Thriller Hunting Program

On the same night, Wu Shijiu and Lu Ling were transported to the cafeteria and began to study cooking skills.

Their task is to use existing ingredients to make braised pork rice.

As for who this braised pork rice is for...

Under the dim light, at the moment near the tables and chairs in the cafeteria, not the participating players, but groups of ferocious ghosts.

No matter how terrifying they look, they all have one thing in common: they all have a big mouth.

On the snow-white walls of the canteen, eight **** words were written: "At midnight, all ghosts eat together."

Below is the recipe for making braised pork rice.

So besides the seasoning, where are the main ingredients of braised pork rice?

In the operating room of the cafeteria, lay an unrecognizable rotting corpse, wearing a blue and white plaid school uniform stained with blood, 80% of which was the player who died tragically in the past two nights.

This is the only "meat" on the scene.

To make braised pork rice, the corpse must be dismembered and cut into flesh. If all the braised pork rice cannot be finished before twelve o'clock in the morning, the evil spirits who are not full will eat them.

In this regard, both Wu Shijiu and Lu Ling said that they wanted one hundred times over.

"Do you have to chop the stuffing to get the meat from the corpse?" Wu Shijiu retched, "Who the **** came up with this bad idea? I'll cut off his dog's head and make a plate of pig's head with sauce, to be a fart brine. Pilaf!"

"Well scolded." Lu Ling clapped his hands in a perfunctory manner, "But after scolding, this autopsy also has to be dissected."

"..." Wu Shijiu gritted his teeth with hatred, "We rock paper scissors, we will lose."

Lu Ling originally stretched out his hand, but finally glanced at her hesitantly.

"Forget it," he said. "I think you're clumsy. Don't waste your time."

He copied the boning knife on the console and walked towards the corpse.

Wu Shijiu was surprised by his willingness to volunteer, she followed him carefully, saw him take a deep breath, decisively raised the knife and cut open the corpse's chest.

There was a dull sound of "Pfft", it was the sound of the tip of the knife cutting through the flesh, the metal rubbed against the seam of the bone, and she heard a chilling hair stand on end.

The stench of carrion overflowed.

She didn't know why she was so fascinated, but when she turned her face away, she subconsciously covered Lu Ling's eyes and nose.

"...You don't let me see, how can I cut?" Lu Ling was speechless, "Blindly cut?"

She just woke up and quickly let go.

"You...you cut yours! I'll boil the water for you and prepare the seasoning, come on, Warden Lu!"

Lu Ling rolled his eyes: "Yes, there is something for the warden, there is nothing for the white-haired chicken."

"Hey, don't pay attention to those details." Wu Shijiu boasted casually without changing his face, "You know? You look very handsome when you dissect the corpse."

"Okay, enough, shut up."

For the specific method of braised pork rice, you can check it yourself if you are interested. In order to avoid being too verbose, I will not mention it for the time being.

The most important point is to chop the meat into scorpions.

Lu Ling put the cut pieces of meat on the wooden chopping board, changed two kitchen knives, and opened bows from left to right.

Wu Shijiu put oil in the pot and was about to stir fry the mushrooms. The hot oil splashed. She squinted at Lu Ling while covering her face with her sleeves.

Well, in fact, this kid has a fair complexion and good temperament, and his silver hair is really not ugly, and his profile is also very delicate.

Although he often owes money, there is no need to deny his appearance.

... Of course, that's not the point.

"Look at this human flesh, his hair is really developed."

"Let's make it, how can I still have time to shed my hair?" Lu Ling gritted his teeth twice, "I don't believe it, how can ghosts be afraid of piercing their mouths?"

"Ah, yes."

There are a total of ten steps stipulated on the wall, and no step will be a successful braised pork rice. In this way, the two have a clear division of labor, hurry up, and race against time...

Not even **** finished.

They are currently in Canteen A, where the evil spirits occupied fifty tables, but only had time to make twenty-eight bowls.

The clock struck twelve, and midnight came.

Lu Ling used the trolley to push the twenty-eight bowls of braised pork rice and quickly left the operating room, without looking at the **** corpse skeleton.

He never wanted to do this job again.

He forcibly suppressed his spontaneous nausea, but the next second, he suddenly felt a warmth in his arm, and it was Wu Shijiu who took his arm from the side.

Wu Shijiu looked vigilant and looked around anxiously: "We have to plan a route in advance, and when the ghosts who haven't eaten have gone crazy, they have to run quickly, and we can't delay for a moment."

Lu Ling's eyes stayed on her hand for a while, then turned away.

He felt that his mood was a little calmer.

"It's okay, it's not a problem to follow me then."

"Really? Can I trust my life in your hands?"

"You can't rely on anyone except me here."

Wu Shijiu shook his head solemnly: "You are wrong, I can still rely on my speed shoes."

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While speaking, the first table of evil spirits was close at hand.

Lu Ling picked up the braised pork rice and carefully placed it in front of the evil ghost.

