Cooking in the Monster Shelter

The deceiver looked at the picture in the illusion stiffly, his mind was empty, and only four characters emerged: He is a ruthless person.

The plot development completely exceeded his expectations. The prey who was supposed to be fleeing became a cruel hunter. Not only did he not show any fear and fear, but instead performed various shows in the level of **** difficulty, and rushed forward. All of the monsters are killed in seconds.

Those six relatives did not recognize the expressions and the fluent movements. People who didn't know thought that Lin Hao was the super boss, and came to slaughter Xinshou Village when he had nothing to do.

And the boy who doesn't speak much beside her...

The fraudster knew his true identity, and never expected that Chi Yu would follow him into the fantasy world. However, although his existence is abrupt, it shouldn't pose a big problem. Once the final truth is revealed, both he and Lin Hao will not escape bad luck.

"I said," Chi Yu swiftly avoided the monster's attack, slashed the opponent's back with a palm, finally smiled and looked at Lin Ma, "If the fraudster sees this scene, he will definitely get angry. ?"

"Whatever that guy thinks," Lin faded a smile, staring blankly at the monster lying in front of her, "It's just a coward hiding in the illusion, it's not scary at all."

This anomalous creature was covered in blood, wearing a thin white coat that was stained red with blood, with some bandages scattered on his face, so he couldn't see what he really looked like. She was thin and thin like a bamboo pole, her limbs were as thin and long as branches, her deformed body was full of bloodstains, and her mouth was wailing because of pain, and her heart-piercing grievances filled the entire space, which made her feel truly satisfied. Not good.

Judging from the appearance, it should come from Lin Yu's bony and scarred memories when she was in the club.

The club treats all players as disposable items, so it doesn't take much effort to care for and heal injuries. Her daily food is only steamed buns and vegetables and white rice. She is thin and small, almost skinny; because the club lacks professional medical institutions, after being injured, she can only be simply treated by unskilled underground doctors or take medicine by herself. Taking some painkillers and bandages that treat the symptoms but not the root cause, there are always deep and shallow wounds on the body.

The day she met Qin Zhao was when she was most embarrassed.

The opponent was the mutated Leopard Girl, both speed and strength far surpassed ordinary humans. Concubine Lin resisted with all her might, although she won the final victory, she also ended up with bloodstains. After the competition ended, he stumbled back to the room, only to realize that two newcomers had never met.

All the players are placed in small rooms on the basement floor. There are about five to seven people in each room. Whenever someone dies, a new person will be found to fill the vacancy.

The young man who lived in with Qin Zhao was physically strong and was twice the size of Lin Yu. He was sent to the crevice club because of debts. His anger was filled with his stomach and there was no place to vent. When she saw her return to the room embarrassedly , I thought I had found a soft persimmon for venting my breath, so he gave out a sneer: "What is this thing, it's so dirty and disgusting, don't dangle in front of Lao Tzu. Get out of me!"

He raised his fist while talking, and the audience was silent, no one stepped forward to stop--

The law of survival of the fittest prevails in the club. Everyone’s life and death are not valued, and there is no such thing as a “sense of justice”. Rather than being a hero without thinking, most people are more willing to curl up in a corner. Enjoy a splendid show in the unchanging boring life.

Of course, the character who made them laugh in the play was definitely not Madam Lin, but the young man who had just arrived.

Although she was small in size, Lin Hao, with her dare to fight hard and her excellent survival instinct, made her way through nine deaths time and time again. In terms of her performance, she is the most won in the entire house. One; in addition, this little girl has a gloomy and uncertain personality, always staying alone in the corner of the room, not talking to anyone, at first glance she is a bad-tempered master, so everyone is very sensible not to provoke, and give her one Very loud nickname: the butcher machine.

The young man was in a bad mood, so naturally the injured Lin Concubine was the same. She didn't have much patience, and was about to raise her fist to knock him away, when she suddenly heard a clear and soft voice: "You can't justify such a girl by any means?"

As the voice fell, the young boy's slender back stood in front of her.

Qin Zhao looked weak and weak, like a child spoiled by wealthy people. In any case, he would not be involved in fighting. If he really had a conflict with that fierce man, of course he had no chance of winning. Therefore, the so-called "hero saves the beauty" plot did not appear. Although Qin Zhao resisted, he was punched in the cheek by the opponent, making a sympathetic muffled noise.

The onlookers chuckled and chuckled. After touching Lin Hao's icy gaze, they were slightly startled, pretending to have nothing wrong, and quickly closed their mouths.

