I’m Actually a Bigshot

    The white "snowflakes" fell from the sky, and fell little by little on the soil of the street, on the houses of chocolate, and on the candies of various colors.

    Some aboriginal people who were walking on the street also stopped because of the sudden snow. They did not hide because of the snow, but showed a very happy and interested expression, looking up at The "snowflakes" flying in the sky showed a smile like celebrating a festival.

    Su Qingxing and the others didn't know how long they stared at the "snowflake", but maybe because the snowflakes were falling so fast, the streets and surrounding buildings were covered with white in no time.

    Candy house with white snow?

    It seems to be a scene only in fairy tales, and it is also the favorite scene of cartoon artists.

    "This is not snow." Chubai stretched out his hand to take a piece of white, then chuckled and said, "It's grated coconut."

    White coconut.

    In an instant, the world in front of you became different from the "beautiful snow scene" that everyone imagined. After knowing the true face of Xue, what everyone sees now is...

    Oooo crumbs with grated coconut.

    Crystal candy dipped in coconut.

    Chocolate dipped in coconut.

    Even marshmallows and mints with shredded coconut…

    Thinking about it this way, these sweets outside don't seem to be as sweet as I thought before, and I suddenly have the urge to taste coconut chocolate and coconut marshmallows.

    Many desserts seem to become softer and more friendly after adding coconut.

    "It turned out to be snowing." An aboriginal in black and white uniform stood behind Su Qingxing and them at some point, with an ordinary face but a kind smile, and his small eyes narrowed into slits , seems to be a very close person.

    For the aborigines, they may not have the concept of grated coconut in their minds, they just think it is an ordinary weather change. It's like seeing snow in the real world, but not knowing that the snow that melts in the palm of your hand may look like a delicious candy flake to someone in another world.

    "Are you here to rest?" The other party seems to be the owner or employee of this rest station, "After all, you seem to have been standing here for a long time."

    "Hello." As the team's captain, Su Qingxing nodded to the smiling gentleman behind him, "We came from far away and wanted to stay overnight, but I'm afraid we didn't have them with us. enough…"

    In the end, Su Qingxing didn't know how to describe the "currency" that Food Planet used to conduct transactions.

    They who just came to this world naturally cannot own the currency of this world, so Su Qingxing hopes to get help from the other party.

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    "Thank you." Everyone thanked like a good child, and suddenly felt that the aborigines of this planet were also very warm.

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    "No problem." Su Qingxing felt that the conditions put forward by the other party were reasonable and reasonable. "It's just that we have not done similar work. If we do something wrong, please ask the boss for more guidance."

    Faced with the kind smile on the boss's face, Su Qingxing also showed a gentle smile. The two reached an agreement in each other's smiles and completed the agreement to replace the accommodation fee with work.

    Su Qingxing's group's room was arranged on the second floor, because they didn't pay the accommodation fee, so they rejected the boss's proposal of one room per person, only four rooms. Su Qingxing and Death are in a room, Qiao Lu and Tong Yan are in a room, Chubai and Qin Guan are in a room, and the only female, Mu Rong, is in a room alone.

    Because it is a food planet, everything in the room is made of sweets, the bed is chocolate, the mattress is pillows and gummy, and the quilt is soft cotton candy.

    The floor of the room seems to be coconut fudge sprinkled with shredded coconut, so stepping on it has a soft feeling, and there is a faint fragrance of coconut milk permeating the room.

    For unknown reasons, apart from this very light coconut fragrance, Su Qingxing did not smell the sweet smell of other desserts in the room, even if the whole person was lying on the cotton next to the window In a sugar-filled doughnut, there is nothing other than relaxation and comfort.

    "Very nice room." Although the **** of death praised, but when he noticed that this room turned out to be a standard double room, that is, after having two separate beds... his eyes still looked like Slightly lost.

    "I think we'd better not stay in the same room." Su Qingxing suddenly said such a sentence.

    "What's wrong?"

    Su Qingxing sighed and said worriedly: "Although I don't know what happened before, I can be sure that I will do something rude when I am hungry. If I'm hungry, I don't know if I'll suddenly rush to your bed and do something bad."

    "..." Reaper was silent for a few seconds, then said with great certainty, "No, I'm fine here, at least I can help fill my stomach. If you think of other people as me, they may Injuried."

    "I won't be hurt." In order to make up his betrothal partner, Death once again emphasized.

    "That's right." Su Qingxing was persuaded by the **** of death, then got up from the sandwich sofa, opened the transparent candy door, and walked to the balcony of the guest room.

    Standing on the open-air balcony like this, Su Qingxing could more clearly see the white coconut falling from the sky, and the dark chocolate roof of the entire dessert town was covered with a layer of white, which looked extraordinarily beautiful.

