Hell Chef: My ingredients are weird

"It's a day that I can't go on."

After eight o'clock at night, in the small shop deep in the alley, Song Yu lay on the counter and sighed helplessly.

In front of him were steaming instant noodles and a computer on the counter.

He took a sip of the instant noodles and looked at the webpage on the computer at the counter.

[Recruiting typists, 200+ a day, reliable daily settlement, only 50 yuan deposit...]

[Rent out your TT communication number, 80/hour, you can make money while lying down...]

[Like and follow the short video, one follow is 50 cents, it can be operated with only a mobile phone, a part-time job is a must for home-based mothers, we are waiting for you...]

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"Hey, isn't there a serious online part-time job?"

Song Yu continued to flip through the webpage. It is impossible to go out to work, and he still wants to live a few more years.

According to official statistics, the probability of being killed by ghosts and monsters while staying at home is only 1.2%.

Since he was sent to this world by a dump truck arranged by an unknown old Yinbi, he has eaten and stayed in this snack bar for more than two months.

I go out for a walk every day during the day, close the door before 6:00 pm, and go to bed after reading the news on the Internet. My life is extremely regular

Song Yu adhered to the principle of not going out at night.

Because he didn't know which corner would suddenly pop out of a ghost or something, so he didn't bother to find out why he owned a two-story snack bar under his name after he passed through and was unfamiliar with the place.

They come, the security.

The current main task is to stay alive.

"Bang bang bang..."

A soft knock on the door made Song Yu's hand holding the mouse freeze, and he looked at the two closed wooden doors.

It's so late, is there anyone outside?

No, after seven o'clock, it is impossible to see people on the street.

What you see may not be human.

Song Yu paused for two seconds, pretending not to hear the sound, turned off the computer, and prepared to go to the bedroom on the second floor lightly.

As long as I'm not curious, there's no danger.

Song Yu comforted himself from the bottom of his heart, he didn't want to fight the ghost again.

Although the so-called big fight was the result of the unlucky ghost who accidentally threw himself on a certain kitchen utensil in the back kitchen when he wanted to hurt himself the day before yesterday, but he never wanted to experience it again.

"Do me a favor... We are from the Special Affairs Bureau. My team member is injured and needs to rest urgently."

A weak voice came, making Song Yu's hairs stand on end.

Will they pretend to be human beings to deceive people?

Then he continued upstairs.

"I smell instant noodles, let's go into the house and rest for a night, and I can help you apply for a magic weapon from the bureau."

Amulet?

Song Yu didn't stop walking, it is very likely that he will play GG first when he opens the door, and there is no need for a magic weapon.

"There is still a generous reward." The male voice sounded again.

Song Yu stopped, walked catwalks to the door, and listened softly to the sounds outside.

Since he is so polite, if it is a ghost, it must be trying to trick himself into opening the door to commit the murder.

A deep female voice sounded outside, "Ahem... Team Liu, no one will open the door at night. I can't hold back anymore, and it will only drag you down. According to our current state, it's too dangerous to stay in the dark for a long time. Captain, you should leave quickly, we can't all get in."

The man scolded:

"What bullshit are you talking about.

"If you don't open the door inside, at worst, I'll break the door directly, and I'll pay you a new one at dawn. It's better for us to be fired than to die outside."

The voice outside the door gradually quieted down, as if hesitating.

"In? Where are your documents?"

After pondering for two seconds, Song Yu said.

Some ghosts will obey certain rules, for example, they cannot enter the door of human beings without being invited, and some ghosts cannot harm human beings face to face.

These laws are strange, but they are summed up with countless human lives.

"Give."

The corner of the document was tucked into the gap under the wooden door.

Song Yu took it in carefully, and quickly opened a software with a red and blue icon in the phone, and entered the ID number on it.

[Liu Feng, captain of the seventh team of the third group of the Liangcheng Special Affairs Bureau. ]

It matches the certificate, it is true.

Song Yu thought about it, went to the back kitchen and took a kitchen knife in his hand.

Then he slowly opened the old wooden door, and saw two people with disheveled faces outside.

The smaller woman was half lying down, and the man squatted beside her.

Both of them are looking at themselves.

"Come in quickly." Song Yu glanced at the darkness outside and said hastily.

He had already seen the opponent's special uniform, as well as the red and blue logo on the chest.

Liu Feng didn't speak, and walked in with the team members beside him.

Song Yu quickly closed the door and took a deep breath.