The man was about to curse and continue to attack, but unexpectedly felt a gust of wind flashing around him——

Concubine Lin, who had been silent for a while, took a step forward, dexterously avoiding the oncoming fist, and slashed the man's neck with a palm. She has a lot of strength, and the other party has no time to do more struggles, so she stopped all over and fell straight to the ground, unconscious.

Since she started her hands, the dispute has ended inexplicably, and I don't know who it is who shouted, "Oh, heroes save the beauty! Wonderful and wonderful!"

"Uh……"

The white jade-faced young man stared at her blankly. At the end, a cloud-like crimson color rose from his ears, holding his side face and smiling awkwardly: "That, thank you for saving me."

In fact, he is the one who wants to save people.

Ah, it's so embarrassing. He squeezed his fist secretly as he thought, his face became more flushed, and the other party would definitely treat him as an idiot.

Lin Yan didn't pay much attention, and walked forward without squinting. But Qin Zhao seems to regard her indifference as the awkwardness and shyness that little girls often have, and regards leaving soon as approaching him, so there is no wit to leave, instead, he takes a step forward and stretches out towards the little girl in front of him. Right hand out.

Then he raised his index finger carefully and unskillfully, and gently wiped away the blood stains remaining on her face: "Will such a small girl be sent in too? It must be painful?"

Strange people, completely incomprehensible behavior.

Lin Lin subconsciously wanted to step back, but felt at a loss as he had never done before. She is accustomed to killings and intrigues, and can remain sober and cold under the attack of any scourge, but it is so ordinary gentleness that makes her instantly dazed, not knowing what to do.

Perhaps since then, Qin Zhao has taken special care of her.

He can't get rid of the habitual thinking of the outside world. When he sees her often alone in the corner, he feels that Ms. Lin is a poor child who is lonely and has no friends in the club, so he often talks to her intentionally, even if not. When I respond, I will keep talking with a smile.

He told her many things about the outside, such as the bright and spacious classrooms in the school, the strange online games, and the daily life in that world, film and television dramas, novels and music. When talking about piano music, Qin Zhao even stretched out his hands, his ten fingers flicked flexibly in the silent air, and soft notes hummed softly from the boy's throat, floating into the night.

At that time, Lin Yan pretended to be indifferent, but her ears were firmly caught in the music. Occasionally, she would quietly turn her head and focus her gaze on Qin Zhao's fingers——

It was a pair of white and flawless hands, which looked like high-quality suet jade under the light of the corridor. Unlike her fingers, which are covered with wounds and calluses, you only need to glance at it hastily to know that he was born in a wealthy family with no worries about food and clothing, and does not need to work hard for survival.

Such people should be standing in the dazzling sunlight, not in the gutter where mice gather, worrying about survival and bread.

Thanks to Qin Zhao's unilateral efforts, their relationship has finally gradually become acquainted. But contrary to expectations, the script he imagined that "the gentle brother helps the autistic girl regain confidence in life" tragically declared bankruptcy——

Because Lin Yan always has a cold face and possesses monster-level combat power, although Qin Zhao is indeed taking care of her without complaint on weekdays, in the eyes of other people who don’t know the truth, they have become "surprised! Some young man!" It’s a weird plot like "Dreams of fighting for twenty years, and going to a cold-blooded killing machine to eat soft rice day after day."

Qin Zhao, who learned of this, was full of resentment and said to her in the night: "That group of guys seem to be indifferent to everyone, how can they be so idle in their back? And the words'eating soft rice', It sounds like we two have that kind of relationship, basically..."

He said that his face suddenly blushed, then he consciously pressed his lips and stopped. He quickly lowered his head after catching Lin Hao's bewildered gaze, and stuttered to change the subject: "No, no, no! That, the taste of today's dinner. Not bad, right?"

Concubine Lin didn't understand the reason for his nervousness, so he pointed out directly: "Why are you blushing? Are you feeling unwell?"

Qin Zhao opened his eyes wide in shock when he heard the words, and then quickly took a step back, putting himself in the shadow under the corner, and replied in a self-deceiving tone without hesitation: "Maybe... a little fever. In short, you must not believe those who do not. Reliable rumors."

Lin Yu certainly wouldn't believe it.

Qin Zhao has always paid unilaterally between them, such as simply helping her deal with the wounds, giving some of the food to her, staying with her when she is lonely and sad, with an incredibly gentle smile.

