My staff is inhuman

Chapter 45 The Third Floor!

A woman with a bloody face and squeezed facial features held up a black lump of flesh.

Such an intuitive and stimulating picture made Zhang Yi's stomach start to churn.

He took a step back, but when he stepped back, his back foot seemed to be stepping on a void, and a strong sense of stepping on the void came over him instantly.

"Bang! Crack!"

The room in front of me exploded like glass.

Also at this moment, a mass of scorching burning sensation gushed out from Zhang Yi's chest, constantly pricking his skin, keeping his consciousness awake all the time.

Suddenly, in the darkness, one hand grabbed Zhang Yi's neckline and lifted it forcefully.

"Wake up, wake up!!"

Along with the shouting, Zhang Yi's vision became clear.

A fat man with a round face was glaring at himself: "Boy, if you want to die, go outside and die. If you dare to hide here and sleep, you will die."

Zhang Yi blinked, and looked around, the pale lights, and a few pigs hanging on the wall, which were obviously the refrigerators of the back kitchen of the hotel.

This...is the real hotel?

Same as the last theater.

Zhang Yi collected himself and put his hands on his chest.

This time the effect of the Ghost Head Necklace was faster than that in the theater.Probably because it absorbed the power of the theater shrine.

"Hey, I'm talking to you, did you hear me?"

Seeing that Zhang Yi didn't speak, the fat man shook Zhang Yi's collar vigorously.

"Sorry, I promise, there will be no next time."

Still not clear about his current situation, Zhang Yi hurriedly apologized, and glanced at the badge on Fatty's chest from the corner of his eye.

Sous Chef: Dong Hui

"Humph!"

Dong Hui let go of his hand with a dark face: "Go out, go out, don't let me see you appearing in the cold storage in the future, or I will let you taste my fist next time."

"Oh well."

"and many more!"

Dong Hui called to him: "There is one less waiter tonight, and you are in charge of making the lotus."

As he said that, Dong Hui's expression gradually became serious: "Remember, don't take the wrong plate, otherwise the chef will be very angry."

"remember."

"Go ahead and change your clothes."

Dong Hui waved his hand and signaled to leave quickly. After Zhang Yi left, Dong Hui complained cursingly, "What an idiot, he can't even find a place if he's lazy."

Speaking of which, Dong Hui fumbled in his pockets for a while, and after making sure that he found no cigarettes in every pocket, Dong Hui suddenly remembered something, reached out and patted the back of his head, and pulled his hair up.

"Crack!"

The brain shell was lifted, Dong Hui reached in and fumbled for a while, took out a pack of cigarettes, and stood by the door to smoke.

"Dong dong dong dong..."

After leaving the cold room, the kitchen is within two steps, where six or seven chefs are busy preparing ingredients.

Zhang Yi glanced at the time on the wall, it was four o'clock in the afternoon.

There are still two hours before the meal, let's figure out my current identity first.

He walked to the mirror and looked up and down at his current appearance.

Very thin, small, with several pimples on his face.

On the black work clothes on his body, the oil stains on the cuffs and frostbitten fingers, it seems that his identity should be a handyman in charge of washing dishes.

After groping in his pocket, Zhang Yi found a badge with his name written on it.

Zhao Man.

"Zhao Man, what are you doing standing here?"

Zhang Yi turned around and saw a man in a suit walking towards him.

The man is tall, nearly two meters.

Such a height can only make people look up to him, but the difference from He Dapeng is that although the man is tall, he is very thin, and the thin clothes hang loosely on his body like a clothes rack.

The two legs are as slender as bamboo poles.

mustache, hair parted.

Hands behind his back, bent down, two protruding eyes seemed to fall out of their sockets at any time: "During work, you will be punished for being lazy."

Zhang Yi didn't know what punishment the other party was talking about, but he could feel the malice in the man's eyes and the strong resentment in him.

"Brother Dong asked me to do lotus tonight, and I'm going to change clothes."

Zhang Yi immediately moved Sous Chef Dong out.

Hearing that it was Fatty Dong's arrangement, the man's expression softened immediately.

"Oh, there is a missing Dahe in front, don't be dazed, come with me, I will take you to change clothes."

As the man said, he led Zhang Yi to the logistics room.

"Zhao Man, how long have you been here?"

"It's been a while."

Zhang Yi replied vaguely.

"Well, playing Dutch is not an easy task. Tonight's guests are very special. They are all distinguished guests invited by the chef. Be careful. Most importantly, don't take the wrong plate."

The man suspected to be the foreman reminded.

Another plate?

Being reminded of the plate twice in a row, no matter how dull Zhang Yi was, he should have noticed that there was a problem.

Asking about good morals if you don't understand, Zhang Yi immediately asked; "Is there any problem on the plate?"

"Ok?"

The man froze for a moment, then stared sideways at Zhang Yi, with dissatisfaction already on his face, but he didn't criticize him just thinking that he was just there to make up for it.

