Cooking in the Monster Shelter

When Lin Lin returned home, she found a light on in the living room from a distance from outside the house.

She understood her heart and opened the door lazily as usual, and when she entered the room she caught a glimpse of the young woman lying on the sofa.

The woman looks only in her twenties, her long wavy hair is slightly messy and droops on the pillows, her narrow and charming eyes are frivolous and attractive, and the tailored black dress with fine cuts on her body is very valuable at first glance, and the unevenness is perfect. The figure is fully revealed.

In stark contrast to the delicate makeup, she laid a pair of long legs lazily on the table, revealing beautiful calves and slender ankles like white jade. She did not look like a lady or a lady, but a lazy big brother.

Hearing the unlocking, the other party turned his head at the same time, swallowed the creamy pumpkin pie in his mouth hurriedly, waved his hand and shouted, "Grandma!"

Ms. Lin curled her lips slightly, her voice softened a lot: "Sister Yan."

She was taken out of the orphanage when she was fifteen, and the adopter was Lin Qingyan in front of her.

The latter, as a well-known fashion designer, spends most of his time flying around the world. Although the time to meet is only a few, Lin Qingyan has consciously assumed the identity of a caring old mother, calling regularly for long periods of time. Hours of phone porridge.

"Your craftsmanship is getting better and better." The woman looked leisurely and took a hard breath of the pumpkin scent that filled the room. "Every time I go home and live for a few days, my weight will increase. Food is really harmful."

"A woman has three stomachs, one for dinner, desserts and snacks."

Lin Yu is plausible and serious: "The cooking of a dessert is based on the self-sacrifice of countless eggs, sugar and starch. If they refuse desserts just because they are worried about getting fat, they will definitely feel sad. In order to repay the sacrifice of those ingredients, eat it. "

She crooked the reasoning and heard Lin Qingyan nod and applaud, put another pumpkin pie in her mouth, and replied vaguely with her bulging cheeks: "Okay!"

The method of making pumpkin pie is simple and light, but the taste does not become boring. The large round desserts are spread out on the table, the bright golden color is like warm sun shining on the golden maple leaves in autumn, and the bits of white coconut paste are scattered around, so beautiful that people can't bear to eat.

Because Lin Qingyan put it in the oven for a second time, when it was put in her mouth, the slightly hot temperature filled her mouth with the sweetness of pumpkin, and the satisfaction was instantly overwhelming.

The pastry of the pie base is made by sieving low-gluten flour, adding fine sugar, butter and milk. After heating, the crispness is just right, not too harsh, like eating a small milk-scented biscuit, and it makes a light creak between the teeth.

The most noteworthy is the soft topping. Pumpkin puree and milk condensed milk are mixed evenly, and just when they touch the palate, they melt softly and lightly.

The milky flavour penetrates into the thick taste of the pumpkin, bringing an unimaginable sweetness and softness. The coconut paste exudes a fresh coconut aroma under the chewing of the upper and lower teeth, which effectively relieves the monotonous taste of the pumpkin itself.

Lin Qingyan curled her eyebrows with happiness and swallowed the pumpkin pie in her mouth with a move of her throat.

The taste of pumpkin puree is the most amazing. When it slides down the wall of the mouth and throat, it is as soft as a hot stream. Even if you swallow a large mouthful, you won't feel choked at all. The delicate and smooth taste is accompanied by the heat, which makes the stomach and intestines extremely comfortable. The whole person just wants to languish on the sofa listlessly.

The life of salted fish is perfect.

"Pumpkin pie can be used as a weight-loss meal, and it will hardly make you fat." Lin Yu smiled, "Unfortunately, summer is not the season for pumpkins to ripen. When eating off-season vegetables, the taste is always not as good as the original."

"I'm not as picky as you, little ancestor." Lin Qingyan paused slightly, her lips lowered and her tone was more serious than before: "...How does it feel to work in the asylum?"

"Just so-so."

Lin Yan lowered his eyes, the air pressure next to him lowered unconsciously, pursed his lips for a moment, and then said softly: "I still haven't found any news related to my uncle. The mission he performed was top secret, and even I didn't know about it. permission."

The woman on the sofa looked gloomy.

