Death Spiral [Infinite Flow]

    At this time, it was close to the meal time, and the back kitchen had already started to prepare dinner for everyone.

    The hotel is understaffed, so there is only one chef working in the entire kitchen. The cold dishes are frozen in the refrigerator, and the hot dishes are cooked in advance, and the dishes can be served only when the guests give an order.

    There are only six of them living in the hotel after all, so the chef lays down on the reclining chair and starts playing with his phone when he is ready.

    Lian Qiao and Honeysuckle walked into the back kitchen and saw the hot dishes on the table. The position they were standing in happened to be in the blind spot of the chef's line of sight. Even if the chef turned around, he couldn't see them.

    Lian Qiao took out the bottle of 30% NaCN from his backpack, put on his gloves, and began to use a dropper to absorb the liquid inside.

    "What the **** is this?"

    The cooker hood in the back kitchen was rumbling, and the cook couldn't hear the sound at all. Without even raising his head, Qiao concentrated on absorbing the liquid: "Poison."

    In the afternoon, Lian Qiao had already guessed the answer when Lian Qiao suggested that he went to the chemical laboratory to steal reagents. He just couldn't believe it, did Lian Qiao really want to poison everyone to death?

    Honeysuckle stared at the bottle of transparent poison, her mood was extremely complicated.

    The reason why the chemical reagent cabinet was open was because the long-haired aunt moved her hands and feet when she went to get the concentrated sulfuric acid. When Lian Qiao was besieged and killed them, she forced this information out of her mouth. Therefore, he directly pointed the way to Xu Rendong.

    At this point, Lian Qiao had already sucked a dropper full of poison. He noticed Ren Dong's sight, turned his head and smiled at Ren Dong.

    "Do you want to stop me?" His voice was gentle and calm, as if he would not resist no matter what Ren Dong did, "If you want to stop it, only now. , you and I will never be able to wash it off."

    "...No." Honeysuckle was silent for a moment, then took the dropper from his hand, "I'll come."

    Lian Qiao was taken aback.

    Honeysuckle moved the dropper to the hot soup and asked: "How much?"

    "One drop is enough."

    Lian Qiao watched him drip medicine into the soup, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I thought you would dissuade me. At least dissuade me from leaving the monk to die."

    Honeysuckle also added poison to several other dishes, and said lightly without looking up: "I don't want you to bear it alone. Just like in the nesting doll copy, you don't let me open it alone. Baby, now this sin, I don't want you to bear it alone."

    Lian Qiao murmured to himself: "...the nesting doll..."

    It was only then that Ren Dong remembered that Lian Qiao should have no memory of that incident, because it was not the final reincarnation that was archived.

    However, if even Joe shouldn't remember that, how could he say it?

    In the current cycle, all words related to the death cycle will be blocked. Even this copy, when he inadvertently mentions the rocker monk, becomes speechless. However, at this time, he easily said what he could not say before.

    This strange thought flashed in my mind, but before I could think about it, the waiter outside suddenly shouted: "Master! The guest called out the dish!"

    "Come here!" The chef jumped up from the reclining chair and walked towards him.

    Honeysuckle Lian Qiao hurriedly hid, watching the chef pour the poisoned hot dishes back into the pot and stir fry again, then left the back kitchen and went back to the front hall go.

    Everyone is already sitting in the restaurant, just waiting for them to come. The two of them didn't waste a long time in the back kitchen, and the monk described the stubborn behavior of the pair of dead gays with more enthusiasm, so everyone was not suspicious of their late arrival.

    Or, if in doubt, they can't do much.

    As soon as I sat down, the monk said happily: "Xu Rendong has signed a contract with the company, and the scene can be changed tomorrow. While this scene is still safe, let's celebrate!"

    The scarred man snorted: "What to celebrate? The buttons and elevators were not found. What if the scene was changed? It's just another place to die."

    "Don't be so negative." The monk poured wine into his glass with a smile and comforted, "This is not the first time you have come in, you should learn to look down on life and death. Drunk, if you die tomorrow and the poor monk will save you, what are you afraid of?"

    Scarman: “…”

    The monk maintained his usual irritating style, and in just a few words, the scarred man was so angry that he blushed and had a thick neck. However, he was probably afraid of Lian Qiao, so it was inconvenient for him to have a face-to-face attack at the dinner table, so he just gave the monk a vicious look.

