Benita felt as if she had encountered the legendary body-holding technique. Her whole body was stiff and unable to move, and she could not even speak. She could only look at the man who inexplicably broke into her home.
The other party is thin, about 1.85 meters tall. He is wearing a gorgeous evening dress and a half-covered mask on his face that is as pale as bones. He looks more like he is preparing to participate in a costume party than a criminal who commits a home invasion crime.
Elegant gentleman at the ball.
"Madam, don't be nervous. It's time for me to get off work. I just want to eat something good before going back to hell."
"After get off work? Hell? What is he talking about?" Benita, who was secretly sizing up the man, was so frightened by the man's sudden words that her heart skipped a beat. Just when she was thinking about the deeper meaning of the man's words, the man suddenly said :
"Madam, I have to say that the kitchen utensils at your home are very incomplete, and the kitchen knives are also poorly maintained. Are you really using them properly?"
The man narrated the sorrow of the kitchen utensils in a poetic aria, while taking out a piece of beef, gently tapping the steak with a small hammer that he had never used since he bought it, and murmuring in his mouth:
"Really, don't you usually use a hammer when making beef? If you want to make delicious steak, the strength of the beating is very important. If you add onions, honey and other accessories, you can make ordinary beef taste like top-grade Wagyu beef.
It has an instant melt-in-the-mouth texture, but as a home-cooked dish, it doesn’t need to be so exaggerated. The appropriate chewiness allows people to fully enjoy the chewing texture.”
"This man... is teaching me how to cook?" A sense of absurdity flooded into Benita's mind, suppressing her original fear.
"Oh, the weather is still cold now. Although I prefer clear soup, in order to adapt to local habits, let's make mushroom soup..."
The man was explaining the cooking steps and ingredients, and from time to time he would make complaints about the use of kitchen utensils. This made Benita start to think about whether she really didn't know how to cook as he said.
A full-time housewife can't cook?
This is simply an insult!
But smelling the alluring aroma, she couldn't help but feel her saliva secreting.
She wanted to secretly swallow the saliva, but her stiff body made it difficult for her to swallow. As a result, the saliva flowed out of the corners of her mouth uncontrollably.
"Ahhhhh! You should kill me!"
Benita screamed crazily in her heart, but the man's movements were still graceful and skillful. After Benita continued to suffer for more than an hour, a sumptuous dinner was finally served.
Creamy mushroom soup with pan-fried veal, with broccoli and potato salad as side dishes. This is a relatively standard Victorian dinner, but the other party seems to have used many cooking methods that Victorians are not familiar with, making this meal seem
The home-cooked dishes smelled more captivating than expected.
Benita watched the other party put the food on the plate casually, and then walked behind her. There was also a slight but very existential sound of eating in her ears.
"..."
The sound of mushroom soup sliding down the throat, the sound of beef being torn and chewed, the sound of mashed potatoes and crisp vegetables mixed in...
These sounds that should have been undetectable seemed to be very close at hand, entering Benita's ears and stimulating her stomach crazily.
This torture lasted for more than ten minutes, and with the sound of the soup being swallowed, everything finally came to an end.
That figure appeared in Benita's field of vision again. He put the used tableware into the sink and quickly washed it. The white gloves that he had never taken off were not stained at all.
Just when Benita's thoughts were confused, the sound of the door lock suddenly came from the direction of the entrance. She didn't know why her hearing was so good today, but at this time, it was obviously not the time to think about such things.
"Oh, no! Damn it! Jones, don't come in! You shouldn't come back at this time!" Benita wanted to scream loudly, but her throat couldn't make any sound at all, and thoughts kept coming to her mind.
The story of the victim being killed because he came home while a gangster was committing a crime made his breathing become rapid.
"Dear, I'm back, what are you going to eat today?"
Her husband's voice came from the door, but in Benita's eyes, the man who was returning the tableware turned around.
"It's over! Oh, my God! Someone come and save us!" Benita's eyes were full of despair, but the next moment, the man just smiled slightly and said:
"It seems I should go. Thank you for the ingredients, beautiful lady."
Listening to the other party's tone as if he was reciting poetry, Benita was horrified to see that the other party suddenly opened his hands, as if directly raising a shadow, and dragged out a cloak from behind that seemed to be woven from darkness, and with that
Two cloaks wrapped his body, and the man disappeared right in front of his eyes...
"Oh, dear, it turns out you are here, I thought you were not at home..."
At the same time, Jones Nordman walked into the restaurant, saw his wife, and immediately walked over, saying with surprise on his face:
"Oh my gosh, this smells so good! What did you do today?"
Benita suddenly felt her body loosen up, and her stiff body almost fell to the ground. She was surprised to find that she had regained her ability to move at some point. She quickly reached out to wipe away the drool dripping from the front of her clothes, turned around and said:
"No, it's nothing, trying...yes, just trying a new trick!"
"That's really worth looking forward to!" Jones didn't notice anything strange about his wife, so he turned back to the door and started changing clothes.
Benita carefully moved her body, which was a little sore from standing still for more than an hour, and walked to the pot. If there weren't a lot of ingredients in the pot at this time, she would even doubt whether what she saw before was just an illusion.
!
Placing the man's leftover food on a plate, Benita discovered that it happened to be dinner for two people, and she couldn't help but begin to wonder if this was just a coincidence.
But it was useless to think so much at this time. She put the dishes on the table nervously, but she was recalling the surreal things in her heart.
She did not intend to tell her husband what happened today, because it would have no meaning other than making herself look like a mental patient. No one would believe that she had met a visitor from hell who could hold the body and disappear at will.
It wouldn't feel like someone was invading a mansion in a wealthy area just to borrow ingredients to cook a meal.
"Who is that person? What job is he talking about? And hell..." Benita's heart was extremely confused, until her husband's scream interrupted her thinking:
"Oh my God! This is absolutely the best beef I've ever had in my life! Honey, how the hell did you do that? This beats that damn hotel! Little Jimmy and Little Hannah tomorrow
I’ll be back in the evening, and then you can make another one and let them try it too!”
Listening to her husband's exaggerated emotion, Benita picked up a piece of beef and put it into her mouth thoughtfully.
At that moment, all the random thoughts were swept away, and instead, there was only one thought left -
"Should I take a note now and write down everything I still remember? But... can I really recreate this smell?"
Although I have said it many times about ghost stories, I would like to say it again.
First, the influence of legends on kaidan: Innate kaidan is different from acquired kaidan. Innate kaidan comes with legends first, so kaidan will be greatly affected by legends. For example, people think that the god of thunder is lustful, and he will become lustful after the god of thunder appears.
And the strange stories about the day after tomorrow, whether it is the upgrading of ancient resentful spirits
Or the modern Garbage Man of Infinite City. They all have "self" before they become ghost stories. They will be much less affected by the legend. Even if all the "believers" think that you should be lustful, you don't have to be lustful, but the more you are
If it matches the legend, the more power you can get from the legend.
Second, play the role of ghost stories: On the premise of having the corresponding label, actively imitate and play the role of long-standing ghost stories or even myths, which can relatively easily gather the entries of ghost stories, but correspondingly, the power share of a ghost story itself is limited, and the more
If there are multiple people playing, each person’s share will be smaller, and it may also trigger
Living Kaitan is the "prototype", so if you play as an existing Kaitan, you have to face two problems - the competition between those who play the same Kaitan, and the awakening of the original Kaitan. Mysterious readers can simply follow the same path.
There is the question of the mutual plundering of features and the resurgence of greatness at the top of the sequence.