"Since it is top secret, the mission must be very dangerous." Her voice was very low, and she was more like saying to herself than comforting Lin Jia, "There has been no major catastrophe in the world, which shows that he succeeded. Up."

But the price of success is obvious.

Without a trace, the world has evaporated, and the relevant departments have blocked all information, even life and death are uncertain unknowns.

Concubine Lin did not say a word, and heard Lin Qingyan continue to say: "If you can't find him, just leave the shelter. You are so young and shouldn't deal with monsters all day long. Jiang Zhaonian's life and death is unknown, if you are too Repeat the same mistakes, in that case, I..."

She couldn't continue, and Lin Concubine didn't know how to respond.

Although the nominal adoptive mother was Lin Qingyan, the first to drag her out of **** was actually Jiang Zhaonian, who was the captain of the task force.

When she first saw the young man, Lin Yu and many other children were curled up in a small, cold and humid cell. The wound kept leaking blood, and the persistent high burn made her dizzy.

The only friend didn't know where she went. She knew she was going to die, so she didn't struggle, just lying motionless in the corner.

Suddenly the locked iron door was opened, and a white light came in from the corridor, stabbing her eyes.

The beam of light got closer and closer, like a straight sword cutting through the darkness, and finally stayed in front of her.

I don't know why, among so many children crying for help, Jiang Zhaonian only gently held her lifeless in his arms, and then told Concubine Lin in a firm and decisive tone: "Don't be afraid, I will take you away. "

Before that, they were obviously strangers who had never met.

It's really weird.

After being rescued by the task force, Lin Lin and other children were sent to live in the orphanage, and Jiang Zhaonian appeared in front of her again as promised and asked for adoption.

-Although the adopter is not him.

The task force's work was nine deaths, and he didn't know when he would have an accident, so he entrusted the little girl to a friend named "Lin Qingyan".

Lin Qingyan was single, golden and approachable, and for Lin Concubine at that time, she was undoubtedly the best home.

After that, Concubine Lin gradually learned to hide all the traces of the past and live calmly like ordinary people. Jiang Zhaonian came to visit her every three to five. Lin Qingyan loved her very much, and everything gradually deflected towards the normal trajectory until he suddenly broke contact one day.

It disappeared without warning, as if the world had evaporated.

"Damn."

The room was extremely quiet, and it seemed to hear the sound of the air flowing. Suddenly, Lin Qingyan whispered, and a pair of fluffy wings emerged from behind. When they opened uncontrollably, feathers flying around the sky were scattered.

Unlike the angel’s holy and pure white wings, her wings are pitch black, and they are more dense and deep than the night that pervades the house—

That is the mark of signing a contract with the devil.

"Every time I'm upset, this stuff must be exposed." She seemed a little annoyed, trying to reach out and grab the fallen feathers, "It's shed again! If this continues, sooner or later, it will become bare roasted chicken wings. Stay up for it! Wings! Obviously I have used several buckets of hair tonic!"

"Hair tonic is absolutely useless for wings. Be careful to grow dark hair from feathers." Lin Yan finally smiled lightly, "Unexpectedly, fallen angels will also have troubles with hair removal."

Lin Qingyan was so angry that she let out a sob from her throat.

When Lin Ma was adopted, she claimed to be twenty-five years old. However, as time passed, not only did the woman not develop wrinkles that made people worry, she became more energetic day by day, and her appearance has not changed from beginning to end. After all, the devil is famous. Longevity race.

Concubine Lin thought, maybe in a few years, the other party will call her sister.

"Wait slowly, there will always be clues."

The atmosphere gradually eased, and Lin Lin's voice was lighter: "The shelter is very interesting. I have made a lot of new friends. And..."

Somehow, she thought of Chi Yu again.

The vague sense of familiarity was unpredictable anyway. She meditated for a few seconds and asked with confusion: "Sister Yan, there were dozens of children rescued back then. Why did Uncle choose me?"

Lin Qingyan definitely looked at her.

For a long time, like a helpless compromise, the woman sighed in a low voice: "He didn't let me tell you... I once asked Terunian, and he replied that it was entrusted by others."

Entrusted by others.

Concubine Lin's heartbeat speeded up suddenly.

