The man in front of me looked fierce, with a burly figure, with a strong chest and a strong smell of alcohol. He was just a man, even if he was lust, it was nothing. However, the black and fluffy hair on his chest looked quite tough. The black charcoal face was covered with a curly beard, staring at a pair of copper bell-like eyes, standing outside the door staring at me, and a kitchen knife in his hand, flashing cold light under the light.

His uncle, who is this?

"It's the chef!" The dead girl reacted a little faster than me. At the same time, she said it, I also noticed the greasiness on him, which was a characteristic of the chef.

"Why didn't you sleep after eating the fairy meat?" Although the chef's eyes were wide open, his eyes were full of surprise.

From this, I heard that there are drugs that make people sleepy in the fairy meat. Just like the two drivers, they must have slept like two dead pigs at this moment. However, the medicines placed in different foods for different guests are also different. For regular customers like drivers, they let them sleep for a night and they won’t hear any movement at night. And our treatment is different. Even if they didn’t add the dosage with me and Xiao Ying, the boss’s wife went out and sent a chef to monitor.

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt something was wrong. Isn’t it here to monitor us? He was holding a kitchen knife in his hand. Could it be here to kill us? I looked at the knife in his hand carefully. To be precise, it was a thick meat chopping knife. We often see this kind of knife when buying meat. The chopping ribs are very sharp!

I was about to retreat to the door, and Xiao Ying quickly sent out three silver needles from behind, all nailing them to the chef's chest. Because this guy had drunk alcohol, the alcohol content in his blood stimulated the anesthetic on the silver needle more quickly, and he fell to the ground in an instant, and the personnel were unknown. I hurriedly dragged him into the room, Xiao Ying took out a rope from his bag, tied the guy up a firm, and Nie Min cut off a piece of clothes from him with a dagger and stuffed his mouth.

Then I threw this guy on the bed and covered the quilt. I urged them to go over and wake up Lao Cao and Xiao Roller, and went out to run to the kitchen. The result that my buddy was most afraid of was that Dazui Rong had been killed long ago, and maybe the fairy meat we ate tonight came from him. Thinking of this terrible consequence, my buddy's heart turned into a twist.

The kitchen is behind the lobby. The place is not big, but it is very narrow. There are three stoves and firewoods on the opposite wall. At this moment, only a few firewoods are burning on one stove. A large iron pot is raising a steam, and a gurgling sound is heard, with an attractive fragrance floating. It is the smell of fairy meat. Just smell it, and saliva flows down, making the buddy unable to help but want to go over and eat a few bites.

I walked over and uncovered the lid of the pot, looked at the boiling broth and basically stewed meat pieces, and smacked Baba's lips. The dead girl frowned and scolded: "Pig, do you still want to eat human flesh?"

When I heard the word "human meat", my desire disappeared and I put down the lid of the pot. I turned around and looked around. There were thick black oil sludge everywhere, and pots and pans were placed everywhere, mostly dirty, and it seemed that I had never washed it. After searching all corners, I didn't see a freezer, and I didn't use raw meat. I couldn't help but wonder, on a hot day, if there was no freezer to store meat, it would be deteriorated if I couldn't pass the day.

But when I thought of the fishy filth that I spit out, it must be all rotten and deteriorated meat. I pulled it away and my stomach began to surging again.

I searched in the kitchen for a long time, but didn't find any other clues, so I ran out. There were two rooms opposite the corridor on the west side of the lobby, which should be the residence of the boss and the chef. I pushed open the door on the left first, and it was full of smoke and alcohol, and it was mixed with an indescribable stench. The room was dirty and messy, and it was the chef's kennel. There was no decoration in the room, only a bed and a small bedside, and the rest were bottles and cigarette butts all over the floor.

I covered my nose and walked out and closed the door, pushed open the door on the right, and a strange fragrance suddenly wafted out, making my buddy feel comfortable.

This must be the boss's boudoir. My buddy smelled the fragrance and walked in. The house was cleaned up quite clean, which was in a huge contrast with the doghouse opposite the door. There was an extra dressing table in the room, with various cosmetics and perfumes placed on it. My buddy walked to the bed, opened the drawer of the bedside table and looked at it. It was all daily necessities. Then I flipped through the pillows and bedding, and there was nothing underneath. When I came to the dressing table, I found a small purple glass bottle without a trademark among the dazzling cosmetics.

I picked it up and looked at the lights in the corridor. The liquid inside was very sticky, not like cosmetics, but it looked like glue. I had to open the bottle cap. The dead girl said vigilantly: "Don't open it. This liquid looks very weird, just in case, put it down first."

But my buddy was muttering in my heart, could it be that? I heard that that has a magical effect on beauty. This girl would not have taken this place abnormally, right? No matter what it is, since the dead girl is concerned, she will still listen to her. So she put down the bottle, opened a small drawer, and saw a small mahogany brush inside. The brush's white hair was still wet, and it looked like the mucus in a purple bottle.

I might have guessed it right, this woman dipped it in a small brush and applied it on her face. It was a man, and it was disgusting to think about it.

In addition, I never found any suspicious items anymore. In order to hurry, I hurried out of the house. I searched all the entire wooden house. Except for the two drivers' rooms, the two of them should have nothing. Let's go out and take a look. I walked out the door and walked around the vegetable field. Eggplant, cucumber, tomato and other vegetables were full of fruits, and there was nothing special. My buddy was very depressed and walked around the back of the house.

Hey, there is a large pool here. The pool is sealed with bamboo strips, and a small door leaf is left in the lower right corner, but it is locked.

What's in the pool? Why do you need to lock it? Are you hiding shameful things, or are you afraid that someone will throw garbage into it and dirty the water source?

After I touched my chin and thought about it, I ran back to the room, searched the chef, and found a bunch of keys. I ran back to the edge of the pool, and after a few strokes, one of the keys opened the lock. I immediately felt a stinking smell coming out, almost smoky to death. I hurriedly took two steps back and covered my nose.

The dead girl shouted in surprise: "Oh my god, all the corpses are soaked, some of them have been cleaned..."
Chapter completed!