In the early morning of the fourth day, the surviving tenant walked out of the room full of apprehension.
The red-haired girl immediately looked at the room where Shen Yu was.
His door was quiet, no one came out, only a strong smell of blood wafted out.
Just like those who died before.
Suddenly, everyone present was a little desperate.
Especially the tall one, he covered his face with his only remaining hand, his eyes full of annoyance.
The wooden stairs creaked, and the scary butcher chef came to the second floor again.
He was in a good mood, humming an indistinct nursery rhyme, holding a shiny kitchen knife in his hand, ready to recover the murder weapon crowbar he dropped last night as usual, and cut off the dead man by the way. Meat from his body for breakfast.
Everyone avoids one after another, and with great fear, they watch the chef humming a ditty walk into Shen Yu's room.
But in the next second, the chef's roar came.
"No! Wrong, wrong... Where is he? It wasn't him last night, mom will scold me..."
An angry and chaotic roar, almost out of context.
The stout chef rushed out of the room again, holding a shining kitchen knife in his hand, his bloodshot eyes stared round, panting heavily, and scanned everyone present.
Everyone took a step back in horror.
After staring at everyone for a while, the kitchen knife in the chef's hand tightened again and again, and finally he turned around and walked away cursing: "Mom will definitely scold me..."
As the chef's murmurs faded away, everyone quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
The red-haired girl took courage and opened the door of Shen Yu's room.
On the floor of the room, the blood-stained crowbar from last night had long since disappeared, and on the bed lay an unrecognizable corpse.
The corpse was wearing Shen Yu's coat, and its entire head had been smashed into a mass of fleshy pulp. Dark red blood splashed all over the bed sheet, exuding a disgusting stench.
After seeing the corpse, the glasses girl suddenly widened her eyes, pointed at the bed and shouted in surprise: "Why is it him?"
Even though the corpse was beyond recognition, with years of experience in getting along, she only took one look at it and realized that the man lying on the bed was obviously a black-faced man who had died long ago.
Everyone heard the words, so they hurriedly went to check the other corpses.
There were originally three corpses, but now there are only two left, and the black-faced man is indeed missing.
"Is he not dead?"
The red-haired girl murmured: "But it's not right, we checked the entire room, and apart from the corpse on the bed, we couldn't find anyone else!"
"Where else could he hide?"
Everyone searched to no avail, and the chef downstairs urged him so hard that they could only go downstairs in panic.
Just before leaving, the red-haired girl glanced under the bed vaguely.
The bottom of the bed was clean, not even a speck of dust. It was just a thin piece of paper pressed at the foot of the unremarkable bed, and no one except her noticed it.
The red-haired girl gently hooked her fingers under the bed, and quietly swept the small piece of paper into her palm.
At this time, the crowd had already reached the stairs, and she followed at the end of the crowd, opened the piece of paper as quickly as possible, read the words on it, and her pupils trembled instantly.
No one noticed her small movements. After the red-haired girl finished reading, she immediately put away the paper, and glanced at the people in front of her, her eyes couldn't help but darken.
On the first floor, the chef is still losing his temper.
"No fresh meat today, too bad... no breakfast, nothing..." He muttered, waving a kitchen knife in his hand, with a hideous face and a smell of blood on his hands.
The rest of the people silently avoided, trying to stay as far away from him as possible, for fear that the chef would take his anger out on him.
Even the usually peaceful old couple could not help but speed up the speed of turning the beads at this time, and their hands trembled violently.
The gloomy and irritable chef, after talking to himself for a while, suddenly turned his head, staring at everyone with bloodshot eyes: "You..."
Everyone present trembled.
The chef continued, with a hoarse voice: "Today's rent is one heart per person... Hurry up, I want it tonight!"
"otherwise… "
He glared at everyone threateningly, then left with lumbering steps.
There was no time to breathe a sigh of relief, as soon as the chef left, everyone rushed to the second floor almost immediately, scrambling to get ahead, and no one would let anyone else go.
In order to pay the rent in time, they had no choice but to dig out the dead man's heart, but Shen Yu mysteriously disappeared last night, and now there are only three corpses upstairs.
And they still have seven living people!
It's about my own life. At this time, there is no moral code anymore. The young and strong people squeeze the old, weak, sick and disabled behind, desperately pursuing a glimmer of life.
Obviously, elderly couples and tall people who lost a hand were pushed out.
But for some reason, the red-haired girl came late and also fell behind.
The younger Luo brothers and sisters and the glasses girl were the first to run to the second floor with kitchen knives ready to gouging out their hearts.
"Where's the body?"
But immediately, three people screamed from upstairs: "The body of the deceased is gone? When we went downstairs just now, it was still here!"
The bodies of the fat man and the thin man, as well as the black-faced man lying in Shen Yu's room, all disappeared, as if the world had evaporated.
They searched all the rooms and carefully searched every corner, but found nothing.
Where else can the dead go
How can they pay tonight's room fee without the dead for them to dig out their hearts? Do they have to...
Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, with the same ugly expressions, and there was a little bit of wariness in their eyes.
The atmosphere became tense for a moment.
Feeling the oppression around her, the red-haired girl said slowly, "The corpse must have been secretly dragged away by the chef."