Back then, she lived a life of licking blood every day, her personality was cold and hard, and almost no one wanted to approach her. There is only one person who is a little closer.

"I tried to ask about my identity, but Zhao Nian said," Lin Qingyan frowned, and carefully slowed down her tone. "Taking care of you is the last wish of that person-grandma. He was dead before you were rescued. ."

She thought Concubine Lin would be sad and even ready for the other party to cry, but the little girl in front of her couldn't help but smile, and responded with a calm tone: "I know."

She hadn't kept hope from the beginning.

There is no other reason, just because before the task force broke in, the man was taken to do something mortal.

His death was a foregone conclusion many years ago, and Lin Yu knew that she should not have illusions about it.

Lin Hao's emotions came and went quickly. After a comfortable sleep that night, she resumed her life as a salted fish, which is no different from the past. Every day, the shelter and the family villa are two o'clock in line, and she can live a leisurely life. .

Until Chen Beici gave her a new task.

"For this task, you need to go to 444 Taoyuan Street at 6 o'clock this evening to participate in a game."

The young man's voice on the phone reached her ears very clearly, and Ms. Lin raised her eyebrows: "Competition?"

Chen Beici did not answer and asked: "Have you heard about the'Night of Urban Legends'?"

Seeing that Lin Lin did not respond, he patiently explained: "This rumor is that an organization called'Guaranteed Talk Association' will hold a competition on the 10th of every month, called'Urban Legends Night'. There are 13 contestants in total. Everyone has to tell an urban legend, and the one with the most exciting story can get one million yuan as a reward."

"One story is one million dollars, am I going to catch the Sancai boy?"

Chen Beici was amused by her: "You slowly listen to me, the mystery of this incident is not in the one million, but except for the final winner, all the other people who participated in the night of urban legends have disappeared. ."

Concubine Lin finally raised some interest: "Missing?"

"Yes. The surveillance showed that the contestants entered the house, but no one came out again. What's even more strange is that no one had ever entered before. No. 444 is a completely abandoned vacant building."

The young man on the other end of the phone sighed: "This competition has been held twice. The surviving winner's bank card did have an extra one million, but he avoided talking about what happened that night. According to them, If you disclose relevant information to others, you will be killed."

interesting.

Lin Hua roughly smoothed the clues and raised the corners of her mouth with interest: "Are there any other clues?"

Chen Beici chuckled.

"Although the two could not actively disclose information, their physical reaction could not deceive people. The security team described various conjectures about the'Night of Urban Legends' to them. When talking about one of the possibilities, the two At the same time, his face changed—" He deliberately sold it, paused for a moment when he said this, and then said in a heavy tone, "All the urban legends they told have come true."

Wow.

Houses abandoned for many years, thirteen strangers, strange stories that suddenly appeared in real life.

The permutation and combination of these elements alone is enough to constitute a qualified horror story, not to mention that the urban legends themselves are terrifying and lethal, and when gathered together, it is a **** of ten deaths and no lives.

"So," Lin Yu smiled unabated, with a very interested look, "This is not about whose story is more exciting, but to see who can survive the flanking of those thirteen ghost stories and legends to the end."

"My eldest lady, you can still laugh? I am worried for you!"

Chen Beici finally stopped speaking weakly, and his voice had a little more vitality that young people should have: "There are many people who are interested in this legend. If you want to participate in the game, you must send the registration form to the e-mail address of the Guaitan Association. Security team Everyone sent emails in the past, and only received the only invitation letter this morning. That is to say, this is your single-player mission. It is very difficult to deal with the unknown monsters and monsters by yourself. Captain, please Be careful."

Concubine Lin nodded, and after realizing that the other party couldn't see her movements, she said slowly: "Don't worry, tonight... it will be very interesting."

17:50, 444 Taoyuan Street.

Taoyuan Street is an old city with underdeveloped areas, and many houses have been abandoned. Even if there are a few lights on, they are faint and dim, reflecting the surrounding black water pipes, rusty steel bars, and dirty water stains on the ground.

No. 444 is a small western-style private villa. The exterior walls are mottled and condensed into powder blocks of different sizes under the time polishing. Layers of rust have grown on the iron gate. Although the gate is wide open, it looks like from the outside. It was pitch black, and no one could be seen.

