The road to the fast-food restaurant was safe and very quiet; they didn’t encounter 173 at all.
But that doesn’t an it will always be safe. 173 is under Shu Ran’s control, and it might be waiting sowhere they’re headed. If they blink uncontrollably, they could be kicked out.
The fast-food restaurant was empty; the few people who were kicked out were probably still in the "zombie training class," so they entered easily.
During the first round of self-introduction, Cheng Zhirang ntioned that there’s a hidden surgery room here, but others only glanced at it from afar across the lobby and didn’t enter to check closely.
She didn’t know if anyone ca to search afterward, but they hadn’t checked it out.
The surgery room was in the storeroom inside the kitchen, a door behind a gray Japanese curtain.
When they entered, it was actually lit.
In this very realistic but power and water cut-off ruin, the light inside illuminated the surgical knives on the sidetable, making them gleam coldly.
It looked creepy.
They walked in one after another to see the simple surgical table, covered in a crumpled military green cloth with a blood-red old stain on it.
"What, what, what is this? ’Injustice on the Operating Table’?"
Zhao Yu asked in a low voice.
Mu Qiu swallowed, scanning the surroundings, and replied softly, "I think it’s ’Biochemical Experints at the Fast-food Restaurant,’ or ’A Chef’s Fall.’ Otherwise, it’s ’The Forbidden Love of Scissorhands Edhuai and the Sunny Chef You Can’t Miss.’"
Zhao Yu took a sharp breath: "Goodness, not a clue found yet, and you’ve already arranged this many story versions."
The show group intends for them to find clues, likely more toward letting Mu Qiu discover them. But perhaps they underestimated Mu Qiu’s story range.
That Scissorhands Edhuai and the Sunny Chef’s forbidden love... really shouldn’t broadcast.
Mu Qiu didn’t think her random story titles were detrintal to ntal health. She looked up at the light above the operating table and said, "This light—"
Zhao Yu cut in: "What’s wrong with this light? Hmm? This light has no wires?"
"Right, none. Could it be battery-powered?"
"Battery-powered for such a big light that stayed on nearly a whole day? What kind of battery is that durable?"
Mu Qiu was just about to answer when a gust of wind swept from behind.
It was already much less unbearably hot outside than it was earlier in the afternoon, but it wasn’t like it could bring cool air. She broke out in goosebumps and gripped Zhao Yu, saying:
"Let’s close the door; the breeze feels like a horror movie, as if sothing might suddenly erge from behind."
Zhao Yu, affected by her words, also got goosebumps. Behind Mu Qiu, she directly walked over and closed the door with a thud.
The mont the door closed, the large light imdiately went out. The far corner of the building was a surgery room with no sunlight streaming in, suddenly darkening.
At that mont, a thud sounded behind them, like sothing fell to the ground and rolled.
Couldn’t it be a head... could it?
Mu Qiu and Zhao Yu’s hearts drumd fiercely. Two seconds later, they scread, one running to the door and one to the middle, collided midway, and hugged each other, eyes shut, yelling desperately.
"Ahhhh, what the heck is that?!"
"Is it a head?! Is it a psycho doctor murder case?! Where did that head go?!"
"Stop saying that!!! Who said it’s a head! Stop making it sound so terrifying!"
"Jump up! I feel sothing about to touch my feet!!!"
"Jump, what jump?!"
Zhao Yu would never believe Mu Qiu’s tale of a head rolling, but when Mu Qiu scread about jumping, she... she did jump.
The two seed like they were performing a bizarre ballet, leaping while hugging each other and yelling as if the floor was hot.
"Bang—"
The photographer at the door opened the door, and light returned to the surgery room.
Mu Qiu cautiously opened one eye and t the gaze of the innocent photographer brother who had picked up the water cup that had rolled.
Mu Qiu: "...... Did that just fall?"
The photographer promptly frad the puzzled colleague in focus.
The photographer brother nodded with a silly smile.
Then the cara returned to Mu Qiu and Zhao Yu, capturing their shocked and twisted expressions seriously.
"...... Photographer brother, my soul flew away, and you tell it was just a cup that fell?"
They were scared to tears, okay?!
The photographer brother nodded again, seeming too shy to be in the shot, retreating behind the lens.
He stuck his head out: "The light turns on when the door is open and off when it’s closed."
Mu Qiu: Who cares about the door?! Is she even in the mood to concern herself over lights and doors now?!
With accusatory eyes toward the photographer, she wiped the tears from her eye corners, released Zhao Yu, and patted her chest.
"I was scared to death; I really thought the show group, for realism, would actually put a head here."
Zhao Yu was equally frightened, but thinking of their recent "hot-foot dance," she couldn’t help but laugh.
Dood, if the lens captured that ghostly stance clearly for all netizens to see, her office image...
It’s over.
"Should we still find clues?" Zhao Yu sighed, asking.
"I already have a conclusion." Mu Qiu replied with certainty.
Zhao Yu, still puzzled: "Hmm??? What conclusion? We haven’t found any clues yet; how’s there a conclusion?"
"I have two story versions; which one do you want to hear?"
"...... There can be two versions of the clues?" Although she felt it highly unreliable, she decided to listen, possibly finding so sense.
Mu Qiu pondered briefly and began: "The chef’s family had just recently married; his wife was pregnant, and the business at the fast-food restaurant was brisk, leaving the chef smiling daily.
However, what no one knew was, the chef’s wife had cheated with a man with green hair. He discovered it by chance at ho, and since then, he hadn’t been normal.
Doctor Huai was a quack famous in Lotus Street, preoccupied daily studying illegal experints rather than proper work. One day, the chef found Doctor Huai, offering to provide fresh animals daily and install a special operating room as conditions to have him work for him, plus he sent his pregnant wife here for checks and experints.
Unexpectedly, Doctor Huai missed guarding her for one mont over a bowl of instant noodles, letting her escape and run to the cheating object. The chef was enraged and harbored hatred toward everyone, especially his wife.
In the end tis, he was so angry he didn’t want to share food and resources with his wife, only wanting it for himself, only wanting to watch others perish."
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