Cooking in the Monster Shelter

The iron door leading to the basement was in a state of concealment, and a few dim gleams of light overflowing from the room could be vaguely seen through the slender gap.

Lin Yu cautiously stretched out her hand, and when her fingertips touched the icy door panel, she could feel a tremor deep in her bones—

For her, the **** battles and terrifying monsters are not worth fearing, but only this basement is the eternal shadow in her heart. Perhaps the emotion that has the deepest impact on mankind is not fear, but the guilt and sadness engraved in the bones.

"Don't be afraid."

Chi Yu's low but soft voice came from behind, injecting some vitality into the dead air around him: "I am here."

She nodded quietly and took a deep breath.

Then with his fingers, he personally pushed open the door that he considered taboo.

The first thing that catches the eye is a dim yellow halo, which is completely different from the imaginary scene where blood is flowing into a river and monsters are wailing everywhere. The room is so quiet that you can't see the blood.

There is no furniture in the basement, and the empty space is filled with the smell of old and decadent dust. The whole room adopts good sound-proof building materials, and no sound inside can be heard from the outside. In addition, the decoration is simple, and it can even be called a "bronze wall and iron wall", which looks like a secretly constructed dungeon.

A huge black ball with a diameter of more than two meters stood in the center of the basement, and at first glance it looked like dirty black water condensed into a ball. The sphere seemed to have life, squirming gently from time to time under the illumination of the dim light, making the sound of chaotic water flow.

"That's the devil in the basement." Lin Yu explained patiently, sounding like a mosquito. "It was badly injured and could not be transformed into a human form. It could only live in the basement of the club to recuperate. It is precisely because of this that the club owner has a chance. Make a deal with it-the devil gives us power beyond ordinary people, and the boss provides it with sacrifices on time to restore our strength."

After she finished speaking, she held her breath and looked around nervously.

The black ball didn't seem to be hostile, but stood weakly in the center. This is obviously not the style of a deceiver. If you want to play Lin Hao better between the palms of your hands, you should let the devil attack them like crazy... What is the current situation?

The doubts in his heart had not subsided, and there was a sound of footsteps behind him. Concubine Lin felt a little, frowning and turning her head—

A teenager was escorted to the door of the basement by two staff in black uniforms, and then stepped into the room alone without a word. The staff closed the iron door in the corridor and left on their own. The young man raised his eyes to face the monster and walked towards it slowly without hesitation.

As the light gleamed and the light and shadow flowed, Concubine Lin could clearly see what the young man looked like.

It was a face she couldn't be more familiar with, Liu Ye's eyebrows were slender and beautiful, her slender eyes were slightly raised, her tightly pressed lips were pale and bloodless, but she had smooth and graceful lines. He looked weak and quiet, incompatible with the gloomy atmosphere around him, but there was no fear or retreat in the boy's eyes. When he looked straight at the pure black demon, his eyes were full of unrelenting determination.

Qin Zhao.

She said the name silently in her heart, and her heartbeat could not help but speed up a lot. The current situation should be that Qin Zhao stunned her, and then entered the basement to complete the sacrifice instead of the latter, and the deceiver's intention was obvious-let Lin Hao see the scene when Qin Zhao died for her.

The boy seemed unable to see her and Chi Yu, and walked straight to the center of the room without squinting. At the same time, the devil made a strange laugh, and his voice was vague: "Closer...closer."

No, you must never approach it.

Concubine Lin secretly gritted her teeth, her memory unconsciously regressed many years ago.

Everyone knows that every once in a while, the club will provide strangers to demons as sacrifices. The people selected as sacrifices will be sent alone into the basement. No one knows what they have experienced. The only thing that can be determined is that the sacrifices will never survive.

There is a lot of discussion among the athletes. Some people speculate that the pure black ball will open its mouth in the middle and engulf the intruder mercilessly. Others say that the devil will briefly transform into a human appearance. Sacrifices are broken and eaten bit by bit like enjoying food.