"Chef?" The old couple couldn't help asking in surprise.
The red-haired girl nodded affirmatively: "Yes, chef."
"Maybe he didn't want us to get the heart easily, so he moved the corpse in advance, or..."
Seeing the gradually gloomy expressions of the old couple, she sneered and said, "Maybe he has no human meat to eat today, so he was so hungry that he couldn't stand it, so he hid the three corpses and secretly kept them for himself."
"Now that we're here talking, maybe the chef is hiding somewhere in the hotel, quietly roasting three hearts for himself..."
As soon as this remark came out, the faces of the old couple became more and more gloomy, but the Luo brothers and sisters looked disgusted, as if they couldn't stand it and said: "Stop talking, it's too disgusting!"
The old lady was silent for a long time, finally sighed, and said helplessly, "Forget it, anyway, I have lived most of my life, so I have no regrets, just die tonight!"
She shook her hands and turned around with difficulty: "I don't want to spend any more time looking for a heart. You young people can do whatever you want."
The old man supported her in a timely manner: "Forgive me, my wife is really tired today, so we will go back to the room first."
These two elderly people who were nearly seventy years old supported each other, their rickety backs were trembling, and anyone who saw them would feel sore nose and hot eyes.
Everyone was silent and watched the two old men leave.
Suddenly, a sneer came softly: "Good acting!"
The voice was so familiar that the rest of the people were startled. Following the voice, they saw a tall and straight young man sitting on the side of the bed in the room behind them, crossing his legs leisurely.
It was Shen Yu!
Seeing that the person who disappeared last night suddenly reappeared silently, everyone's expression was no less than that of seeing a ghost in daylight.
Among them, the Luo brothers and sisters who were less courageous, immediately fell to the ground with their legs limp, pointing at him with trembling fingers, so frightened that they could not speak.
When the tall man saw Shen Yu, he was overjoyed and surprised, the guilt in his eyes dissipated, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
But the red-haired girl's expression was calm, as if she knew of his existence long ago.
She shook the piece of paper full of words, and said to Shen Yu: "You are really courageous, no matter how dangerous you are, how can you act recklessly!"
Shen Yu raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "You are the only novelist among them, and a novelist who can live well in horror stories must be more careful than ordinary people."
So the red-haired girl will definitely not miss the piece of paper under the corner of the bed, and she will definitely read the message left by Shen Yu.
What she said just now was all written in advance on the note.
Facing the bewildered expressions of the others, the red-haired girl squeezed the center of her brows with a headache and said, "Although I don't know how you made those three corpses disappear, after I said what you just said, who would Make an excuse to leave early...”
"Whoever is the chef's accomplice!"
Shen Yu blinked and continued slowly.
As soon as this remark came out, the rest of the people froze in place.
"Are you kidding?" Luo Hong said in a trance, unbelievable, "It's not enough to have a chef and a murderer in this hotel, he also has accomplices? The accomplices are still, or two..."
Two old and frail elderly people who seem to be the kindest and kindest
Luo Hong couldn't bear to see the old couple who believed in Buddhism being forced to eat meat with her own eyes. She has been secretly comforting the old couple for the past few days, so she has a good relationship with the old lady sitting next to her.
She naturally questioned at this time: "The two old people have been vegetarians and recited Buddha's name, and their bodies are very thin. Their hands shake so much that they can't even hold the chopsticks steadily. How could they be the chef's accomplices?"
Shen Yu: "When did I say they were accomplices?"
Luo Hong breathed a sigh of relief.
Shen Yu: "The two of them are obviously the main culprits, and the cook who seems to be mentally retarded is their accomplice."
Luo Hongsong's half breath was stuck in his throat.
She seemed to want to refute, but she opened her mouth but didn't know what to say, so she could only listen to Shen Yu's continuation in a daze.
And Shen Yu's voice was as calm as ever: "The reason why their hands are shaking all the time is because they ate too much human flesh."
"Do you know about mad cow disease?"
"In the past, the UK used to add a large amount of beef powder to cattle feed. As a result, long-term cannibalism caused prions to invade the nervous system of cattle, causing global mad cow disease."
"One of the symptoms of the disease is uncontrolled spasms and twitches in the muscles."
Looking at Luo Hong's widened eyes, he smiled and continued: "The so-called mad cow disease in humans is Ya's disease."
"Jakob disease usually occurs in some relatively primitive cannibal tribes, where people will eat the brains of their relatives according to tradition after their death, hoping to gain the wisdom of their relatives, so Ya's disease often occurs symptoms."
Luo Hong was completely stunned at this time, and asked with trembling lips: "You mean, the reason why the old couple kept shaking their hands is because..."
Shen Yu nodded silently: "If there is occasional cannibalism, ordinary people will not suffer from Ya's disease. Only long-term cannibalism and large amounts of human flesh will be invaded by prions in the nervous system."
Luo Hong was completely speechless, but swallowed nervously.
She suddenly remembered that the amiable old lady had always declared that she believed in Buddhism and often recited the Buddha's name.
"Amitabha... Amitabha..."
Looking back now, the old lady only recited the first three characters of the Buddha's name every time.
Amitabha, there is no Buddha!
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