But she didn't have anything, she didn't have the bargaining chip at all, except for a little bit of unnamed love that was sprouting and all her life, she seemed to be unable to give him anything.

In the days that followed, as before, Lin Hao still blocked and killed the Buddha in the arena, and did not communicate much with anyone other than Qin Zhao. Through in-depth contact, she learned that Qin Zhao was born in a wealthy businessman family. Because his father was obsessed with gambling, he had to be sent to the club to pay off his debts.

He can't change his gentle and gentle temper, and he is not familiar with fighting skills. Every time he comes down from the arena, he is scarred. Fortunately, he seems to have been favored by Goddess of Luck. He barely survived all the time, with full scores on the program's effect, and became a big hit for some time.

Just as Lin Yun was thinking about it, she suddenly caught a glimpse of the white light in front of her, and then Chi Yu's helpless smile sounded in her ears: "Rather than just wandering around, it's better to focus on the monster rushing towards you, right?"

She was in a daze, only to realize that a monster covered in blood almost rushed forward. Fortunately, Chi Yu stopped in time, and she was not cut through her throat by those sharp and long nails.

The restraint and shyness of the past seemed like a flash in the pan, but now Chi Yu has returned to the usual humiliating and hostile appearance, with a twitch in the corner of his eyes, provoking a mocking sneer: "Now is not the time to distract my mind--I'm not here. I care about you, but if you die accidentally, I will probably be lost in this illusion. Focus on it, for the good of both of us, understand?"

Concubine Lin did not speak, but nodded obediently.

They are now at the end of the building, very close to the basement. The atmosphere here is much more gloomy than other places, the light turns into a circle of mist that cannot be wiped away, and the faint yellow color makes everything look like an old yellowed photo. The iron door next to the aisle is tightly locked. If you hold your breath and listen carefully, you can hear the weeping and howling in the room.

She has only been to this place once, but she is extremely impressed—

If someone is seriously injured, it may not last long, and the administrator will throw him into the small room here and let him fend for himself. If you can survive the ghost gate successfully, you can return to the original multi-person house; unfortunately, this kind of situation is rare. In the damp and dark, lonely and helpless situation, most people will give up all hope of survival and silently. Die.

After a near victory in a battle with the werewolf, Lin Hao, who was seriously injured, was thrown here.

There is no light in the room, and the spreading humidity merges with the endless darkness. The only place where she connects to the outside world is the delivery port on the iron door-an iron plate that can be opened.

Before that, she had only received a simple bandage. The cut in her abdomen seemed to be continuously burned by flames, and the unbearable pain was like a vine crawling all over her internal organs, causing her to die in pain.

At that time, Lin Ma thought, maybe death was his only relief. She is fed up with the days of stealing her life now, not to mention that she has no family, no ideals, and no future. Whether alive or dying, there is no meaning.

Just as life was passing away a little bit, someone knocked on the iron door.

The meal delivery time has long passed, and the athletes, including Qin Zhao, are not allowed to leave the room at night. She couldn't figure out the identity of the comer. When she approached the iron gate blankly, she faced a pair of familiar dark eyes at the place of the food delivery gate. They were shining brightly by the light, reminding her of the stars shining in the sky.

It was Qin Zhao.

He lifted the iron plate and lowered his head. He smiled crookedly when he saw Concubine Lin, then put his other hand in the door, and handed him a pile of gauze, painkillers and a few steamed buns.

"Can you continue?" The boy's tone was full of concern, showing a somewhat obvious panic, "I'm waiting for you outside, and I must come out."

Qin Zhao paused when he said that, trying to conceal the worries in his eyes, and continued to speak with a gentle tone like a small chat: "Although you have eaten dinner, but the injured should be more nourishment than others? What if? When I feel hungry at night, I eat these buns."

It turned out that he sneaked out of the room late at night, risking being discovered by the administrator and imposing severe punishment, just to give her some inferior bandages and crude steamed buns, and the buns were Qin Zhao's own dinner.

...What a fool.

Lin Hui was about to refuse, but he was absolutely interrupted: "You don't have to worry about me, a meal will not cost me my life, but you remember to take care of your body-speaking of it, if you think the taste of steamed buns is too monotonous, just put it Think of it as cream puffs."

Lin Feng blinked: "...cream puffs?"

"Yeah. Have you tried it? It's a small round dessert with cream and chocolate wrapped in puff dough."