There are all kinds of strange conjectures, no matter what kind of them, Lin Hao didn't want to see Qin Zhao as the victim.

Almost subconsciously, she took a step forward, trying to pull the boy in front of her back to the door. But before he had time to reach out his right hand, Chi Yu grabbed his wrist behind him.

His palm is cold, like a piece of white jade without temperature, and his voice is equally cold: "Don't be impulsive, it's just an illusion."

Concubine Lin stared blankly at the tall and thin back of the young man. Qin Zhao didn't say a word, exactly as she remembered. No matter what the situation, his back was always straight.

"It smells so hungry..."

The devil's murmur echoed in every corner of the basement, and the murky voice was reminiscent of a lifeless quagmire.

The black ball began to tremble in the low whispers, splitting strips like tentacles from the surface of the sphere, and at the same time, a lip-shaped hole was opened in the center of the black ball, widening like extreme hunger.

Lin Yan shuddered all over, and her eyes widened motionless.

The tentacles stretched forward, confining most of Qin Zhao's body, and then violently recovered his strength, pulling his whole person into the wide open gap of the ball.

It's like putting food into your mouth leisurely.

At this moment, Lin Yu vaguely sensed a soft and swift wind passing by her ears, and then her eyes went dark, and her sight was covered by something exuding mild heat—

Chi Yu stretched out her right hand to block her eyes, trying to prevent the latter from seeing this extremely cruel picture in front of her. His voice became extremely hoarse for some reason, and when it sounded low and deep, it looked like a feather across his eardrums: "Don't look."

He behaved extremely calmly, as if he was out of touch with everything here, his tone was horribly cold. While these two words were being exported, Chi Yu's eyes never left the center of the basement.

As the boy's body was gradually swallowed by the black ball, the wide open cracks gradually closed, tightly fitting together, and there was no trace of any cracks. There were no blood stains in the basement, let alone traces of struggling. Everything that happened just now was like a dream, except that the boy in the white shirt could not be seen.

Concubine Lin heard the devil let out a contented low smile, and in this weird and harsh laugh, a voice that she was so familiar with sounded without warning—

It was Qin Zhao, who had been swallowed by the devil, talking to her. The original Qing Ling's soft voice was hoarse and full of hatred: "I blame you."

The dead Qin Zhao said to her: "You killed me. Everything is your fault... Obviously the person who escaped should be me."

In the darkness of vision, Chi Yu's voice followed: "Don't listen to him, Concubine Lin. That is just a trap created by a fraudster, not the real Qin Zhao."

Of course she knew that the sound in her ears was nothing but an illusion, but what she had to admit was that these words were indeed the truth.

If Qin Zhao didn't come to the basement to make sacrifices for her, he would not have died in vain so early. According to the normal trajectory, Lin Yu should be the one who lost his life, and he will be rescued by the task force that day, and he will live a life no different from a normal person. He is proficient in music theory, has received a long period of compulsory education, and has an approachable personality. He is much better than Lin Jia who grew up in the arena since he was a child. If he can survive smoothly, his life today will certainly not be too bad.

She was able to live so long without worry, but in the final analysis, she actually stole the life that should belong to Qin Zhao.

Concubine Lin raised her eyelashes, firmly held Chi Yu's right hand blocking her eyes, and slowly moved it away.

The dim yellow light flowing in the basement flooded into the line of sight again, and the black ball disappeared somehow, replaced by a young man covered in blood standing in the center of the basement.

Qin Zhao's red eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, and wisps of blood overflowed from the corners of his eyes and lips, dripping silently to the ground. There was nothing in her empty eyes except hatred and resentment. When she stared straight at her, they looked like two knives piercing the heart: "It's all your fault... I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

When the words fell, the blood gathered at Qin Zhao's feet actually floated out of thin air, rushing towards Lin Hao with a thunderous force. She was in a daze without time to dodge. Fortunately, Chi Yu's eyes were quick and she used her arms to block the blood droplets coming from her like bullets.

