On the third day, after everyone went out, they found the body lying in the corridor.
As expected, the black-faced man's body was also cut several times, and all the best parts of his body disappeared.
The blood-stained crowbar was left next to the corpse, and the often forgetful cook, as usual, lumbered to the second floor to retrieve the crowbar.
Except for the old couple who were forced to eat meat yesterday, most of the other tenants have not eaten for a day and a night, and now they don't even have the energy to complain, and almost all of them are in a state of despair.
When I came to the restaurant on the first floor again, I saw the chef smirking, pushing out plates of fishy and oily meat, and throwing them roughly on the dining table. This time, still pointing at the old man and old lady, he said forcefully, "Eat!"
He seems to be addicted to bullying the old couple. Maybe forcing vegetarians to eat human flesh can make him more excited.
As if already numb, the old lady didn't resist this time, she didn't even recite the Buddha's name, she picked up the piece of meat in front of her in a daze, and put it into her mouth with trembling hands.
Once again, the force was successful, and the chef was satisfied to watch them finish eating, then packed up the plates, and pushed the small dining cart back.
Only the old couple were left sitting on the seats blankly, trembling all over.
Brothers and sisters Luo Qing and Luo Hong at the side couldn't bear it, and comforted the two old people who had suffered a catastrophe softly.
But soon, the chef went back and forth, with a cruel and smug smile on his face, and told everyone: "Tonight's rent is five fingers per person."
As soon as this remark came out, everyone was a little stunned.
Shen Yu frowned deeply.
five fingers
Different from the previous eyeballs and tongues, from a popular semantic point of view, ordinary animals only have claws and hooves, while humans only have fingers.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sink his eyes.
But the chef ignored everyone's surprise, and after saying this, he left on his own.
Before leaving, he stopped deliberately, turned his head, and looked at everyone with cloudy and cold eyes, as if a butcher was selecting lambs to be slaughtered.
The cowardly Luo brothers and sisters almost collapsed in fright, but it was the cowardly glasses girl before. After what happened last night, her eyes were still cold at this time, and her whole body was as hard as a frozen stone.
Luo Hong stood up and said in a panic: "Go to the kitchen... I found the eyeballs and tongue in the kitchen before, maybe today can also..."
Her words reminded everyone that Luo Qing, the old couple, the tall man, and the girl with glasses all stood up and rushed to the kitchen.
For a while, only Shen Yu and the red-haired girl were left in the restaurant.
"Aren't you going?" Shen Yu asked.
The red-haired girl got up lazily: "Didn't you go too? In fact, we all know that the chef must want human fingers."
It can be seen with the naked eye that these room rates are getting more and more excessive.
She didn't say anything more, but went silently to the second floor, where there were still three corpses.
When she came down again, she was holding six palms, each with exactly five fingers.
Soon, the other people who went to the kitchen returned to the restaurant full of anxiety, holding only one palm in their hands.
"We only found five fingers. This palm was chopped off from me by the chef before..." The tall man gritted his teeth and said with an uneasy expression.
But after seeing the six palms that the red-haired girl got, the despair on their faces turned into surprise in an instant.
But the red-haired girl knocked on the table: "Don't be too happy, we have too many people."
There were eight of them alive, but the dead had only six hands, and only one was found in the kitchen, and five fingers were missing.
Everyone's ecstatic expressions froze on their faces, and they couldn't help but look at each other.
Finally, the old lady said tremblingly: "You mean, one of us...needs to cut off five of his fingers..."
The red-haired girl didn't deny it: "The remaining person will either cut off her fingers, or fail to pay the rent, and be hammered to death by the chef at night!"
Hearing her words, the atmosphere on the scene suddenly became stiff, and everyone's expressions were extremely gloomy.
But she added: "But as long as I can get out alive, the injuries I suffered in the story will heal in real life."
But these words did not bring much uplifting effect. Most people looked at each other, with the same vigilance and vigilance on their faces, as well as vague hostility.
Who wants to be abandoned, and who wants to cut off his fingers alive
Returning to real life can heal? Who can guarantee? If they lost five fingers, would their chances of survival be greatly reduced, and they would not be able to make it out alive
The atmosphere is getting more and more stiff, almost frozen into ice, and an open and secret fight is about to break out.
Seeing that the originally united hearts were about to fall apart, the expression on the tall man's face changed, he gritted his teeth, and suddenly stood up and shouted: "Cut my fingers!"
As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked!
The tall man had his left hand chopped off by the chef because he resisted the chef before, leaving only his right hand to use. Now if he took the initiative to cut off his fingers, wouldn't it mean that both hands would be disabled
Everyone looked at the tall man, but the tall man looked straight at Shen Yu: "You helped me before, and I know you are a good person. In this ghost place, I trust you the most...and only you."
"I want to ask, if I come back to real life alive, all the injuries I suffered will recover... Is it true?"
Seeing his fiery eyes, Shen Yu was silent for a while, then nodded, and said: "The premise is that you can get out alive, but if both hands are disabled, you may not necessarily..."