"It's very simple, use a red plate for hot dishes, and a green plate for cold dishes."

"Okay, I took note."

Zhang Yi firmly wrote down the man's words.

The two came to the logistics room and took out a brand new set of clothes.

The foreman took Zhang Yi to the rest room.

Pushing open the door, a chill came out of the room, Zhang Yi even thought he had walked into the ice cellar.

Looking inside, in the dark room, there were four waiters dressed as himself standing in front of the table expressionlessly.

There was a glass on the table, which contained a dark liquid. The expressions of the four were stiff. When they heard the door opening, they turned their heads in unison.

The man pointed to one of the waiters: "Xiao Zhang, Zhao Man is here with you today, and you are responsible for leading him so that there are no mistakes."

"Okay, Captain Li."

The waiter named Xiao Zhang came up from the table and nodded stiffly.

Only then did Zhang Yi know that the man beside him who looked like a bamboo pole was actually the foreman.

"Zizi..."

Foreman Li wanted to give some more instructions, but there was a signal interference sound from his pocket.

"Foreman Li, foreman Li, please answer if you receive it."

Foreman Li took out the walkie-talkie from his pocket.

"It's me, what is it?"

"The third floor!"

Only two words were spoken on the intercom.

However, it was only two words, but it seemed to trigger some kind of taboo. The faces of both the foreman in front of him and the four waiters around him became extremely ugly.

Zhang Yi even saw fear and anxiety on Xiao Zhang's face.

"Okay, I'll be right there."

The foreman put down the walkie-talkie and gave Zhang Yi and the others a vicious look: "Don't talk nonsense, otherwise..."

"We promise not to talk nonsense!"

Xiao Zhang and the others nodded their heads in fear.

The foreman looked at Zhang Yi again.

"Me too!"

Although he didn't know what they were afraid of, Zhang Yi told himself intuitively that there was something wrong on the third floor, but right now he had the same expression on his face as Xiao Zhang and others.

After the foreman left, Xiao Zhang and his party in the room looked at each other.

"You used to be a handyman, right?"

Xiao Zhang looked at Zhang Yi's hand, saw the frostbite on his hand, turned around and walked to the cabinet, took out a pair of white gloves from inside and handed it to Zhang Yi.

"Don't let the guests see your hands like this, it will affect their appetite. It's okay if you are complained. If you make the guests angry, you know what will happen!"

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Zhang Yi took the gloves over and put them on his hands: "It's my first time doing lotus, is there any other rules?"

Xiao Zhang frowned: "What rules are you referring to?"

"For example..." Zhang Yi pointed to the top of his head: "The third floor!"

The faces of the other two waiters in the room were livid, while the other waiter was already scared and hid under the table.

Xiao Zhang rushed forward and covered Zhang Yi's mouth: "Shut up!! You are crazy!"

"Hush! That's taboo!"

At this time, the waiter hiding under the table trembled: "The third floor...the third floor is scary, there is...!"

"do not talk!"

Xiao Zhang kicked the table over, and the water glass on the table fell to the ground, and the black liquid inside spilled out together.

But the three of them didn't care. Instead, they picked up the waiter on the ground and threw their fists down on him: "Stop it, stop it!!"

"I... I... I'm afraid! I'm afraid, he'll come back, he'll come back!"

Instead of shutting up, the waiter who was beaten by the three men began to speak nonsense as if he had been further stimulated.

Seeing this, Zhang Yi pushed Xiao Zhang and the others away: "Stop beating, you will scare him instead."

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, no one will hit you, it's safe here, please calm down first."

Zhang Yi helped the other party up and comforted him softly.

"My name is Zhao Man, what's your name?"

"I...I...Yang Yang."

"Well, let's go out and talk about it."

Zhang Yi supported him to go out, Xiao Zhang immediately stepped forward and grabbed Zhang Yi's arm when he saw this, "Zhao Man, don't be stupid."

"It's okay, I'm just taking him out to get some air, otherwise if you keep beating him, he will talk more and more nonsense."

Xiao Zhang glanced at Yang Yang, who was hiding behind Zhang Yi, and frowned, "Okay, but please pay attention to the time, the guests are coming soon."

"Ok!"

Zhang Yi nodded, and pulled Yang Yang out.

When he got to a corner where no one was around, Zhang Yi put Yang Yang on the stool.

"Are you OK?"

Yang Yang lowered his head and did not speak.

Seeing this, Zhang Yi slowed down his tone: "You said he will come back, does it have anything to do with the third floor?"

Hearing this, Yang Yang raised his head in a daze, and looked at Zhang Yi suspiciously.

"Aren't you afraid?"

"Afraid of what?" Zhang Yi blinked.

Yang Yang glanced left and right, and after making sure that there was no one around, he stretched out his hand to grab Zhang Yi's arm, and said in a low voice:

"The third floor...

Shut up a god! "

(End of this chapter)