"It's not like that. Qin Zhao... never thought of it like this before."

There was a bone-piercing pain from the blood dripping through his arm. Chi Yu gritted his teeth and looked back at her, with a forbearance and determination. The boy's pupils are dim and unclear, and the pure black that covers them is like the night sky. When I look closely, I can faintly glimpse the turbulent dark tide rolling under his eyes.

Although he tried his best to suppress all emotions, Lin Lin could still feel the sadness and melancholy that could not be removed from it, like a cloud of deep and heavy ink spots, quietly fainting in his eyes.

Chi Yu pressed her lips in the middle of speaking, her heart was like a drum, and even her voice trembled slightly: "'Not like this'? But you are not Qin Zhao, how can you understand his thoughts?"

"because I-"

His eye sockets were slightly red, and he choked in his throat halfway through the words. Just a very brief moment of staring at each other, and the broken glass-like eyes were enough to make Lin Jiao hold his breath.

Chi Yu's expression was gentle and restrained, and his eyes seemed to hide tens of thousands of heavy feelings, and his mouth seemed to contain so many unspeakable words, but he dared not show it at all. He could only be extremely urgent but also extremely timid. Look at her.

There was silence in the small basement, and even the violent heartbeat was clearly discernible. It's a pity that Chi Yu didn't continue speaking. Instead, there was a crazy laugh from the corner that sounded familiar: "Yes, you are not Qin Zhao. What qualifications do you have to speak for him?"

This is the voice of the fraudster.

Lin Yan frowned and looked sideways, just to meet the man's half-squinted eyes. As the illusion maker, the deceiver can come and go freely in this space, and now he appears in the basement without warning, with an ironic sneer on his face, obviously ill-intentioned.

"Why, are you still unwilling to tell her the truth?"

The defrauder turned his gaze to Chi Yu as he said, and the corners of his mouth raised a cold arc: "You are really stubborn... In that case, why don't you let me help you?"

Chi Yu's tone was colder and harder than before, even with a bright killing intent: "Shut up."

"It's really chilling, I just want to be kind to help." The man blinked his eyes pretendingly, but his eyes narrowed badly into crescent shapes. "He obviously did so many things for her, but he refused to say a word. You don't think it matters, and I, a bystander, can't help but feel distressed."

Chi Yu... did a lot of things for her?

Concubine Lin turned his head hurriedly, but the young man beside her deliberately didn't look at her, curling his eyebrows to look at the deceiver standing not far away.

"Are you ready? Little girl."

The deceiver grinned at her, his sweet voice filled with a smile, and it sounded like rotten honey: "I have created more than one illusion for you. Lin Hao's dream has come to an end. Next, please, everyone Looking forward to the gift carefully prepared by me-the fantasy of Chi Yu or Qin Zhao."

As the voice fell, the surrounding scenes changed abruptly.

Concubine Lin could not hear the deceiver's frantic grin, nor could he see Chi Yu's right hand hurriedly stretched out to her. He only felt that the cold and humid atmosphere all over her body disappeared, and then she was relieved before realizing that she was in someone who had never been involved before. local.

It was a Nordic-style hall with simple and clean decoration. The warm daylight projected from the glass windows into the house, like bits of gold scattered all over. Two familiar people sat on the dark gray sofa, and she saw Chi Yu on the left at a glance.

He looked like he was only seventeen or eighteen years old. He was wearing slightly loose white home clothes. When covered by the sun, his fluffy and soft hair shimmered with a pale golden shimmer. This appearance is far from him now. If it weren't for the exact same face, Lin Lin would almost instinctively think that he was another person.

"I promised your parents to take good care of you."

Another person sitting beside him said: "This muddy water will never let you drip."

She knew this voice.

Concubine Lin widened her eyes in disbelief and focused her gaze on the face she was so familiar with.

That was Jiang Zhaonian, the former captain of the task force.

