Midnight Restaurant

Chapter 349 The Difference Between Eating and Being Knifeed

I regret it, why did I have to suggest to the proprietress that I should try to smear it with my blood.

At this moment, my blood is really alive.

Four words appeared, people with ten crimes!
At that time, I was confused, what are you doing?Why am I so miserable? Does that mean that the proprietress not only needs my eyes, but also my life? !
Are you going to stab me to death?Yes or no?
I squinted at the proprietress, she was staring at me, with a faint smile on her lips, and she put a hand on my shoulder before I knew it.

"No... why are you looking at me? No, sister Lan, what do you mean by your eyes? If you do this again, I, I will get angry!"

With a black line all over my face, I took the proprietress's hand away from my shoulder.

The proprietress was still stunned for a moment: "Hey? Young man, you are not good today... My sister has collected things for so long, and I finally saw the last one today. I am very happy to look at it a few more times, right? Hey? You are not happy for my sister. ?"

"How happy you are, bastard..." My face was full of black lines.

"So you are such a stingy person... I misread you, boy." The proprietress looked at me with that kind of artificial resentment.

"Don't make trouble with Sister Lan, we are doing well, don't make trouble... Then what, you are not going to stab me to death, are you?"

I finally asked the question I was most concerned about.

In the end, the proprietress was taken aback again: "I stabbed you to death? Am I sick?"

"It looks like..."

"Oh, then stab you to death..." She took out a small silver knife as she said.

Snapped!I took the white sword empty-handed: "Ahem, what, treat me as a fart... But, sister Lan, what do you mean, you don't need to stab me to death?"

I looked at the proprietress puzzledly, collecting emotions in the past, didn't they just let the soul die under this small silver knife, and then those emotions would be absorbed by the knife.

Did I remember it wrongly?

"Have you forgotten the meaning of my restaurant, boy?"

The proprietress reminded me at this time.

Well, it is probably because I received the memory of the executioner before, which caused my brain capacity to be a little insufficient, and my reaction was slow. After about a minute and a half, I suddenly raised my head: "Oh yes! I can also promise you that eating in the restaurant is Bar?"

"Well, that's basically what it means... Get ready, come with me to the back kitchen tomorrow night, and I'll make you a late-night snack in person." Saying that, the proprietress gave me a faint smile...

"Then what, Sister Lan, can I give you an opinion... Can we be more sunny when we laugh in the future? I'm cold, it's like watching a horror movie..."

"You say I look scary?"

"No, she looks pretty, it's that smile..."

"Ah, cooking is too troublesome, let's stab him to death..."

Saying that, the proprietress took out a small silver knife again.

At that time, I received the white sword empty-handed: "Sister Lan laughed so hard that she was so flawless... Please treat me as a fart."

So, after that, the proprietress added another means of threatening me, well, that's basically it.

After that, the proprietress sat at my house for a while, chatting casually, and by the way, talked about "eating".The proprietress has been collecting the emotions in the soul before, but how to collect them, and what is the difference between the emotions obtained by killing with a knife and "eating"? I really haven't studied it, and I haven't asked.

This time, the proprietress explained everything to me.

She collects the emotions in the soul, in fact, according to the guidance in the Record of Immortal Life, which is a necessary material for ancient sorcery.There are two ways to collect it. The first one is the knife, which is a spiritual knife that is twinned with the proprietress who died six times. It is like a part of the proprietress' soul. She does not know the specific origin.

The knife is the key to this technique, it can absorb the soul of the dead and strip all the emotions of the soul of the dead.

And these emotions are what the proprietress needs.But at the same time, there will be a problem. Although the proprietress has always said that she doesn't mind being a bad person, in fact she is not so bad. She didn't collect emotions for herself, and stabbed the dead soul without saying a word.

The dead souls she killed were also unreasonable, unable to influence, and had too deep evil thoughts.

As for those who can make sense, can let go of the resentment in their hearts, and reincarnate, the proprietress will use another method to collect their emotions.

It is the "eating" we said before, and it is eating, but it is to eat some spiritual things of heaven and earth for the dead, such as the dragon snake grass before, which is one of them.Longshoucao represents the desire for immortality, and the obsession related to longevity will be forced out of the spirit body by some effects in the food, which are similar to fighting poison with poison, and then absorbed by the proprietress's small silver knife.

This method is very peaceful, and the ghost is just stripped of an emotion, which does not affect the reincarnation.

But in the same way, it’s not that there is no problem at all. For example, the ghost’s previous obsession came from the fact that he did not accomplish a certain event in this life, and he regretted it. These obsessions have turned into a particularly negative person.