The evil ghost's **** skull was still half-lifted, its claws digging at the edge of the table, its head plunged into the bowl and the rice splattered, making a whirring sound similar to a pig's arching groove.

Wu Shijiu gave a "tsk" in disgust, and the two kept on sending the braised pork rice to other tables.

This delivery took ten minutes.

Ten minutes later, trouble came.

The evil ghosts in the back were already ready to move, and they waited impatiently until all the 28 bowls of rice were served, they realized that they had no food to eat, and finally collectively became frantic.

The tables and chairs were overturned in an instant, and they roared sharply, rushing towards the two of them one after the other.

People eat food as heaven, ghosts eat as food and go into madness.

Lu Ling took a few steps back and threw the boomerang in his hand sharply, successfully intercepting the front row of evil spirits.

He raised his hand to firmly catch the returning boomerang, and was about to attack again, but his throat tightened. Wu Shijiu pulled his collar and ran back on his speed shoes.

He was dragged upside down like a mop, wiping the dining hall floor spotlessly.

Wu Shijiu shouted: "Dangerous! Retreat——!!!"

"...you let me go!"

Shit, he got it.

Tonight, all the classrooms in the art museum that were closed before are all open.

The trio of Guanyue and Ayako were chased by all kinds of art-related ghosts from beginning to end.

Some are holding a utility knife, some are holding a watercolor pen, some are wearing ballet shoes, and some are carrying a violin and drawing people with a bow...

The most terrible thing is that Jin Xia accidentally pushed open the door of a sculpture exhibition room, where every living sculpture was built by real people.

Being chased by **** ghost sculptures, Jin Xia felt that this would probably become a recurring nightmare for him for a long time.

Seeing that the ghosts are gathering more and more, it is like a Halloween party, and Guanyue Ayako danced for almost two hours without interruption, and her physical strength also turned on the red light.

Jin Xia's sense of responsibility is overwhelming. He thinks that he, a big man who has challenged the authority of the Time and Space Inspection Bureau, should not always hide behind other girls to seek protection.

So he decided to...

Carrying Guanyue Ayako, he rushed out of the encirclement first.

"Brother Chang! I'll charge you for cover!!"

Chang Su ran after him and wondered, "What's there to cover... that can be covered..."

In fact, he wanted to tell Jin Xia that there was no need to fight so hard, that he could carry the two of them at the same time.

But forget it.

There is always a place for a man's blood to vent.

...

The autumn wind was rustling, Ling Chengmu and Qin Ce's clothes were still dry, and they ran wildly around the campus in the second half, avoiding the willow branches that spread from all directions.

All enclosed buildings are blocked by a barrier, and entry is prohibited.

The entire Hongfeng High School has completely turned into a prison of thorns.

In the last hour, it was like a flood burst, and the blood wave swept the space where the two were.

Perhaps they will be submerged here before the night training is over.

Ling Chengmu was ups and downs in the blood, she began to think in her rage, what did she do in the past to be reduced from the chief prison officer to today.

...Fuck, no matter what you do, it must be done for Heaven!

If she could do it all over again and give her another chance, she would still be so cool, and fight to the end with the Dogecoin's Time and Space Supervision Bureau!

This dog system has no meaning to exist!

With one hand, she pulled Qin Ce, who was almost swept away by the water, back to her side, and complained angrily: "Executive officer, now you understand that it's not easy to be a blind person? You haven't survived those years, no matter how strong you are, you have to be greatly reduced. -Hurry up!"

She directly carried Qin Ce on her back, grabbed a willow branch in front of her, leaned out of the water, and tried to climb up the outer wall of the gymnasium.

The completely vertical outer wall was a test of arm strength, but before she could climb to the first target window, her pale hand stretched out from the bottom of the water, and it had already dragged Qin Ce's feet.

Qin Ce fell suddenly, and her strength was still a thousand jins, causing her to slide down several meters in an instant.

She turned to the side decisively, grabbed the willow branch with one hand, and clenched Qin Ce's wrist with the other to prevent him from falling into the blood.

The two maintained this difficult posture, swaying in the air, and the background was overgrown with leaves and blood, like the last scene of the doomsday.

Ling Chengmu gritted his teeth: "You're not going to say anything?"

"Do you want to hear what I have to say?"

"When this kind of situation occurs in ordinary film and television works, shouldn't you all say 'let it go, leave me alone'?"

Qin Ce sighed: "I'm sorry, I really want to say it, but considering that this is your body, I'm not sure whether it's you or me who died, so I decided to be more rational."

"..."

He pulled out the stick around his waist with his backhand, and hit down **** instinct, and he really hit something.

The strength between his ankles suddenly loosened, he grabbed the nearest willow branch, and while swinging to the outer wall, he also let go of Ling Chengmu's hand.

Ling Chengmu's pressure was relieved, she carefully confirmed his position and raised her voice to remind him.

"That's right, the gym window is above you!"

"Okay."

There is a blood moon on the horizon, and in this late night, I don't know when the dawn will come.