Anbu looked at Jian Ningxuan: "Shall we go back?"
Wherever the oil cone passes, there will be dead bodies, and where there are dead bodies, there will be dead air.
Jian Ningxuan turned around and made a return gesture to the captain.
With a yell, the captain turned the bow and prepared to return.
Anbu packed his fishing gear, walked to the other side of the deck, raised his head inadvertently, fixed his eyes, and saw a faint dead air floating in the sea thirty or forty meters away. The dead breath has not dissipated, indicating that someone drowned there in the past two or three days, most likely fishermen who went fishing. Fishermen often go fishing for 40 to 50 days, and once they disappear, it means death, and even the dead body is difficult to find.
Anbu asked the captain: "Are there many fishing boats going out to sea recently?"
"Not many. As far as I know, there are only two or three long-distance ships in our area, and none of them have returned yet. The longest ship has been at sea for about 30 days." The captain replied casually.
Anbu didn't ask any more questions, but just memorized the coordinates of this area.
Two hours later, several people returned to the pier smoothly.
"Hey, what happened over there?" The captain saw a search and rescue ship parked on the shore not far away. The crew on the ship were busy and seemed to be preparing to go to sea.
"Old Zhao, you're back?" A fisherman shouted to the captain, "Have you heard? Ninth brother and his boat are missing."
"When did it happen?" the captain asked in surprise.
"The signal on the ship disappeared three days ago, and it is estimated that it has been missing for several days."
"Why didn't you get the news today?"
"Probably something happened in the middle. The search and rescue ship is ready to dispatch. I don't know if we can find it."
"Where did the signal disappear?"
The fisherman reported a coordinate and said, "We will also assist in the search and rescue later, are you going?"
"Go, I'll prepare."
Anbu heard the coordinates reported by the fishermen, which were about tens of nautical miles away from the location where she found the dead air, but she was not sure if there was the fishing boat they were looking for, so she didn't speak rashly.
After settling with the captain, Anbu and Jian Ningxuan left together.
The two had a meal of grilled fish at a seaside restaurant, and it was past eight o'clock when they returned home. An Bu brought back the oil cone fish, and sure enough, they planned to use it as an ingredient for today's dark dish.
Jian Ningxuan began to think about whether to go out to avoid the limelight.
At ten o'clock in the evening, the live broadcast started on time. The live broadcast room tonight was much more lively than yesterday, and the number of people increased from forty to over eighty.
Anbu changed her outfit again, with colorful oil paint on her face, her hair tied behind her back, a dahlia pinned to her ear, and a beach dress on her body, exuding a primitive and wild tropical style.
[Fuck, anchor, what's wrong with you? You were a facebook master yesterday, how do you become a hot girl today? !]
[Anchor, do you dare to show your face once!]
[Anchor, your outfit today makes me very hungry, please keep it up.]
Anbu: "Hi everyone, welcome to the live broadcast room of Dark Cuisine. I am the anchor 'Xiaohua'."
[I'm going, host, you clearly said yesterday that your name is "Xiao Hei"!]
[The anchor's name was chosen temporarily.]
[If you change your outfit, just change your name? Broadcaster, you are really fresh and refined.]
"Okay, let's not talk nonsense, I'm going to start cooking." An Bu grabbed a sea fish that looked like a snake from the water basin.
"This fish is called 'You Cone'. It has a fierce personality, tenacious vitality, and a mouthful of good teeth. Look." Anbu brought You Cone's head close to the camera. The two rows of fangs shone coldly, and his body was slippery. The long tail kept flicking.
[Ahhh, anchor, quickly take it farther away! I have a bad heart.]
[Holy shit, the baby is scared to death! Anchor, where did you find this anti-human species? !]
[Don't tell me it's the ingredient for tonight, I refuse!]
[Anchor, you are actually a master of women's clothing! I can't believe you're a woman! ! !]
Anbu: "Didn't you say yesterday that my dark cooking looks are not up to the mark? Tonight I will show you the real face value."
[Who said this sentence? Stand up for me!]
[Anchor, I was wrong! I still prefer the cooking style of yesterday.]
Anbu ignored their wailing, picked up the kitchen knife, and began to kill the fish with a murderous look. His movements were neat, like a seasoned veteran.
[I dare to say that with this skill alone, the anchor can become a tyrant in the vegetable market.]
[Seriously seconded.]
Anbu cleaned the fish, cut it into slices, put it in a small basin, added eggs, oil and cornstarch, then cut the ginger, garlic, and green onion into small pieces, turned on the fire, put the oil in the pan, and it was seven mature Add ginger and garlic and stir fry for a while, add water, salt and spicy fish ingredients to boil, then add fish fillets, when the water is half boiled, the fish meat is basically tasty, and the heat begins to evaporate. In the brown soup, the dark yellow fish was tumbling. Anbu put it on a plate, sprinkled it with cumin, poured a lot of hot sauce, and finally poured a layer of boiling hot oil, only heard Zila , a plate of red and brown intertwined fish fillets is made.