Can't figure it out, can't figure it out at all

Concubine Lin stood there blankly, watching the two people sitting side by side in the living room quietly.

Jiang Zhaonian was the captain of the task force who rescued her from the Cracked Club, and he is also the half-adoptive father of Lin Hao; Chi Yu is an anomalous human who has been imprisoned in the sixth underground floor all year round. According to Dracula, almost never Will not appear in the living area. They don't seem to have too many points where they can converge, and it is even more impossible for them to have a good relationship sitting on the same sofa and discuss something together.

As in the basement before, the people in the illusion can't see her, and can only talk without anyone else. Lin Yan carefully examined the appearance of the two of them, and clenched her lower lip secretly.

Although Chi Yu's appearance hasn't changed much, his temperament is different. He is so gloomy and solitary that Lin Yu is familiar with, and he has never spoken with a cold face. Even if he occasionally smiles at the corners of his mouth, he is full of disdain and contempt; but the young boy in front of him has bright and soft eyes, if it is said that it will be a few years later. Yushen's bottomless pupils are reminiscent of a dark quagmire, so his eyes here and now are more like a clear and bottomless stream, flowing gently and slowly forward, occasionally rippling a little beautiful ripples.

For no reason, she thought of Qin Zhao inexplicably.

"I understand. But besides me, there is no other suitable person, right? The crack club has a strict hierarchy, and the inspection and assessment system for the staff is particularly strict. The shelter cannot place undercover agents among the staff, and can only pin their hopes on Among those who fight against monsters."

Chi Yu smiled lightly, unable to hear any extra emotions in his tone: "If you want to survive the competition with anomalous creatures, you must have a good degree of fighting skills; in order to find out the organizers behind the crack club, you need to go through Sneak and search related training; at the same time, you must be loyal to the shelter from beginning to end to ensure that you will not give up or surrender to the enemy; most importantly, the people forced to compete in the club are almost all young people in their teens and twenties. People, looking at the entire shelter, there are only a handful of people in this age group. Judging from the above several aspects, I am the best person to perform this task."

task…?

The light gauze enveloped her heart was poked a small hole by this word, and the secrets that had troubled Lin Hao for so many years finally surfaced little by little. She should have been happy, but now she is filled with anxiety and fear.

I don't know why, she is actually a little afraid to reveal the cruel truth in person.

Jiang Zhaonian sighed intently, and rubbed his eyebrows helplessly: "No, I don't agree. The Cracked Club is too dangerous, and you will lose your life if you make a mistake. Your parents have already had an accident in the mission. As their friends, I don't Allow you to join the muddy waters of this nine-dead life."

"I learned from you and my parents since I was a child, so I can join the task force when I grow up?" Chi Yu took a sip of water from his teacup and squinted his eyes in the rising mist. I was prepared to take risks. What's more, the Cleft Club killed countless people in vain, but the boss behind him has been unable to find out his identity. If he does not find his identity and behind-the-scenes organization as soon as possible, more people will lose their lives as a result. We can't delay any longer."

Jiang Zhaonian was silent for a long time, staring at him dimly. After a while, the man seemed to finally compromise and sighed: "You are so stubborn, you can't be stubborn."

He paused for a moment, and leaned back on the sofa cushions: "This mission is extremely dangerous. Because the arena only recruits slum dwellers who are in debt or sold into it, in order to conceal the true identity of the undercover agent and prevent the club from suspicious. We will prepare an impeccable fake identity for it, so as to better blend into the "crack." That is to say, in the process of performing the task, you must turn yourself into a completely different person and abandon everything you have now. : Appearance, name, shelter in the asylum, and even your entire life... Even so, do you have to stick to it?"

With every heartbeat beating **** her chest, Lin Jia stared blankly at the young man close at hand, her eyes flushed uncontrollably.

She thought of Chi Yu's inadvertent closeness and the expressions of the young boy's eyes when they were alone. Numerous mysteries were solved, and she gradually approached the truth little by little.

