, the pressure is on you", Nick threw out the key, "Locomotive No. S7-12."

Crown stretched out his hand to grab the key and said with a smile: "There is no pressure, the worst outcome is that we go horse riding."

He had observed Lucas driving, and it was indeed not difficult from starting the car to starting to drive.

The team arrived at the second underground floor, and Crown threw his backpack directly into the cab of the steam locomotive.

After groping for a while, the locomotive started.

Boom.
(End of this chapter)