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Chapter 36: Hungry Hotel (4)

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In the evening, everyone sat at the dining table, looking embarrassed.

Just like yesterday, the chef came over dragging the dining cart, smirking foolishly, and threw the greasy dinner plate on the table.

Today it is still full of meat, and the smell is fishy and oily, making people who smell it just want to vomit.

Thinking of the human flesh they saw in the kitchen during the day, everyone's expressions became more and more embarrassing. They just stared at the meat in front of them, and no one made a move.

But the chef didn't care about this, he grabbed the old lady closest to him, pointed to the plate in front of her, and said bluntly: "Eat!"

The old lady's hands trembled, and she fiddled with the Buddhist beads on her wrist helplessly. She was so frightened that she couldn't even finish the Buddhist mantra: "Ah, Amitabha..."

The chef didn't understand her Buddha's name, but he was unhappy that no one appreciates his cooking skills, so he slammed the table: "Eat!"

The old couple wanted to cry but had no tears: "We have believed in Buddhism and been vegetarian for many years, and we really can't eat meat..."

The chef didn't speak anymore, but approached the two of them silently with a gloomy face.

The old man and the old lady were frightened, afraid that the chef would draw out the kitchen knife and chop them off in the next moment, so they dared not resist anymore, with tears in their eyes, tremblingly picked up the meat in front of a chopstick, and sent it into the mouth tremblingly middle.

"Amitabha..." The old lady was still thinking about the Buddha's name, but her whole body was shaking and she couldn't go on.

After forcing the old couple to eat a whole plate of meat, the chef was in a good mood immediately, ignored the other people present, and finally pushed the dining car back mercifully.

Before leaving, he stared at the crowd with bloodshot eyes, chuckled and said, "Wait a minute, I'll collect the rent."

As soon as these words came out, the black-faced man and the glasses girl froze immediately.

After confirming that the chef had really left, most of the people quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and returned to the room on the second floor like wandering spirits.

It's just that when the glasses girl was about to go up, the black-faced man quietly tugged at her sleeve, and whispered: "Don't go, I found two more tongues in the kitchen just now, after the others leave, we Take two."

The glasses girl was immediately overjoyed: "Have you found the rent for tonight? Husband, you are awesome!"

Seeing his girlfriend who simply trusted him, although the black-faced man was also smiling, there was a hint of complexity in his eyes.

However, this complicated expression was quickly replaced by a vicious look.

Things have come to this point, there is no other way.

He doesn't want to die!

Seeing that everyone else had left, the two slipped into the kitchen one after the other.

The kitchen was still messy, the glasses girl tiptoed, looked up and down, left and right, looked around and asked, "Honey, where is the tongue?"

With a gloomy face, the black-faced man pulled out a sharp kitchen knife from the chopping board, and suddenly grabbed his girlfriend's long hair: "Here it is!"

"husband?!"

The glasses girl staggered from being dragged, her scalp ached, she hurriedly covered her head with both hands, and exclaimed in disbelief, "What are you doing?"

A trace of unbearableness flashed in the eyes of the black-faced man, but his movements did not stop at all, he just said, "I'm sorry, but I don't want to die here."

"But if we can't pay the rent tonight, we will only die."

The glasses girl's pupils widened suddenly, and she instantly understood what he meant, and then she began to struggle desperately, crying, "Help—"

The black-faced man frowned, punched her hard in the face, knocked her glasses away, and then grabbed her neck.

In terms of strength, the glasses girl is not his opponent at all.

"I'm sorry, I love you." The black-faced man said affectionately, "I know, you love me the most too! Now for my life, can't you make a little sacrifice?"

"Don't worry! As long as the two of us survive, even if you don't have a tongue and are dumb, I will marry you!"

"You fart!"

The vision was blurred, and the glasses girl was almost suffocated, but she still managed to utter a dirty word from her throat: "I can't survive at all, you want me to die..."

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she complained almost sadly: "I should have listened to my parents and stayed away from a man like you. I must have been blind to fall in love with you regardless!"

Hearing her powerless scolding, as if seeing a small animal struggling to die, the black-faced man shrugged indifferently, grabbed her by the neck, and threw her onto the chopping board. With the other hand holding the knife, Slowly approaching.

At this desperate moment, the glasses girl still tried to break free, her two hands frantically scratched the chopping board, and accidentally caught a cold blade.

Without even thinking about it, she grabbed the handle of the knife and stabbed fiercely in front of her.

He never expected that the cornered rabbit could bite people. The black-faced man was careless for a moment, only to feel a sudden chill in his waist and abdomen, and then a burst of severe pain swept over him, and he was stabbed unprepared .