    At this time, the waiter brought hot and cold dishes together. The monk poured drinks for everyone, and raised the glass with a smile: "I'll give you a toast!"

    Lian Qiaoqi said, "You monks can still drink?"

    The monk said: "I am dying, the Buddha will forgive me."

    Even Qiao couldn't help laughing, and raised his glass: "Seriously, I like your character very much. If it hadn't met in such a place..."

    The monk patted his shoulder vigorously: "Brother, don't say such things, even if we meet in such a place, we can still be friends!"

    Honeysuckle watched the two clink glasses, and suddenly felt a little uneasy.

    —After the death of Aunt Long-haired, are there really no ideas left for these people?

    He and Lian Qiao will poison the dishes, so won't they poison the wine? Although they didn't dare to attack him as a key player, even Qiao...

    At this point, Ren Dong reached out and pressed Lian Qiao's wine glass, and said in a low voice, "Wait."

     Even Joe and the monk looked back at him. After thinking about it for a while, Ren Dong grabbed the glass from Lian Qiao's hand: "I'll drink it first."

    The monk was stunned for a moment, then reacted immediately and said with a wry smile: "Are you afraid of me poisoning?"

    The glass has been attached to the lips. When Ren Dong heard this, his heart was extremely bitter.

    Lian Qiao gave him an affectionate glance with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. Immediately, he turned his attention to the crowd to see if the reaction of the crowd was abnormal.

    Honeysuckle closed her eyes and drank the wine in the glass. Until he put down the wine glass, no one did anything abnormal. It seems that there is no poison in this wine.

    He saved others by himself.

    Honeysuckle bit her lip and said to the monk, "I'm sorry."

    The monk sighed and refilled his wine: "It's okay. Anyone who stays for a long time will go crazy."

    At this time, the scarred man sitting opposite the round table suddenly slapped the table, startling everyone.

    Everyone thought he was going to do something, but he also grabbed the wine glass and drank it, then slapped the wine glass on the table, and said with red eyes: "Yes! It's all a **** copy. Wrong! Why do we suffer like this? Ah? Living well outside..."

    He choked up as he spoke, wiped his tears, and said, "If I had known that I would have given up the **** vote! My brother's tuition... fuck! Don't do that vote!"

    Everyone looked at his respectful face in shock and wondered if you really sell it?

    Alcohol is the catalyst for the atmosphere. Everyone held wine glasses and began to express their sincerity to each other. Everyone came in for a variety of reasons, and they have been tortured by dungeons since then. Only then did Xu Rendong know that among the remaining few people, the one who cleared the most customs was only a monk, three times. The first time was won by Ren Dong with him lying down.

    The situation of other people is similar, and they all met other big guys in the copy. The big guy opened the elevator and walked away smartly, and they obediently followed behind, making a way out.

    The more Xu Rendong listened, the more uncomfortable she felt. Lian Qiao shook his hand quietly under the table, and then said to the crowd with frowning eyes: "Okay, stop talking, let's eat the food. Otherwise, the food will be cold."

    "..." Xu Rendong suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, afraid that he would show the slightest strangeness.

    The anxiety of everyone who had been tense for a long time was vented, and the mood was very good. They picked up their wine glasses and touched each other again.

    Honeysuckle raised a glass to the crowd, and was suddenly saddened to death. But he couldn't say anything, so he drank the wine.

    Everyone put down their wine glasses and started to eat. Honeysuckle drank two glasses of wine in a row, his throat was burning, and his stomach began to feel uncomfortable. Dizzy in his head, he saw Lian Qiao putting vegetables in his bowl.

    "Why do you drink so much?" A reproachful and helpless voice rang in my ears, but it seemed far away.

    Honeysuckle glanced at the bowl, it was the celery he hated the most. He frowned, shook his head in dissatisfaction, and said, "I don't want to eat this...I want..."

    His chopsticks stretched out towards the tiger skin green pepper: "I want to eat..."

    "Honeysuckle!" Lian Qiao hurriedly held him down, squinting his eyes, his eyes seemed unhappy, "You are drunk. Don't mess around."

    He took away his chopsticks, and there was an indescribable grievance in his heart. At this time, the stomach was churning again, and Ren Dong covered her stomach and cried, "I'm so uncomfortable... I'm so uncomfortable in my stomach..."