Turning around, he found that the man named Liu Feng was looking at him.

"Your colleague... are you okay?" Song Yu quietly hid the kitchen knife behind his back, without the slightest embarrassment of being unable to open the door just now.

Liu Feng shook his head lightly, "The situation is not optimistic, hello, you have confirmed our identities just now, and now there is an emergency, so I want to stay with you for one night, and I will leave at dawn, and someone will compensate you later."

Song Yu asked, "You won't bring danger, will you?"

"No, as long as we haven't been tracked in the dark for a long time, it won't cause you any trouble."

Song Yu nodded: "That's fine, but I only have one bed."

"It's okay, we just stay where we are."

Song Yu hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Are you... are ghost masters?"

Nearly half of the staff of the Special Affairs Bureau are ghost masters, who improve their abilities by fusing ghosts to fight against ghosts.

"Yes." Liu Feng hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Is there really a ghost inside you?"

Song Yu was full of curiosity.

The one I met before was too ugly, with a ferocious face. Now that I think about it, I feel chills in the vest. They are so brave that they can fuse ghosts to improve their combat effectiveness.

Liu Feng nodded indifferently. He didn't have the extra energy to deal with ordinary people's curiosity. He was frowning and looking at his team members at the moment.

She had no obvious trauma, but her face was sallow, she had heavy dark circles under her eyes, she looked like she had stayed up too much, and even lost most of her mobility.

Liu Feng knew the reason, but there was nothing he could do about it.

"Do you have water and food here?"

He turned his head to look at the owner. This is a snack bar, so there should be one.

"This... I really don't have any food. I have a recent economic crisis, so I don't have any extra food in stock. I'm afraid no one will open the door to sell it to us when I go out now, but there is water."

Song Yu said truthfully, then looked at the counter again, "But I still have half a bucket of instant noodles left..."

Liu Feng was helpless, "Forget it, can you pour me a glass of water?"

Song Yu seemed to think of something after a brief silence, and asked, "Have you caught the resentful soul?"

Liu Feng frowned: "Sorry, we can't tell you."

Song Yu said: "I heard rumors that it is difficult for you to eliminate ghosts. Usually, you will capture them and bring them back to the Special Affairs Bureau to eliminate them. If you have resentful spirits on you, I can get you some food."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Actually, there are three fried dough sticks in my store."

Liu Feng said eagerly: "Then bring it quickly, tell me how much it is."

Li Xinxin's state is very poor now. The two of them haven't eaten for more than a day because of the mission. Part of the reason for her falling into this situation is that she has lost too much energy and cannot support her current consumption.

"It's not about money. This is not an ordinary fritter. It can only be exchanged with resentful souls. One resentful soul can be exchanged for one fritter. I think you are ghost masters. Maybe you happen to have ghosts on your body."

Liu Feng's eyes sank and he stared at Song Yu.

Song Yu said again: "If you don't want to pretend to be me, I didn't say anything."

"One resentful soul can only be exchanged for one fried dough stick?" Liu Feng said slowly.

Song Yu nodded, "Yes, this is the ancestral precept passed down from generation to generation, and I cannot violate it."

"These three fritters are also inherited from the ancestors?" Liu Feng said expressionlessly.

"That's not true, I did it myself."

"So your ancestral training is to exchange resentful souls for food, but it has only been five years since ghosts first appeared." Liu Feng remained expressionless.

"It's possible that my ancestor...can prophesy?" Song Yu asked probingly, opening his eyes and talking nonsense.

Liu Feng took a deep breath.

"Get me a deep-fried dough stick first, and let me try how extraordinary your deep-fried dough stick is, but the premise is that I will give you the resentful soul, and you will not be killed by the resentful soul first."

Song Yu nodded repeatedly when he heard the words: "Don't worry about this, I have a solution."

Then he ran into the back kitchen, and came out again a few seconds later.

"Come on, Captain Liu, just put the resentful soul here."

Liu Feng looked at him with his hands stretched open, and he was still carrying a cloth bag of flour, and remained silent.

This is the noodle bag from his shop, right?

"Be careful yourself." Liu Feng said.

Then he groped around in his arms a few times, and took out a small jade bottle, which was tightly sealed with a wooden stopper.

It's just a resentful soul, even if it gets out of control after it is released, I can handle it easily.

Let's see what this kid is doing.

Seeing Song Yu nodding again to confirm, he didn't hesitate, pulled out the cork and poured it into the bag.