The tall man shook his head, let out a long breath, and interrupted his next words: "This is enough!"
"If I can get out alive, I will still be a healthy person. If I can't make it through, I can just go and accompany my two good brothers. No matter what, it is better than the current disabled state!"
He smiled miserably, stretched out his right hand, clenched his teeth, and squeezed out a sentence: "I don't have another hand, who can help me?"
The Luo brothers and sisters, the old couple, the girl with glasses and others stood there in a daze, almost looking at the tall man who offered to sacrifice with the eyes of a hero.
Even the red-haired girl couldn't help sighing, took the kitchen knife, stepped forward, held his wrist with one hand, and raised the sharp blade high with the other hand...
"etc!"
At the moment when the kitchen knife was about to fall, Shen Yu suddenly stopped it.
Everyone turned their heads to look at him, only to see him frowning, pondering for a while, and then said word by word: "I quit, the number of these fingers is enough."
The red-haired girl was taken aback for a moment, then stared at him incredulously: "Are you crazy? I don't think this is a good idea."
There are only these two novelists alive in the story, and they can only rely on them to collect clues, complete the plot, and find a way out.
The tall man is just a spectator, even if he is disabled, it will have no effect on the development of the plot.
If they find the exit, they can bring the tall man back to real life, and the tall man can be cured.
But if Shen Yu was disabled, without an experienced novelist to collect and analyze clues, and the red-haired girl could not support herself, maybe everyone would be involved in this story.
She looked at Shen Yu almost annoyed: "Did I meet a saint in a novel? This one or two suddenly all ran out to be heroes!"
Shen Yu shook his head and said, "I don't want these fingers, and I don't intend to chop off my own fingers, so you don't need to worry about me."
However, the moment the red-haired girl raised the kitchen knife just now, a bold idea popped up in his mind, and he planned to try it out tonight.
The red-haired girl stared at him angrily, and finally threw the kitchen knife in her hand on the ground in frustration.
The "clang" sound of the blade falling to the ground also woke up other people who were also in a daze, especially the tall one.
The tall man looked at Shen Yu with a complicated expression, hesitant to speak.
Shen Yu didn't pay attention to the different looks in everyone's eyes. Instead, he sat leisurely on the sofa on the first floor and read the news.
On that old TV, the same video was broadcast back and forth, and the news was all about trivial things eight hundred years ago.
There is a small bookcase under the TV, and there are a few old books stacked in it, almost all of which are related to medical knowledge, which is even more boring.
Seeing that he was so confident, everyone had no choice but to leave.
For a whole day, Shen Yu kept staring at the old TV, refusing to move no matter what. Only occasionally, he would go to the bookcase under the TV, find a few books, and then return to the sofa to continue reading.
Time passed, and it was night, and everyone returned to their rooms anxiously.
And the burly and strong chef came on time and collected room fees one by one again.
After handing in five fingers, the red-haired girl looked uneasily at the room where Shen Yu was.
The door was still closed there, the lights were not even turned on, and the room was pitch black.
She raised her heart involuntarily, but she had no other choice but to watch the chef walk towards the door of Shen Yu's room.
She returned to the room, closed the door tightly, and couldn't bear to look any longer.
Outside the corridor, the chef looked at the closed door, smiled distortedly on his hideous and ugly cheeks, and said to himself, "Another... who didn't pay the rent!"
Without hesitation, he kicked open the door and walked into the room in the darkness.
There was a vague smell of blood in the air.
Through the light outside the corridor, the chef vaguely saw a person lying on the bed, wearing Shen Yu's clothes, as if he had already fallen into a sweet dream, and the sound of the door being kicked open did not wake him up.
The chef grinned, showing his white teeth, raised the crowbar in his hand, and slammed it hard at the person on the bed.
The dull sound of beating on the body sounded again in the dead of night. Everyone who hadn't fallen asleep couldn't help but feel a twinge in their hearts after hearing this sound.
Everyone understands that Shen Yu is already in danger.
Maybe when they go out tomorrow morning, they will be able to see each other's miserable corpse.
The blood-stained crowbar was smashed hard one after another, and the smell of blood in the air became more and more intense. The cook didn't stop until the opponent's head was completely smashed into a paste.
He seems to be feeling really good today!
It usually took a lot of effort to smash the skull, but today it was easily smashed into a puddle of meat.
However, the smashed prey didn't even make any disgusting struggles or cries, but remained obediently motionless.
The chef licked his lips, dropped the blood-stained crowbar, cut off the flesh of the prey in the dark, and left happily.
The room returned to silence, leaving only darkness and a bloody corpse on the bed.
After a while, the hanging sheet suddenly moved.
Shen Yu lifted the sheet, and nimbly got out from under the bed.
He has been betting.
The chef is congenitally mentally retarded, and his eyesight is not very good. At night, he often needs to squint to look at people.
He was betting whether the other party could tell the difference between a sleeping living person and a dead person.
The cook... and even the other tenants didn't seem to find the previous three corpses, but one was suddenly missing tonight.
Fortunately, he won the bet!