It seems that the rumors about the "Night of Urban Legends" are indeed very famous. Before six o'clock, groups of supernatural fans have gathered on the street, far exceeding the number of participants.

…The game shouldn’t be played under the crowd of so many people, right?

Concubine Lin looked around but found no abnormalities, so she had to protect the invitation letter in her pocket and stepped into the villa without saying a word.

Just as she stepped into the threshold with her feet, her vision, which was originally pitch black, was suddenly lit up—

Following her, watching the lively melon-eating crowd all disappeared in an instant, and the hall was no longer dim and dilapidated, and the warm orange-yellow light was lit up.

The spotless marble floor was apparently cleaned and swept not long ago, and the walls were bright and pure white without any stains. A long table was visited in the middle of the hall, and many people were already quietly seated, looking up at the same time when she entered the room.

Concubine Lin's heart moved and looked back.

Although Taoyuan Street was still there, the noisy and noisy crowd disappeared. The original bright street lights were all extinguished, making it a bit strange and awe-inspiring. The inside and outside of the house were completely different. They should have been taken to another space.

As for the medium, most likely it is an invitation letter in your pocket.

"Hello, welcome to the night of urban legends. I am a member of the organizer's Ghost Story Association." A man in a black suit with his face hidden by a white mask greeted her and said politely, "Your serial number is 12. Please be seated according to the number. During the competition, please do not have any conversations with other players, otherwise you will be deemed to have waived the qualification."

Concubine Lin nodded obediently, and followed the man to sit in her place.

Sitting next to her were a teenager wearing a white school uniform and a tall and sturdy young man. The people sitting around the long table are of different ages and identities. Except for Lin Lin, they have pale cheeks and trembling all over, and their eyes are completely occupied by fear and confusion. Upon closer inspection, there is still a hint of hope that is like a broken bamboo.

There is only one survivor among the thirteen people, and they are all betting.

Bet their lives, there is still that one million.

Compared with the trembling contestants, the members of the Ghost Story Association are much more relaxed.

They are similar in height, thin in figure, and wearing the same suit and white mask, they look like they were carved out of a mold.

The gap beside the long table was gradually filled by latecomers. Seeing that the hour hand in the hall pointed to the number "6" impartially, everyone present held their breath at the same time.

A tall black figure walked out from the corner of the blind spot, his eyes swept across all the people, and his voice was so cold that there was no ups and downs: "The game begins."

Unlike other members of the association, this young man did not wear a suit or a mask.

He was dressed in a simple and neat black hoodie, with the hood buttoned up to cover the back of his head and forehead. The white mask completely blocked the lower half of his face, only revealing a pair of deep pure black eyes, because there is no mood swing, indifferent to remind people of the dead water swamp.

The man in the suit next to him whispered, "Understood, President."

The next step is to distribute paper and gel pens, and then each contestant writes the story of the strange story.

The rustle of white paper was particularly abrupt in the silent night. Most people were so nervous that they could barely hold their pens. Only Lin Yan looked up leisurely and looked at the association president in the corner with interest.

The other party quickly noticed her sight and cast a cold eye knife.

It looks so fierce.

Without knowing what she thought, she smiled and rolled the gel pen around her fingertips, and waved at him boldly.

Her strange story has taken shape.

If you compare this competition to an exam, Lin Yan must be the one with the worst learning.

Others were still scratching their heads and writing quickly. With a stroke of her pen, she finished the whole story in less than ten minutes. It is stipulated that the writing time is up to an hour. In the remaining fifty minutes, besides having a nap without doing anything, she just stares at the president of the Guessed Talk Association with unclear eyes.

The whole is a demon king, a destroyer of the atmosphere of the examination room.

Finally, when the competition was over, the members of the association methodically took away the papers one by one, and walked into the corner room one by one, and the one who left at last still maintained a gentle demeanor: "We will select the best story in the room. Please be patient. In the time to come, all contestants can talk freely. I wish you all a happy night of urban legends. Goodbye."

I'm afraid he didn't think "goodbye" in his heart, but "farewell you silly group".

After the man had finished speaking, he turned and left. When the door was closed tightly, Lin Ma could feel everyone around him let out a deep sigh of relief.