On the other side of the iron door, Qin Zhao’s voice was gentle, mixed with a faint smile, and floated with the dim light outside the door: "Imagine you bite the puff in your mouth with a crispy shell Bread-like fresh grain aroma, soft cream bursts out after biting, filling the whole mouth. The taste of cream is clear and sweet. If it has been frozen before, it will also bring its own ice cream as silky Just a taste of the taste, you can’t help but smile."

Lin Yu listened to him quietly, and did not make a sound for a long while.

What does the so-called "puff" taste like?

She put her hands around her knees and curled her body into a ball. The cold and dry steamed bun in his mouth seemed to be transformed into a completely different kind of food with imagination, and the whole person was enveloped by the cool and sweet air.

The teenager outside the door stayed quietly for a while, and continued in a melodious and clear voice: "If you don't like to eat puffs, you can also try milk pudding."

"Milk pudding? Is it sweet too?"

"Of course. Unlike the puff, its whole body is elastic and soft, and it will sway around with a single tap, like a swaying snow-white ball."

Qin Zhao said so many things to her that day. At the end, the boy said to her through the cold iron gate: "When we escape from here together, I will make you many desserts with different flavors every day, not just cream bubbles. Fu, there are strawberry cakes, cookies, matcha towel rolls, vanilla milkshakes-you must work hard to make it through, otherwise you won’t be able to **** craft."

Those distant memories have long been blurred, but Lin Yu thought that she should have quietly shed a tear at the time, because she didn't want Qin Zhao to worry about herself, so she blocked all her crying deep in her throat.

The pain of the ants' heart-wrenching in his body tortured his reason all the time, and death followed him like a shadow. And the small room she was in was dark and gloomy, narrow and closed, and the dry blood stains filled the entire space with a rust-like decay atmosphere, and the darkness swallowed her whole body like a surging tide.

In such an embarrassing situation, Lin Yan slowly closed her eyes in the gentle narration of the young man outside the door, thinking of another world beyond the bars.

There are no endless killings and disputes, and they are no longer worthless toys. There is the warm sunshine without hesitation, the commercial avenues with flashing neon lights, the sweet, sour, salty and spicy food, and the young man named Qin Zhao smiling and waving at her under the halo.

The little girl who had always had a cold face finally lifted her mouth slightly, and showed a long-lost smile in her face covered with blood.

Lin Yu clearly remembered that that day, she pressed her lips and took a deep breath, put her right hand on the opening of the hole, and then carefully extended her little finger: "Then... it's so agreed."

The teenager paused for a while, then without thinking much, he stretched out the little finger of his right hand to hook her together.

That was the first time Lin had made physical contact with him besides healing each other.

Qin Zhaoli said very lightly, the skin of the knuckles was soft and white, like a ball of cotton floating on her fingertips. His whole body exudes a faint heat, like a flame passing over Lin Yanbing's fingertips like cold iron.

The beating frequency of the heart beats faster for no reason. If she and Qin Zhao were under the same roof at that time, the latter would be surprised to find that this little girl, who had always been cold, had reddened her cheeks unknowingly.

Because he stayed at the door for too long, Qin Zhao was unavoidably found by the patrolling night watchman, and of course he was beaten. When Lin Yan walked through the gate of the ghost, and finally managed to survive the hardest moment, and returned to the familiar small room, the boy grinned at her with a swollen nose and said, "You are finally back."

At that time, Qin Zhao's face was full of scars, but Lin Yu felt that she had never seen such a cute and likable appearance, so dazzling that people could not look away.

As if she was staring shyly, the boy blinked innocently and blankly like a puppy, then lowered his head in a hurry. He looked cramped and embarrassed, and his tone of voice was also cautious: "You, are you... scared by the wound on my face?"

He had never shown such a flustered expression even when facing the most difficult monster. So Lin Yu hugged him with feverish head, and gently buried Qin Zhao's head into Qin Zhao's warm chest. Through a thin layer of clothing, he could hear his accelerating heartbeat, like a heavy drum beating on his eardrum.

Qin Zhao seems to have become a statue that can't move, standing still in place——

After that, "the two or three things that the cold killer and Xiao Bailian had to say" spread more widely.

The memories of those days are cruel but nostalgic. Ms. Lin was expecting to live in the future that Qin Zhao described for her, but never expected that he would leave the club together, but he never came out of the club again.

On the sacrificial day not long after, he knocked Lin Yu who was supposed to be a sacrifice, and went to the forbidden basement alone. When she woke up again, he received the news of death from Jiang Zhaonian.