Half of the knife blade penetrated his abdomen, and he gasped in pain, let go of the glasses girl and the kitchen knife with both hands, and backed up again and again, bent down instinctively in pain, covering the wound.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the glasses girl who had escaped from death jumped up again.

She didn't know where the strength came from, and she suddenly picked up the frying pan on the stove beside her. She had no time to think, but relied on her survival instinct to slam the black-faced man's head hard.

The black-faced man who was bending over and squatting down was caught on the back of the head by the bottom of the pot without any precaution. He didn't even have time to scream, and he fell on the ground in an instant and passed out.

After he fell down, the glasses girl still didn't dare to relax her vigilance, raised the frying pan and smashed it many times, until she was sure that the other party was completely unable to get up, she put down the wok out of breath.

The black-faced man was lying on the ground, motionless, the back of his head was wet with blood, and a puddle of blood was slowly oozing from the wound on his abdomen.

But his chest heaved and he was still breathing.

The glasses girl who suddenly broke out and completed the anti-kill, slumped on the ground, staring at her trembling hands, and couldn't believe what she had just done.

Panting heavily, she found her glasses on the ground again, and after seeing the black-faced man who was still breathing, she instinctively got up and wanted to escape from here.

But when she ran to the kitchen door, she stopped suddenly, turned her head, and looked thoughtfully at her comatose ex-boyfriend.

After hesitating for a moment, she suddenly took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, went back to the kitchen again, pulled out a sharp kitchen knife from the chopping board, and tremblingly opened the black-faced man's mouth...

When she returned to the second floor again, her face was extremely pale, the skirt of her chest was stained with blood, she looked a little dazed, and she still held a bloody tongue in her hand.

Warm and soft, a freshly severed tongue.

The corridor was quiet, the glasses girl looked at the room she stayed in last night, her eyes wandered, and then she resolutely chose another room to check in.

After a while, the sound of hurried footsteps stumbling on the stairs sounded again.

The black-faced man covered his mouth, his face was covered with blood, and there was a kitchen knife stuck in his abdomen. He was extremely weak, and every time he took a step, a line of blood drops was left on the floor. second floor.

He pushed the glasses girl's original room away angrily, but there was no one there.

He lowered his hands, opened and closed his bloody mouth, and wanted to yell angrily, but his mouth was empty, and with his tongue cut off, he could only utter a vague roar.

Bloody bitch, where are you? Get out of here!

There were bursts of muffled whimpers in the corridor. The black-faced man, with his hands stained with blood, angrily knocked on the doors one by one, leaving bloody handprints on the doors, all he wanted was to find the glasses girl.

But before he knocked on the glasses girl's room, there was another sound of footsteps on the stairs.

Hearing this heavy and clumsy voice, the black-faced man who was in anger suddenly froze, and his blood seemed to freeze with fright.

The chef with a crowbar appeared on the second floor and walked straight towards the black-faced man along the bloodstains left in the corridor.

The black-faced man froze in place, not daring to move.

The chef lowered his head and leaned closer to him, with a sinister smile on his face: "What about your room fee?"

The black-faced man opened his mouth and let out a silent scream of despair.

In his shrinking pupils, in the last scene of his life, he only saw the burly and ugly chef holding up the blood-stained crowbar.

The crowbar fell heavily

The dull sound of beating guns was heard again in the corridor.

Hearing the knocking sound outside the door, Shen Yu was not too surprised.

He was standing at the end of the bed, staring at the mirror in front of him with full concentration.

The man in the mirror is also staring at himself.

The longer he stared at it, the more he felt that the self in the mirror looked strange.

Maybe he was too nervous and had an illusion. He even vaguely felt that behind the mirror, someone was gently scratching the mirror, making a rustling sound.

But when he listened carefully, he couldn't hear anything.

The whole room was so quiet that even a needle could be heard falling on the ground, only the dull knocking sound from outside the door.

After a long time, the corridor also became quiet, leaving only a strong smell of blood that could not be dispelled.

Then, the doors of everyone's rooms were knocked one by one.

When I opened the door, I saw the ugly chef standing in front of the door, hunched over, and stretched out a hand to everyone: "It's time to pay tonight's rent... a tongue."

Like everyone else, Shen Yu also handed over the tongue he found.

Before closing the door, he casually glanced into the corridor.

The glasses girl's face was pale, but she survived. She was taking out a bloody tongue and handing it to the chef in front of her.

The black-faced man's body was lying on the corridor, the back of his head was bloody and bloody, his skull had been crushed, and white brains splashed out.

At the foot of the corpse, the crowbar used for murder was discarded everywhere, waiting for the chef to pick it up again tomorrow.

Shen Yu frowned slightly, and closed the door.

I don't know what the room rate will be tomorrow

The author has something to say: The cold is still not healed, and it has worsened. My head hurts _(:з”∠)_!