"That," the man with glasses sitting in the center said tremblingly, "Except for the winners, will anyone else really, really die?"

No one responded to him.

The hall was filled with deathly silence, and everyone's face was covered with a layer of bleak and dead dust.

They silently pray that they can become the last survivor. At the price of this, everyone around them must become a stepping stone that is destined to be cannon fodder—

Giving fate to the other twelve people is an awareness that every contestant has already made at the time of registration.

The Ghost Story Association hasn't walked out of the room for a long time. Seeing the passing of time, some people finally couldn't bear to be bored and chatted with the people around them about their own ghost stories.

Business talks endlessly, and Lin Lin felt embarrassed when she heard it.

"This is a story that only a genius can think of! The protagonist is so pitiful, where is there a way to survive when encountering such a thing!"

"Oh my God, this writing, this idea! You shouldn't write urban ghost stories, try the mainstream literature awards! I have figured out the title of the book for you, and it's called "No Life: A Nightmare That Never Escapes" ."

Concubine Lin:...

If they knew that these "eternal life can't escape" and "there is no way to survive" ghost stories will be fulfilled one by one to themselves, they will probably stop blowing rainbow farts, but will squash the other person who wrote this kind of thing. Let's have a meal.

The second hand on the clock kept ticking until 7:30.

A crisp click suddenly sounded from the wall, instantly attracting everyone's attention, the arch-shaped wooden board bounced off the clock face, and a ceramic bird leaned out of it.

The cold mechanical sound echoed in the corner of the room, and each word was clearly drawn across the eardrums: "Ding Dong Ding Dong, the game officially begins! In the next time, the legends written by the contestants will appear one by one, without difference. Attack. You can leave this house and move freely. Only when you live to the end can you become the only winner of the game. Free play is allowed during the game, and there is only one rule restriction: contestants must not harm each other, and violations will be obliterated. Punishment. For the bonus of one million yuan, please live your life and spend a happy night of urban legends!"

For a one million yuan bonus, a happy night of urban legends.

It bit these words extra hard, and its tone is full of sarcasm.

As soon as this remark came out, the people who had been touting each other's "thrilling and wonderful story" in the past second unanimously chilled their faces, and it took a lot of brain cells to digest this passage.

Urban legends... have they all come true?

This is completely different from a well-written script.

"It's a lie!" The man with spectacles who spoke first was full of disbelief, "This, how is this possible, this is an unscientific and supernatural event!"

"Isn’t the Ghost Story Association itself an urban legend?" Someone retorted with a trembling voice, "I don’t know if you have noticed that since you stepped into this house, the scene on the street has completely changed, except for us. It’s gone—from the beginning, we’ve been trapped in a supernatural event!"

Everyone looked out the door when they heard the words. The dark streets couldn't see their fingers, and there was no human figure in their vision. Before they walked into house No. 444, it was clearly crowded with people eating melons.

"So..." The woman who was still praising others a minute ago shuddered and covered her face. "Those who participated in the competition before died in the hands of the urban legends they wrote?"

She paused for a while and looked up at the people around her grimly: "Why do you set the strange story to a dead end, how can we live, huh?"

The other party was unwilling to show weakness: "You also wrote the ending of annihilation! Can't you care more and love more? Can't you follow the core values ​​of socialism? Poisonous women!"

The hall suddenly became a mess.

In order to win the competition, the contestants tried their best to write down the strangest and horrible stories they knew. Each one was perilous and murderous, and they vowed not to stop without killing the protagonist.

But now, the monster written by himself is actually going to deal with the creator himself.

It is impossible to live.

They are all ordinary human beings, with absolutely no hope of survival.

Thinking of the urban legend that I had worked hard to come up with, the hall was full of wailing and weeping, only Lin Hao yawned lazily and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall.

When will the strange story she wrote down?

In the dark and narrow space, people wearing moon-white masks looked at the paper in their hands one by one.

Their backs were almost stiff, and their movements were like rigid puppets. They were dull but unstoppable, and the white masks were a little orange-red by the dim light, making them even more weird and inexplicable.

Everything went smoothly, until the members saw a certain piece of paper and their entire arms trembled violently uncontrollably.

No. 12, they are quite impressed, the author is a pretty girl who is not afraid of death.