It has always been Chi Yu.

He has always been by her side.

But he never told her the truth, even if Lin Lin deliberately approached, she always deliberately stayed away awkwardly and pretending to be bored, just like those strangers who didn't know each other.

It's too much.

"Do you even have to change your name and appearance? Ah... I've heard that there are instruments in the asylum to temporarily change the appearance, so let's use an inconspicuous public face."

The teenager sitting in the sun bends his eyes, and the shining clear eyes are reminiscent of the crooked little moon: "What is the name? My mother's surname is Qin, and his father's name is Chi Zhao-that is,'Qin Zhao' How?"

Qin Zhao.

The name fell on Lin Yan's eardrum so clearly that she couldn't help but hold her breath. It was also at this moment that the surrounding scene was distorted and changed again, the warm and soft sunlight disappeared without a trace, and the gray and decadent walls and the blood-stained floor were in sight. Nowhere else, it was the crack club prepared for the players. s room.

At this time, Chi Yu had successfully entered in with the identity of "Qin Zhao". When Lin Yan looked down, he could see him sitting in the corner with his back leaning against the wall.

He seemed to have just stepped out of the arena, his arms and back were cracked with blood-stained gaps. At this moment, he was slightly awkwardly bandaging his wounds. Although he tightened his brows with pain, he still clenched his teeth, no. There was a little noise.

He was unskilled, and it was hard to reach the wound behind his arm, and his movements were a little stiff. Suddenly a slender black shadow shrouded from above, Lin Hao and Chi Yu looked up together and saw the indifferent little girl who was also a teenager.

"I'm so stupid, can this little injury be handled well?"

Although she used a contemptuous and impatient tone, she squatted down with a frown after speaking, and grasped Chi Yu's sleeveless arm.

The sudden cold touch made the latter face red with shock, and the red tide spread from the tip of the nose to the base of the ears. He tried to withdraw his hand in a somewhat cramped manner, and even he couldn't control his words: "I, I can do it myself...really!"

The girl glared at him blankly and did not pay much attention to it. Instead, she picked up a cotton swab and dipped it with iodophor and smeared it on the **** mouth of his arm quite familiarly.

Because of long-term exercise in the shelter, Chi Yu's arms are thin but powerful, and can clearly see smooth and beautiful muscle lines. The little girl who rubbed the medicine never showed any special expressions, on the contrary, as the man, he was not used to being watched so straightforwardly by others, and kept his head down silently.

Chi Yu's resistance consciousness reached its peak after the arm was bandaged. Seeing Lin Yan involuntarily pulled his shirt and took it off, trying to continue to clean the scars on his back. The boy flushed with shame, and grasped the former wrist: " No, no, no! I, I will do it myself...!"

The little girl's movements did not change, and her peach blossom eyes stared at him: "Are you a rubber man with arms that can stretch freely and reach your back easily?"

Chi Yu was stunned: "No."

She continued to ask: "Do you have eyes behind your back?"

Chi Yu answered honestly: "No."

Lin Hao gave the final word, with a strong tone: "Then please use your own strength to find out the exact location of the wound on your back, and then reach out and apply the medicine on it."

His strong support instantly weakened, and after a brief confrontation with the little girl in front of him, he finally confessed his fate, turned around obediently, and told her in a very small voice: "...Thank you, please."

So Lin Ma, who was a teenager, began to help him put on medicine and change bandages seriously. Contrary to her indifferent expression, Chi Yu looked like sitting on pins and needles. Even though she did not face each other, she occasionally covered her eyes with her free palm, and even covered her face with flushing crimson. color.

Even his back was trembling lightly, shy and almost cute.

This is the real Chi Yu, gentle and introverted, blushing easily at a loss. Concubine Lin thought, why did he become such a surly character when he met in the asylum later?

—And why, even if she hides alone in the cold and silent cage of the sixth underground floor, she never tells her the truth?

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