      And Death was standing beside Su Qingxing like this, watching his betrothed look up at "Xue", but the smile on his face was more beautiful than the surrounding snow scene.

    You are looking at the snow, but I am looking at you.

    The voices of Mu Rong and the others came from outside the door of the white chocolate room, which also reminded Su Qingxing of their promise to the boss of the inn. According to the agreement of the two parties, Su Qingxing and his party will work for the inn this evening and tomorrow morning.

    "We should also go downstairs." When Su Qingxing turned around, he saw the **** of death staring straight at him. go.

    "Does everyone like their room?" Seeing a group of people coming downstairs, the owner of the inn came up with a thick stack of things, "Fortunately, it is the off-season, if it is the peak season, everyone may It's going to be a night of grievances in the hall."

    "Boss, what do you need us to do?" Su Qingxing had already looked around, but saw no one, but only saw stacks of things on the surrounding tables.

    Su Qingxing then remembered that the aborigines in this world do not have to eat, so places such as hotels and dessert shops are less concerned with taking care of guests' meals.

     "This is the post station, of course, the place to deliver letters and newspapers." The boss refreshed Su Qingxing's original guess again, and handed them a large stack of black and white newspapers, "The postman will They will come to get newspapers and letters, they will tell you the name and number of newspapers they need, and you are responsible for helping to sort them out."

    "I have already sorted the letters over there according to the block, tell the postman to take it directly." The boss said, clapping his hands, "There shouldn't be any problems with these jobs, right?"

    "Understood." Su Qingxing took the lead in answering, "Even if you encounter any problems, the postman who came here should be more experienced than us, and you can ask them for advice at that time."

    "That's great." The boss's smile was even brighter, "Then I have a situation with the female boss of the clothing store next door, and I'll leave it to you here! See you! It's a good thing to be with you, if I let her dove again this time, I may never have the chance to watch the snow with her again in my life."

    Speaking, before the whole group could react, the boss was already cheering and dancing out the door.

    "..." Everyone silently watched the boss disappear from the door, and even Tong Yan, who has always been said to be naive, couldn't help but sigh at this moment, "This boss is really reassuring us strangers man."

    Maybe the people of Food Planet are really simple? "Apart from this reason, Mu Rong couldn't find any other explanation.

    "Excuse me." At this time, several teenagers with candy bags lined up and walked in from outside the store, "Let's pick up today's evening paper, is the boss not here?"

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    "Thank you for your hard work!" The teenagers looked more like newsboys than postmen. A few teenagers in front looked a little shy when they saw Su Qingxing , but still bowed down to Su Qingxing with his companions very politely, "Please give me more advice."

    They are all very polite and good boys.

    "Hello, I want 500 copies of "Daily New Dessert", thank you."

    "Hello, 300 copies of "Renovation Guide", thank you!"

    "400 copies of "Latest Landscape", thank you!"

    "Trouble, I need 300 copies of Costume & Beauty."

    “…”

    Because everyone has a stack of 100 newspapers, everyone's movements and speed are very fast, and the newspapers in their hands are quickly distributed. The teenagers who were in charge of delivering the mail also walked to the table on the other side spontaneously and in an orderly manner, and put the letters into the candy bag in a proper manner.

    Just when Su Qingxing and the others felt that the matter could be ended easily, a somewhat hurried figure rushed into the shop door, attracting their attention.

    "Looks like I've seen him somewhere."

    "I also think it's very familiar." Murong lowered his head and thought for a while, then suddenly realized, "Is it the person who came in to distribute the newspaper when he was in the dessert shop?"

    Before Su Qingxing hadn't woken up, this young man rushed in and threw dozens of newspapers and turned to leave, so he left some impression on Murong and the others.

    "Sorry, I just finished the emergency supplement, and then I heard that a new newspaper has arrived." If the boy was not in Food Planet, he might be sweating profusely, "Please put All the Local Policing papers for me, thank you!"

    After hearing what the young man said, Su Qingxing and the others discovered that there were still a lot of black and white newspapers in the corner, and the layout was similar to the newspaper they had read before.

    Before handing the newspaper to the boy, Chubai and the others took out a few newspapers and said to the boy, "Why don't these newspapers stay here?"

    "Of course." The boy nodded immediately, his expression still a little anxious, "I had to keep some to distribute to the guests coming and going here, you can get a few more copies!"

    After the boy left with the newspaper, there was no one else in the store except for everyone in Ghost Town No. 666, so everyone sat down around a certain table and began to study the book called "" Local Law and Order" newspaper.

