PFC Chapter 2804: Weird Feast and Nightmare (End)
Chapter 2804: Weird Feast and Nightmare (End)
Chapter 2804: Weird Feast and Nightmare (End)
Originally, they all thought that three would be eliminated when there were five people left, but they didn't expect that five would still be eliminated.
But the good thing is that two people didn't dare to write down their answers in this round. At least in the eyes of others, Schiller and Jerome, who had been eliminated once before, had no way to free their hands to write anything because as long as they didn't eat, their spines would be pulled out.
These two people are destined to be eliminated in this round, and the others only need to face the remaining three competitors.
Although the situation is not optimistic, if Dr. Sosip, who claims to know all the correct answers, does not participate, there is still a chance of winning.
After drinking this round of after-dinner drinks, the four people put down their cutlery. They waited anxiously for a while and found that they were not attacked. As expected, if there was no threat to their lives, there would be no problem if they simply did not eat.
They began to write furiously, but unfortunately, the only two people left who had just had their second glass of aperitif were already drunk and almost unconscious, and obviously couldn't write anything good, which meant that there were only two people left who were competitive.
In the case of a choice between two, the probability is still very high. The two people, one man and one woman, the man is short and thin, and the woman is not strong either. They don't seem to think that they have the ability to solve the problem physically, so after the initial hesitation, they decided to solve the problem with their brains, each writing their own and competing for this spot based on their abilities.
After they finished writing and handed in their papers, they immediately began to enjoy after-dinner drinks. They were worried that they would be the ones who would be eliminated and would have to rely on food to survive.
The chef took the answer back to the kitchen, and after a while the name of the eliminated contestant was announced. The woman won.
She almost cried with joy and sat there sobbing. She was the final winner, having defeated everyone present.
But suddenly the chef spoke again.
"The first course is an aperitif. Please write down your understanding of this dish on the paper in front of you. I will sort them according to the quality of your answers. One person will be eliminated in this round."
The woman's expression froze on her face, and then she made a sharp sound that did not sound like something a human could make.
"No!! You said you would let us leave after we finished seven courses!!!"
"Are you really done?" the chef asked.
The woman lowered her head in a trance. The plate in front of her was empty, but after her eyes became blurred for a moment, she seemed to see her head appear in the plate.
The woman was so frightened that she screamed, but when she came to her senses, she found that there was nothing on the plate. She stammered, "I finished eating, of course I finished eating, I also wrote down all the answers, I was not eliminated..."
"Well then, ma'am, you may leave now."
The chef made way for him, and the woman who heard this felt as if she had been pardoned. She didn't even have time to check if she had left anything behind, and rushed out of the restaurant like crazy.
Soon, the restaurant reopened.
The diners, dressed in fancy clothes, walked in. The survivors stared at their faces blankly and found that they were all old friends.
The last person to come in was the woman, with tears still lingering on her face.
The hand holding the cutlery began to tremble. A middle-aged man who survived by eating non-stop dropped the cutlery, trembling all over. With tears streaming down his face, he said to the others: "This is an endless cycle. It is impossible for us to leave here alive. If any of you can walk out, please tell my daughter that I will always love her."
His spine was taken out and his body fell onto the table.
The people who had just woken up from their dreams screamed in fear. At this time, Schiller, who had been busy eating, asked while eating: "How many reincarnations have you lived through?"
Jerome knew he was being asked, so he cut the food on his plate and said, "If I say this is my first success, would you believe me?"
"Of course, because you are stupid. Without my hint, you would not have survived until now." Schiller said very calmly: "What does it look like to fail in the game?"
Jerome's face was gloomy, obviously because of what Schiller said, but he paused and said, "If the seven dishes are not completed, everyone will be reset to the starting point."
“Why isn’t it done?”
"You didn't change any rules of the game." Jerome said, "I said you messed up everything just to paralyze you. In fact, in the original horrible restaurant, many people were eliminated in each round until only the last two were left."
"Sometimes I've reached the final battle before I even got to level 7. I found that winning the game at level 5 or 6 didn't stop the cycle at all. I thought there would be hope after completing level 7, but now it seems that's not the case."
"Because that's really not the answer," Schiller said. "Do you know when the first cycle began?"
Jerome paused, as if thinking about whether to share the information with Schiller, but he knew that he had been trapped here for too long and he urgently needed a way to leave. He saw hope in Schiller and he knew Schiller had a way.
"20 days ago." Jerome said, "All the abnormalities in the hotel started 20 days ago."
"It's much shorter than I thought," Schiller murmured. "I wonder if it's long enough for me to have a full meal."
The chef's eyes fell on him, and before anyone else could react, the chef came over again and said, "What do you think of this interpretation, sir? Oh, you don't have to stop and talk to me, because although you have already seen some of the secrets of this restaurant, if you stop, your spine will belong to me."
"You can't completely control this restaurant." Schiller sighed softly and said, "The ceiling is your territory, which proves that you probably live in the room above the restaurant and stole part of the control of the restaurant by polluting the ceiling."
"But you haven't completely erased the rules of a real restaurant. The restaurant only requires people to finish seven courses, not to be slow, and not to leave any leftovers, which is completely in line with the standard etiquette of Western cuisine. People who have finished can leave, and the leftovers become ingredients."
"If I'm not mistaken, the meal wouldn't have gone very smoothly. Maybe they would have interfered with the ordering or the meal, but they were not as cruel as you."
"The kitchen and waiters are still controlled by the restaurant, but you can use the monsters on the ceiling to slaughter diners wantonly, and then revive them, trapping them in a cycle of terror and despair. How many rounds of this game have you played in 20 days?"
The chef narrowed his eyes and said, "You know more than I thought, but I must remind you that no one walks out of this restaurant alive."