……

Simply put, that's all of the above.

So, here comes the question again, what is the emotion that I am about to be stripped off?

At this moment, it was already midnight the next day, and I came to the restaurant, the back kitchen, in this dim back kitchen, which felt like a den of perverted murderers, I looked at the huge yellow piece that the proprietress pulled down for me. The curtain is densely packed with words.

"Young man, I have a total of [-] emotions that I want to collect. Now you are the only one missing. Although each one is different, many of them can be classified into one category... You can find it now, you The kind of emotion you have is different from these [-] emotions, but can be classified into the same category as some of them, and then tell me, I will prepare food for you."

Saying that, the proprietress actually wore a black apron and a small black cap on her head. Is this the dress of the back kitchen of our restaurant?By the way, Sister Lan is quite cute in this dress...

"I told you to read the writing on the yellow cloth, not me." The proprietress took out the small silver knife before she knew it.

My face was full of black lines at the time, so I quickly looked away, and then I had a toothache: "Thirty-six thousand kinds... Sister Lan, you can play me to death, how do I see this? It's easy to blind my eyes ah."

"Then it depends on the specific classification...here, the last line."

I followed the proprietress's slender fingers and found that the last line did have classifications, classifications of various obsessions.

"But I still can't handle it..." I guessed that my brain was really hurt by the executioner.

The proprietress sighed, casually pointed to a category, and then said: "For example, one person has the evil obsession to kill, and the other has the evil obsession to kill pigs. Both of them have the obsession to kill. As a category. Now think about it, what you are obsessed with is fine, it’s actually very simple.”

I am obsessed with...

Doesn't it count as deducting your wages?

In other words, am I obsessed with too many things?I don't know, which one do you want?
"No, Sister Lan, how do you tell when you make food for those ghosts?" I looked at the proprietress curiously.

"Ghosts are different from people. Their obsessions are obvious... just like when we first met, the female ghost who likes her father, her obsession is her abnormal love for her father."

This is true.

Ghosts are very obvious, but people are different. Sometimes they hide so deeply that even they don't understand themselves.

So, I stared at the yellowed cloth curtain in a daze.

Finally, I gave the proprietress an idea: "Why don't you do this, Sister Lan..."

"Huh?" She looked at me.

"I think there are only dozens of categories... How about you cook me a dish for each category, anyway, our food is quite delicious, right? I'll give you any emotions, which may be much faster than what I can do here."

I think that my IQ has surpassed the sky when I came up with this method.

Unexpectedly, the proprietress gave me a cold smile: "Hehe, that's too troublesome, why don't you just stab you to death with my knife..."

My face was full of black lines: "No, can we not scare people with knives all the time? You female hooligan? Also, don't be so lazy, there are only dozens of dishes, let's cook them every day, okay, I really am Can't think of me..."

As a result, the proprietress suddenly put away her joking expression and shook her head slightly: "Young man, you are wrong. I don't think cooking is troublesome, but the dishes I make with a special method will strip people's souls." Emotional, stripping... You know? Once less, there is no more. If you eat everything, then in the end, you will become a living dead without any emotions, and you will be like this for eternity. "

No... the living dead without emotions?

Although I don't feel very clear about the specific meaning of this sentence, but at first glance, it seems quite scary.

"Do you still want to eat them all?" Sister Lan asked me.

I laughed dryly: "Then I'd better think about it slowly... However, Sister Lan's matter is actually very difficult. You see, I actually have a lot of different emotions, because everyone is different, right? The pursuit of goals is also different, so...whatever, we have to try, and some emotions are not only as simple as obsession, but losing them will be very painful, right?"

Although I still don't know what it is, this feeling still appeared inexplicably.

Some emotions seem to be impossible to lose.

The proprietress looked at me, her eyes seemed to understand what I said, she didn't speak for a long time, and finally untied her apron and small hat, at the same time she seemed to say to me, or she thought she was talking to herself: "It's very troublesome. , This is why I hate myself as a person."

"Huh? What?"

"It's nothing...well, think about it slowly. Anyway, your left eye has never been used. It's still a few days before I go back." The proprietress suddenly smiled at me, and then walked out of the back kitchen.

At this moment, I was the only one in the dark back kitchen, and the yellow cloth was still in front of me. I scanned the yellow cloth, and suddenly, my eyes stayed on a certain category. At that moment, my heart skipped a beat.

Is it this category?

I asked myself, as if asking the cloth.

(End of this chapter)