    All newspapers seem to be the same material, and there aren't any dessert-like flashes, just pure black and white. And this time, the front page of the newspaper did not have a picture again, just a big line of words written in a shocking font—

    "Forty-five people were killed and their bodies were incomplete!"

    Under the title, there is also a very detailed description of the time and place of the killing, as well as several areas where the incident occurred. Later, in a very stern tone, he told residents near the dangerous area not to go out alone in recent days, or simply move to a safer place temporarily.

    According to the dangerous places pointed out in the article, Su Qingxing found that the murders...or cannibalism cases were mainly distributed in two blocks. But with absolutely no knowledge of the map here, no one knows exactly where the two neighborhoods are and how far apart they are from each other.

     Sitting there responsible for analyzing and interpreting the first words of the newspaper, read all the way down, and even recite the methods of self-protection when encountering danger and the skills of how to identify dangerous people, before being heard The sleepy Tong Yan shouted to stop, and sincerely asked Chubai to stop.

    "Brother Chubai, there shouldn't be any important points below, right? We'd better analyze the devil mentioned in the report! That guy should be the little girl we saw in the newspaper before. Right? What did you say earlier? Ogra?"

    "It's OgreFT, a perverted murderer named Ford Taut." Chubai corrected Tong Yan's strange thinking, and turned the newspaper directly in front of him, pointing to a certain place Say, "Isn't that the point that I almost missed?"

    Chubai seemed to have won, so he pointed to the small line at the end of the article.

    When everyone sitting around the table craned their necks to look at it, it was clear that the key point of the line was written - the portrait of the suspect is on the reverse side.

    "Well, this is indeed very important information." Tong Yan admitted defeat.

    What happened next surprised everyone, after all, before Chubai turned the newspaper to the back, everyone thought they would see the girl Qiao Lu mentioned before...

    But in fact, there are two different portraits of the suspects on the back of the newspaper, and they are a man and a woman.

    On the right is a photo of a young western girl, although the color is black and white, but it can be seen that her face is round and lovely, with some freckles, no heavy makeup on her face, and expression It is a state of calm and smiling. The light-colored long curly hair is scattered on the shoulders, and there is a large bow headband on the top of the head. The similar tutu skirt on the body makes the girl herself add some childlike feeling.

    It doesn't look like a man-eating devil, but a lovely princess ready to perform on the school stage.

    And the man in the photo on the left... a suit and leather shoes, with his back turned upright, his face thin and his nose upright, he is also somewhat different from an oriental person, and he also wears a pair of glasses in a decent manner. Looks a little serious.

    This is also a suspect of cannibalism?

    No, this kind of thing similar to a passport photo is what the newspaper calls a "portrait"? Su Qingxing felt that he had never seen such a realistic portrait of a criminal suspect.

    "I know this person." Chubai suddenly pointed to the male portrait on the left.

    "Anyone you know? No, is it someone Bai Chu knows?" Su Qingxing looked at Chubai, but the other party just shook his head.

    "It doesn't count as someone I know, it's just that I know him, he doesn't know me. After all, Bai Chu only saw this person's introduction in a book. At that time, this person had been dead for decades Now." Chubai's expression looked a little complicated, "This person is Ford Taut."

    "What, this is Tetete?! Are these two people actually teammates? One was a murderer at the time, and the other was a fan of Tetete later? Now idols and fans commit crimes together ?" Tong Yan still couldn't remember the name of the person in the portrait.

    "Qiao Lu, have you seen this person?" Su Qingxing turned to look at the wheelchair, and now there is only Qiao Lu who has seen other ghost town teams.

    "No." Qiao Li's voice rang out immediately, "I'm pretty sure that neither of the two teams that appeared within a kilometer here did not have this man, and neither did the blond girl's team. There are people like that."

    "Here." Death's finger also tapped in a row, "Two dangerous areas, two blocks, two prisoners, the distance may be very far."

    "Mr. Shen is right." Chubai nodded in agreement, "If Qiao Lu didn't pick up this Mr. FT nearby, then it's very likely that even this girl didn't find him. My idol is competing with me on the same stage.”

    "For a groupie, it might be so exciting to cry, right?" Mu Rong sighed, "However, since this newspaper has already been distributed, soon this young girl will Knowing the big surprise, Surprise!"

    Mr. Shen? Su Qingxing was stunned after hearing Chu Bai's name for the God of Death, and then looked at the God of Death beside him strangely. Could it be that this guy introduced to others that his name was...Shen Si?

    Although the **** of death...contemplation...it sounds very convenient, but when he thinks of this name, Su Qingxing feels that some things he deliberately want to forget have surfaced again, and some of them can't be forgotten after that.