Schiller didn't want to waste time talking to him. He ate the food on his plate as fast as he could. Suddenly, he looked up and said, "How about we have a competition?"
"Compared to what? Do you have any new ideas?"
"You'll find out soon enough."
The moment he finished speaking, Schiller began to eat attentively, and his speed was more than twice as fast as before.
It seemed that it was time to start, and the chef had to stand back in his original position. Jerome looked at Schiller and said, "What's your plan? Maybe we can work together to get out of here."
"No need." Schiller even had time to speak. He said, "If all the changes in the hotel started 20 days ago, then the guy on the ceiling would not have become what he is now much later than the restaurant. Invading the restaurant may take some time, but not that long."
Jerome did not express his opinion, but just listened quietly.
"Before the ceiling monster invades the restaurant, the restaurant will send out all those who have followed etiquette and finished seven courses, and the rest will stay. Considering that most of the people here are rich, there will be many people who can get out alive."
"From another perspective, restaurants that are not contaminated need enough ingredients. In order to ensure adequate supply, they need enough people to stay, but not too many because the warehouses will be in a state of emergency."
"Judging from the size of these seven dishes, there is not much that actually requires diners to prepare the ingredients, so at most only 100 out of 30 guests will stay, and the number may be even less."
"Assuming that on a certain day 20 days ago, the restaurant and the ceiling monster mutated at the same time, and the ceiling monster took three days to invade the restaurant, then the restaurant was operating normally during these three days, which means that at most only 90 people would be left behind."
"After the restaurant was invaded, the ceiling monster seemed to have lost the ability to attract customers from the outside, so it created a cycle like this, making the last batch of customers before the invasion constantly play the role of diners, playing a desperate game."
"This cycle is not a real cycle. It is just an illusion created by an illusion. Their bodies are likely to have been placed in the cold storage. In other words, after the restaurant was invaded, there was no new food supply."
"But in the remaining ten days, the games he played all consumed real ingredients."
Jerome seemed to realize something, and he said, "You don't want to use up all the ingredients in the restaurant?"
"You've finally wised up." Schiller wiped his mouth with a napkin, looked at him and said, "So don't bother me from now on. I hope the remaining ingredients will give me a full meal."
Schiller's eating speed increased to a higher level. Now Jerome could hardly see how he put the food into his mouth. He began to wonder if there was a black hole in Schiller's stomach.
The chef seemed to realize what Schiller wanted to do, and he didn't seem to intend to pretend anymore. The dishes he served began to become more and more authentic, returning to the style of the terrifying human head.
This was obviously intended to slow Schiller down, because no one could eat these horrible dishes, some of which were too advanced even for a monster like him.
But Schiller eats everything.
Not only did he eat quickly, he also ate elegantly. The waiter in charge of the restaurant could not find any fault with his eating process and just stood behind him blankly, clearing away all obstacles for him.
When one plan failed, he came up with another. The heads on the plate began to turn into people Schiller cared about, but Schiller continued to eat them. The process of swallowing did not look like eating at all, but like a terrible abyss absorbing something. Deeper hunger means deeper madness.
Jerome chose to look away. He did not want to look directly at this madman. He was worried that he would be contaminated. The chef stared at Schiller. The world had changed in a way that he could not understand.
The flame of the red candle flickered.
The chef seemed to realize that the candles were the problem, but he couldn't get close to Schiller because Schiller kept eating without any breaks.
The restaurant will protect every guest who enjoys the food - this is the real rule of the restaurant, fast or slow is meaningless, you must want to eat, love to eat, and even be crazy about the food, otherwise you will not be able to leave this restaurant.
Schiller showed unparalleled love.
Schiller ate so fast that all the waiters lined up to serve him food, and the line was still moving rapidly.
The chef could only watch all this with a grim face. He exhausted all his disgusting imagination and made the most terrible dish in the world, but nothing could stop Schiller.
Clang.
As the last dish brought by the last waiter was completely finished, Schiller put down his cutlery.
The waiter smiled at him.
"I'm sorry, sir, we are running low on ingredients and can no longer provide you with any food."
As he spoke, all the waiters walked to the front and stood in a row. The chef also came out from the kitchen and stood in front of the chefs. The head chef could only stand by and watch them.
"We know you haven't eaten enough, and this is our fault. A restaurant that can't fill its guests' stomachs has no meaning to exist. We are extremely sorry for you."
"No need to apologize." Schiller wiped his mouth with a napkin and said, "The meaning of food is more than just filling your stomach. If it weren't for some people's interference, I believe I would have tasted the most perfect food here."
Everyone turned to look at the chef.
Then they slowly turned their heads and gave Schiller an identical smile and said, "Thank you very much for your generosity, but the restaurant has no choice but to close without ingredients. Thank you all for coming. Goodbye."
Using the same motion, they raised the knife to their necks.
Shit!
Blood splattered all over the place, and everyone fell down almost at the same time, like black and white piano keys being pressed at the same time.
At the same time, the diners sitting at the table fell down one after another. Some were stabbed in the chest, and some had their necks cut, frozen in the last moment of their death.
Schiller stood up, untied the napkin around his neck, gently blew out the candle, and turned to look at the chef with a creepy look.
Just when the chef thought he was about to make a declaration of victory, Schiller suddenly turned his eyes away from his face and looked at Jerome who was opposite him.
"Do you still have an appetite?"
The meaning behind that evil smile is self-evident.
Jerome smiled, raised his aperitif and said, "The night has just begun."
Schiller took out another match and said as he lit it, "I'm not a good cook, but I can find one. You're right, the night is still long."
They both turned to look at the chef at the same time, and the chef only saw hunger in their eyes.
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