The soup is viscous, the fish is rotten, mixed with red chili sauce, and there are strange foams, which looks like a slimy swamp, and there may be a few clusters of will-o'-the-wisps in the next second.
An Bu introduced: "This dish is called 'Bloody Blood', everyone is welcome to taste it."
[I don't want to taste it at all! ! !]
[vomit...]
[Is it a demon spirit? Someone poisoned here late at night!]
[Anchor, you successfully made me lose my appetite.]
[Sure enough, this is the beauty of dark cuisine.]
[Holy shit, how can you tell me to look directly at the fish in the future? !]
An Bu continued: "Although the shape of the oil cone is a bit shabby, its meat is sticky and smooth, and it also has cosmetic effects. Friends who like to hunt novelties can try it."
[What, is there still a cosmetic effect?]
[As long as it tastes good, I can ignore its ugliness.]
[Close your eyes, just put it in your mouth, there is nothing to be afraid of.]
At this time, An Bu added: "By the way, there is one more thing that must be reminded. This kind of fish likes to eat dead and carrion, and is often regarded as an ominous thing by fishermen. Wherever it passes, there are usually dead bodies." .”
[! ! !]
[Fuck, I almost fell for the host's big trick! Anchor, do you dare to tell this matter first!]
[Sorry, as a senior foodie, I am ashamed. I express my inability to accept this kind of dark cuisine.]
[Through the screen, I can almost smell the rancid smell from this fish.]
[Okay, tonight's supper is saved. Anchor, you must be a shit sent by the weight loss god.]
An Bu: "How is it? Is the dark cuisine tonight qualified?"
[It's too damn qualified.]
[I present a sports car with all my body.]
[A cruiser, please accept.]
…
All kinds of rewards came to Anbu one after another, and the number of fans also rose to 265.
"Okay, that's it for tonight's live broadcast..." An Bu was about to end the live broadcast when someone stopped her loudly.
[Wait, host, did you forget something?]
[Yeah, what did you forget!]
An Bu: "What did you forget?"
[Try dishes! ! !]
[Where's your boyfriend with gastric ulcer? Wouldn't he try this domineering dark dish today?]
[Yeah, if you don't give it to your boyfriend, do you plan to eat it yourself? If this is the case, then we want to watch you eat fish live.]
[The shit I made myself, I have to lick it even on my knees!]
[Yes!]
Anbu looked up at Jian Ningxuan who had a black face.
[The anchor's boyfriend is really there, warrior, come on, use your steely stomach to conquer this fucking fish, brother is optimistic about you!]
[Enjoy to your heart's content, I will call you.]
[Anchor, prepare stomach medicine to avoid tragedy.]
Anbu picked up the pot of fish and said softly, "Honey, do you want to eat it?"
[Eat, eat, eat, you are not a man if you don't eat!]
At this time, a big hand appeared in the camera and took away the plate of bloody fish in An Bu's hand.
Everyone in the live broadcast room immediately climaxed, frantically swiping a wave of gifts for the brave and peerless boyfriend who has no "stomach".
"He's already eaten, and tonight's live broadcast has ended successfully. If I break up tomorrow, remember to pay attention to the recent news about drunken women making trouble in the vegetable market."
Anbu exited the live broadcast room amidst the sound of "hahaha", and saw Jian Ningxuan put the dinner plate on the table, with a look of disgust on his face that he didn't dare to look directly at.
"Haha, don't force it." Anbu said with a smile, "Leave your stomach alone."
However, Mr. Jian still decided to challenge his limit, picked up the chopsticks, carefully picked up a piece of fish, and slowly put it into his mouth.
emmm... hmm? Ok! ! !
Then, Anbu watched helplessly as the cat master's whole body shone with red and fiery light, as if bathed in the setting sun.
It seems... Like it a lot
An Bu lay on the table, looking at him with a smile, the same color reflected in his eyes.
After eleven o'clock in the evening, the cat owner cooked three more bowls of rice with the fish.
The promised weight loss was completely thrown away by him.
Anbu prepared hawthorn slices for him to digest, and then went for a walk in the garden with him, came back to take a bath, had another harmonious life movement, and the next day was a lively cat again.
Turning on the computer, Anbu paid attention to the news of sea search and rescue, but the missing fishing boat was not found.
Anbu thought about it for a while, and finally sent the coordinates anonymously to the captain's public contact number. Whether it was or not, it was necessary to confirm.
At this time, Jian Ningxuan walked into the room, and handed a piece of note paper to An Bu, on which was written in a flying style: What dark cooking are you going to do tonight
Anbu: "..."
Where is her aloof cat owner? Have you fallen into darkness like this without any moral integrity