    "Okay, that's all the information in the newspaper is currently." Chubai took out a pen from the pocket inside the white coat, "Let's list a few important doubts. ."

    "Where did this pen come from?" asked the curious baby Tong Yan online.

    "Don't ask unimportant questions..." Although Chu Bai said so, he still answered honestly, "I found it in the drawer of the bedside table in the room."

    After speaking, Chubai pressed the pen in his hand and started writing on another unwanted newspaper—

    First, how authentic is the newspaper information?

    Second point, if the information is true, is there acquaintance between the two suspects?

    Third, why eat forty-five people?

    The pen in Chubai's hand is like a bubble pen that children like. It squeezes out the thin chocolate sauce and writes words on the newspaper, leaving a strong chocolate flavor.

    However, the chocolate pen did not dominate the audience in the end, and everyone's eyes couldn't help but stay on the third question.

    "Even if you think about the first and second questions carefully, you don't seem to be able to think of a definite answer, but the third question... I also think that even if these two people are hungry, there is no need to eat them. There are so many aborigines, right?" Mu Rong felt a headache when she imagined that scene, "Even if you don't eat all the forty-five people, your stomach is not endless."

    How much can one person eat in one meal?

    If I eat two roast chickens in a row, can I continue to stuff it into my stomach?

    After all, the aborigines here are not little thumbs, but ordinary bodies with similar height, fat and thinness. In this case, how much did these two human-like devils eat?

    "It's like a bottomless pit." Qin Guan, who had been listening silently by the side, couldn't help but whisper, and suddenly jumped up from his seat in the next second, pointing at Tong Yan directly , "It is a bottomless pit! It is indeed a bottomless pit! They have been eating because they have never been able to eat enough!"

    The faces of the people around also changed greatly.

    "What's going on?" Tong Yan hasn't grasped the key points yet. "What are you pointing at me? I'm not that special, my staple food is strawberry-flavored marshmallows."

    "Qin Guan didn't mean to say that you are a murderer." Su Qingxing was also full of understanding at the moment, "He just wanted to say that these two murderers may be the same as you before, you can eat whatever you want. I can't fill my stomach."

    "No matter how much I eat, I can't fill my stomach?" Tong Yan thought for a moment, "But the reason why I can't eat is because I thought all marshmallows were the same, and later found out that I needed After the strawberry-flavored marshmallows, I filled up quickly."

    "What if... each aboriginal tastes different?" Death asked with a grim expression.

    “…”

    The scene fell into a strange silence.

    "If the staple food of murderers is aboriginal people, then they are likely to think like Tong Yan that all aboriginal people are the same and can fill their stomachs... But they didn't think that the aboriginal people are actually the same as Like the marshmallows in the flower bed, each one has a different taste." Su Qingxing broke the silence and summed up his thoughts.

    "So, I'm so hungry, I can only continue to eat." The **** of death tapped the table with his right hand, "People are different from marshmallows, and they can't even rely on color to distinguish the taste."

    Ghost Town Team 666 guesses like this—

    The staple food of these two contestants should be aboriginal, and the choice of such staple food may be because of Mr. FT’s hobbies and hobbies during his lifetime, and the young lady behind him respected Mr. FT.

    But not long after entering the food planet, the first wave of hunger hit, everyone began to find their own staple food and try to fill their stomachs.

    The two people thought that their staple food was the aborigines, and that every aborigines in front of them could fill their stomachs. But what they didn't expect was that each aboriginal might have a different taste.

    Thinking of this, everyone felt a little chill behind them, after all, they never thought about the taste of the aborigines. Perhaps this is the fundamental difference between them and the two murderers.

    When she left the reception, Miss Lemon once said that besides the main food, no matter what you eat will not fill your stomach, nor will the tormenting hunger disappear .

    Su Qingxing and the others have experienced that kind of hunger before, so they know how crazy they are when they are hungry. So they can imagine the two murderers desperately trying to eat, desperately trying to fill their stomachs!

    But most of the flavors they found were of different flavors. No matter how many dozen or even dozens of them were eaten, there was no way to fill their stomachs. There was only one thing they could do— Keep going, go eat more!

    "The aborigines here are very kind." Tong Yan said, "Whether it's the uncle of the boss here, the clerk of the former dessert shop, or the postman teenagers... They look like ordinary people. No difference, even better and kinder than a lot of people."

    Others also expressed their approval.

    At this moment, Su Qingxing found that the mentality of his teammates had changed. Before that, they never seemed to consider the existence of aboriginal people, and they didn't pay attention to these aboriginal people who walked around the food planet.

     But at this moment, there is concern in everyone's eyes.

    Worry for Aboriginal people.