According to Jiang Zhaonian, when Qin Zhao was dying, he begged him to take a young girl named Lin Hao to escape from here, and was swallowed up by the monsters in the basement. In order to fulfill this promise, he rescued Ms. Lin and entrusted her to Lin Qingyan to take care of her. He would personally visit him when he was out of the task, just like a conscientious old father.

At that time, Madam Lin didn't think too much, but now I think about it, but I always feel that there are many things wrong.

Jiang Zhaonian and Qin Zhao are just a fate. It is very likely that no one knows the other party's name or name. As the captain of the task force, how could Jiang Zhaonian have nothing to do with the latter's simple sentence? Raised her complainingly for so many years? The task force saves countless people, and when they meet helpless orphans, they are often sent to the orphanage to live in. Wherever it takes to do it by themselves, if they are entrusted to devote all their energy to complete it like this, the task force will not Has it become a caring institution?

She has tried to solve these doubts, but she can only find two possibilities if she wants to break her head. Either something unexpected happened in the basement that day, which caused Jiang Zhaonian to owe Qin Zhao's favor, or because...Qin Zhao and Jiang Zhaonian knew each other a long time ago, and the reason for helping her was purely for the sake of helping her. But the wish of an old friend.

There are many points worthy of scrutiny. But at the beginning, the young Lin Hao knew nothing about everything, so she could only be ignorantly sent to Lin Qingyan's house and became the adopted youngest daughter of Lin's family.

Jiang Zhaonian even got a forged resume for her, showing that she was a little girl who grew up in an orphanage. She had never experienced a **** storm that could not bear to look back, but lived the same way as all other ordinary children. Ordinary life.

As Qin Zhao said, she really saw the blue sky beyond the end in the outside world, the pavilions that stood tall like a silent giant, and the dazzling array of desserts. She sees the busy traffic and people coming and going, and she also has the perfect life that most people dream of: a warm and harmonious family, a beautiful and exquisite appearance, never spend more than pocket money, and have outstanding achievements all year round. But when standing personally under the morning sun, Lin Lin always missed the gentle and faint light.

It is not strong, nor is it eye-catching, but in that dark and long time, it really illuminates her whole world.

After Qin Zhao was declared dead, the light went out for no apparent reason. She was alone in the dark and at a loss what to do, she had to deceive herself and pretend that the light never went out--

The once indifferent and selfish grumpy little girl began to hide the truest emotions in her heart. Like Qin Zhao, she raised the corners of her mouth all the time. When she spoke gently and gently, her voice was like a bell ringing; there was a murderous chill in her eyes. Gradually faded, even when angry, he would habitually smile. This smile should be neither shy nor overly hearty, but as gentle as spring water, just like Qin Zhao often does.

She almost enthusiastically learned piano and cooking that she had never touched before, and gradually understood the small notes that lived in the black and white keys, and slowly understood that the seemingly simple cooking also hides unique and ingenious tricks. .

It was a completely different world from Lin Hao's previous life. She stumbled on her studies. Whenever her fingers were cut by the tip of a knife or scalded by splashing hot oil, she would involuntarily think: If it were Qin Zhao, she would not be so clumsy.

It is him who treats people tenderly and kindly, it is him who puts a smile on his face whenever he wants to, and it is him who wants to learn how to make delicious meals. Lin Hao was just a gloomy, lonely and incompetent bad boy from beginning to end, and could only look at the light brought by Qin Zhao from a distance and quietly.

And when the only light in her life went out, she step by step, little by little, let herself become the light that had disappeared.

Also became another Qin Zhao.

The memories in my mind came and went. Before I knew it, Lin Hao and Chi Yu had passed through the corridor and hall, and went straight to the stairs leading to the second floor.

After witnessing their relentless attacking methods, no monsters dared to step forward to find their own way, so the surroundings seemed deadly silent, and no extra sound could be heard.

There is no light in the invisible ladder, and the endless darkness is like a huge mouth in the abyss, with open lips waiting for the prey of the snare. As long as they walked through this distance, they would arrive at the door of the basement, which was also the most feared shadow in Lin Hao's heart.

"Are you ready?"

Chi Yu glanced at her diagonally, with a casual smile on the corners of her lips, as if she didn't care about everything, and even remembered to sarcast her: "You won't be afraid, are you?"

Concubine Lin took a deep breath and responded with a slight but sure voice: "Let's go."

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