[My name is Concubine Lin.

On the night of July 10, I went to 444 Taoyuan Street, Qichuan City to participate in the Night of Urban Legends, and according to the organizer's request, I wrote an urban legend with each of the other twelve participants.

Everything went in an orderly manner, but I don’t know when things started to get out of control—

The urban legends recorded on the paper are actually fulfilled one by one, as if a ghost is entwined around us. How to escape this purgatory alive is the answer that everyone desperately wants to know. 】

Seeing this, everything seems to be relatively normal.

But as long as you look down a little bit, you can shock your face into crazily twitching.

[What worries me the most is that the president of the Guess Talk Association fell in love with me at first sight!

In order to prevent me from getting hurt, he has been willing to stay by my side, even if he was wounded and killed in blood, he tried his best not to let the monsters in urban legends hurt me.

The man in the hood and mask was mysterious, resolute and indifferent. I flee, he chased, but I could hardly fly. On Taboo Night, he started a period of courtship in Hyakki Yexing, using life as a bargaining chip, just wanting to win me a smile.

Although he is not a human being, he can be regarded as the best quality spare tire in the world and a tool man on call. I don't know the true identity of the president, let alone guess what kind of organization is behind him. The only certain fact is that he loves me and is going crazy.

The above is the weird tale I shared with you, called "The President of the Association of Oddly Loved Ghosts".

Why he loves me that way is still an unsolved mystery. 】

This. he. mom. What. What. ghost.

Is this something a little girl can write? How thick-skinned do you dare to write this kind of story? That girl is here to smash the scene, right?

Although the president does have long legs and a thin waist, and a good face, it is normal to be targeted by the opposite sex, but she can't play like that! In the life-and-death link, I still have to fantasize about being pursued by a pretty boy. How can there be such a woman in the world who is in love with the brain. Hey!

Who can stand this? Others are telling horror stories seriously, and here Lin Hao completely becomes a work of the male protagonist who unilaterally licks the dog and licks the dog.

What's even more shameless is that she was cheeky and directly pointed out that the president is a spare tire tool.

What is an opening lightning strike.

This is called an opening lightning strike, and it is the kind of thunder that strikes five times in the sky.

The members of the Guai Tan Association showed a complex expression that is difficult to explain.

According to the tradition of the association, no matter what kind of story is written on the note, they must visualize it in detail and at a glance, such as Nie Xiaoqian, who is all over the country in Lanruo Temple, weird-looking prehistoric behemoth, and many other incredible things. Urban legend.

If the things on this note are not realized, the established rules of the game will be completely violated; but once it develops according to the content written by this woman...

God, they wanted to take her life, but they didn't touch them, so they got their own president in first.

When I think of the scene where the idiot woman who is not in love with his family was born and died, and turned into a peerless licking dog...

Oh no, their president is dirty!

"Meeting, president!"

Although the white mask concealed all the expressions, only from the extremely maddening tone, the inner collapse of the members' hearts can be heard at this time: "What should we do?"

The slender man in the corner hung his head, the cold thin lips under the mask were pressed into a straight thin line, and the knuckles were faintly pale because of too much force.

After a while, he finally squeezed out two words from his teeth one by one: "Give it to her."

Under the dark and broken hair, the young yin-bird's eyes were dark and deep, and the last paragraph of his silently shifting his gaze to the note made his whole body even more murderous.

The chic and slender script fonts are slender, and the ends are slightly raised, like some kind of provocation that is inevitable:

[I lick the dog at the beginning, and all equipment depends on picking up. What if the president loves me too much? Urgent, wait online! 】

The author has something to say:

I'm coming. It's a cold and domineering spare tire (cross out) tool man (cross out)!

Sorry I went to bed at 8 o’clock yesterday when I had a fever, and I can still continue the liver after supplementing XD today (?) Thanks to the little angel who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

Thanks to the little angel who cast [Grenade]: Ye Zhimu 1;

Thanks for the little angels who cast [land mines]: 405929481;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

10 bottles of Nishihara, Chi, and Yimeng Leng; 5 bottles of the cat who loves cones; 1 bottle of Xianqi, Tang Xiaoyue, Um, and Agnes;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!