Morey (oli) Hotel is a well-known medium-sized hotel in this city.
It is famous not only for its high cost performance, but also because it is an exotic hotel established by foreigners. It not only provides accommodation for non-Yu people, but also food of all ethnic groups, especially the Yu people who do not
My favorite BBQ food.
"It's really boring. How long can we live like this?"
In the deluxe room on the fourth floor, a half-naked Zhao Yan was soaking in the bathtub, holding a wine glass in one hand while enjoying delicious "meat".
This is already his third day here. Except for the first day when he killed a person in the underground world, the next two days were sporadic hunting, and the fish pond was empty every day.
Fortunately for him, he killed enough people on the first day and had enough "food reserves", but
"Tsk, it's all a bit stinky and boring."
He stood up suddenly, and the "water" in the bath covered the floor. The scarlet "water" seeped out directly from the crack in the door, dyeing the floor red.
In order to keep it "fresh", the "faucet" hanging on the wall, which still had the strength to scream yesterday, has now become a mummy.
"Hey, it tastes bad."
Although he complained, he had no room to be picky about food at this time. At least, he could clean up the "leftovers" that might cause trouble.
Rule-level experts are rarely stupid, at least not Zhao Yan, who has long understood the "conviction" rules here.
The moment the case occurred, the "crime" was added to the perpetrator.
But if you just "injure" the target, the crime is not serious, and "fighting" is not even punishable in many worlds.
He hung the "wounded" on the ground and let them bleed on their own, just like bacon hanging under the ceiling, and then retrieved it for "use" when needed.
He was not responsible for the deaths of the injured; he just failed to "rescue" them, which does not constitute a crime in the sentencing mechanism.
Although it was a bit troublesome, he still had food reserves, so there was really no need to endure the animal blood that was "like excrement" in the blood feaster's senses.
Of course, enough malice will still make the hounds hostile to it, but as long as there is no attack and no evidence is found, it is not a problem for him.
Although it is a bit frustrating and cumbersome, he can indeed walk on the edge of the law.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh, I feel so bad!" However, in an instant, he who was originally calm broke out without warning.
"boom!"
Accompanying his sudden outburst was the destruction of the entire room's furniture.
How could he, the rule-level expert Zhao Yan, be so angry?
Not only can't he kill people at will, but he can't bear the smell of blood and meat!
He was biting his fingers hysterically and cursing everything wildly.
The finger was constantly broken and regenerated, blood flowed all over the floor, but it was twisted and entangled like a living thing, and finally returned to its original form from under his feet.
The more he curses, the more crazy he gets. People with "self-eating" abilities are generally mentally unstable, and he is the leader among them because he grows up too fast.
"Bang bang bang."
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"Your Excellency Zhao Yan? The time has come, we should set off."
The moment the familiar voice sounded, the crazy "monster" disappeared without a trace. A few seconds later, the person who opened the door was still the elegant young man. If he could ignore the messy ground.
What he saw when he opened the door only made Daozhong frown.
"Your Excellency, our funds are quite limited. The hotel's compensation fee can make our people live a good life."
Hearing this, Zhao Yan was stunned for a moment, then the corners of his mouth twisted together, and then his entire face crumpled into a ball and turned into a vortex.
The next moment, the vortex stopped, and a strange smile appeared upside down on the faceless face.
The demon-like Zhao Yan's tone was as gentle as a lover's whisper, but also like a vicious curse.
"When will we have a blood feast? We still need to consider compensation and livelihood."
"Since I was forced to escape to this world. Also, it was your blood feast, we are no longer."
Facing this "monster", Daozhong didn't tolerate him at all.
In the past, Daozhong was always ahead of Zhao Yan in terms of reputation and strength. As a veteran law and order expert, he really only needed to show basic respect to this new rule.
"Our funds are limited. By the way, I can pay for the room charges for these three days as long as I watch my colleagues, but the rest of the room charges and compensation fees will have to be paid by yourself."
Zhao Yan, who was completely pushed back, was stunned for a moment. The twisted monster turned into a human form again and looked at Dao Zhong coldly.
Daozhong, on the other hand, just looked at him silently.
Blood Feast members below the rule level have long been abandoned by the other party. Are they here now for some good reason? The first priority of the senior members of Blood Feast is to guard against "their own people" who are on the same path.
"Oh, okay, okay, I understand."
The next moment, it was Zhao Yan who turned around first, seemingly easy to deal with if you could ignore the murderous intent and viciousness flashing in his eyes.
And this scene was naturally seen by Dao Zhong. From the beginning, he did not think that Zhao Yan would do good things.
From the beginning, Daozhong refused Zhao Yan's "joining" and took the initiative to spend money to rent a hotel for him.
This kind of vigilance is necessary from all aspects. The "rules" of this world are very powerful, but there are countless ways to circumvent the rules.
Fighting is also illegal. Once a fight breaks out, the hounds will come immediately. Both parties know that this is not the time to fight.
Therefore, everything still has to be left to words
Zhao Yan forced a smile and tried to find a reason to "cooperate".
"I'm here to make you rich"
"No, no need, I'm living a good life here."
No matter what Zhao Yan said, Dao Zhong refused to listen and refused directly.
Naturally, both parties ended up breaking up on bad terms. When Dao Zhongzhen left, the nervous Zhao Yan laughed out loud.
"Very good, very good. He is on guard against me. He is thinking of ways to drive me away. This means that he probably has no way of dealing with me."
At this moment, what was revealed in his eyes was a desire from the bottom of his heart. He was not here to poach those aliens. Only "the same kind" is the most delicious.
"who is it?"
The door rang again, and this time the footsteps were unfamiliar.
"Hotel service, your friend said that there was a lot of damage in your room and we need to clean it up. We will give you the bill. Please pay it within 24 hours, otherwise we will have to force check-out and report this matter
Notified to the Sheriff."
Okay, this is a pretty good job.
In order to avoid becoming a wanted criminal, Zhao Yan, who had already completed the "identity registration" at the front desk, had no choice but to open the door.
On the contrary, before that, he swept through the entire room like a whirlwind, sucking away all the "blood" and restoring the blood-stained floor.
When the door opened, although it was still a mess, at least it wasn't hell on earth.
At this time, Zhao Yan, who is strong in rules, can only endure the waiter's complaints and cleaning, while he is angry about the large bill that has once again shrunk his wallet. Worried about being wanted, he can only continue to be an ordinary citizen, Mr. Zhao.
In the end, he could only curse while watching these ordinary people take away the few gold cards he had. Now that he has no opponents in the underground world, his methods of obtaining funds are also extremely limited.
Little did he know that some things were just beginning.
The waiter took away the half-eaten food, the wine bottle, and the rag that had wiped the floor. He originally planned to throw it away, but halfway there, he stopped inexplicably.
"Hey, I feel a little hungry suddenly. Why don't you take it back and have a snack in the middle of the night?"
He put it in his room, but inexplicably forgot about it the next day. When lunch break was approaching, someone walked in. It was the hotel doorman.
The doorman picked it up and handed it to the coachman who was about to leave the car. The coachman handed it to the office workers passing by heading to the city center. The office workers handed it to the cleaners in their own departments. After the cleaners moved one floor after another,
I don’t know how long it took, but those “domestic garbage” disappeared without a trace in a certain environment.
So, after changing hands countless times, in a certain courtyard, the "garbage" ended up in the biology laboratory.
"Then, let's study what his 'rules' are and how to hunt him appropriately."