    Lian Qiao sighed and lifted him up from the chair: "Go and spit it out."

    Everyone was enjoying themselves, and seeing the two of them leaving the table, they all felt a little disappointed. The monk said, "Go and come back quickly."

    Lian Qiao smiled: "Okay."

    Speaking, he helped Xu Rendong out of the restaurant.

    Outside the restaurant is the hotel reception. Lian Qiao didn't take him upstairs, but turned around and left the hotel.

    Lian Qiao raised his palm, pressed it on his hand, and pressed his mouth to death. The other hand was wrapped tightly around him like steel.

    "Don't vomit here. Go further."

    Honeysuckle was so uncomfortable that she was so dizzy that she couldn't stand, and was almost carried away by Lian Qiao. He didn't know where even Joe was taking him, and he didn't know where he was. He just wants to vomit now.

    But even Joe didn't give him a chance to rest at all.

    Today is the graduation day of the seniors. Many students have already left school, so there are no people on the road. The two of them were walking on the open and spacious main road of the campus, and Ren Dong only felt that the street lamps were shaking and their eyes hurt.

    I feel so uncomfortable...I want to vomit...

    Lian Dong struggled hard, but with his little strength, he couldn't shake Lian Qiao even half a point.

    I don't know how long I have walked, and the street lights that flickered in front of me finally disappeared. Lian Qiao finally let go, and Ren Dong almost bent down at the same time, and vomited out with a wow.

    He drank two glasses of white wine without eating, and all he spit out was alcohol. There was a strong smell of wine in the air, mixed with the sour gas of gastric juice, Xu Rendong felt disgusting even when he smelled it, and he couldn't stop vomiting.

    Lian Qiao wrapped one arm around his waist and patted his back with the other, without saying a word.

    Honeysuckle vomited for a long time, until the stomach cramped and couldn't vomit anything, and he didn't relax. The feeling of nausea still lingered, he retched repeatedly, physiological tears mixed with gastric juice, and his face was a mess.

    Lian Qiao helped him sit aside and wiped his face with a tissue. Honeysuckle leaned against something hard and rough, and through the wet vision, he saw many big trees. So he understood, this is the back mountain. He is leaning against a big tree.

    Why are you here?

    The lips and cheeks were carefully wiped clean. Ren Dong looked at Lian Qiao in a trance, but Lian Qiao lowered his head and began to carefully wipe the filth on his body.

    "Are you sad?" Lian Qiao asked.

    "I..." As soon as Ren Dong opened her mouth, she realized that her voice was hoarse. It was stomach acid that corroded the throat, "...I don't know."

    Lian Qiao lowered her head, but the corners of her mouth raised slightly: "If they die, there will be only the two of us left. Isn't it good?"

    Lin Dong subconsciously felt that there was something wrong with what he said, but he was dizzy and couldn't figure out what was wrong. So Ren Dong had to change the subject and said, "Why come here... I want to drink hot water..."

    Lian Qiao: "Because they will be poisoned soon. The lethal dose of sodium cyanide is very small, and symptoms will start to appear in about twenty minutes after eating. already."

    Honeysuckle tilted her head: "How do you know?"

    Lian Qiao laughed: "Do you need to ask? The police almost took me away when Little Apple died. Of course I know how fast the police of this copy came."

    "I didn't ask this..." Honeysuckle shook his head in a trance. Although he vomited cleanly, he still hadn't woken up. After such a flash, he fainted again, frowning in discomfort.

    Lian Qiao saw that he was about to fall down, so he quickly helped him. Seeing that he was still unsteady, he simply pulled the man into his arms and made him lean against his chest.

    Honeysuckle almost buried her face in his chest and asked sullenly: "Why do you know...that...that poison...twenty minutes...why do you..."

    Probably Lian Qiao's chest was too warm and her breath was too familiar, and Ren Dong felt drowsiness strike quickly. He didn't even finish a word, and fell asleep leaning against Lian Qiao's chest.

    "..." Lian Qiao hugged him tightly, his eyes gradually moved away, looking at the dark night sky.

    "Why do I know?" As if talking to himself or laughing at himself, Lian Qiao smiled and whispered in the ear of Honeysuckle, "Because, I have used it."