I'm just acting like a pervert, I'm actually a good prisoner

There were no clocks or anything like that in the whole villa, so one could only guess what time it was based on one's own sense of body.

When Xie Qi first came in, he was preparing dinner, and now it was pitch black when he looked out the window.

He roughly estimated that it should be 8-9 o'clock now, and after returning to the room, he began to search every corner of the room quietly.

He did not forget that his every move was now exposed to the audience's sight. At that time, for fun, he chose to hide his identity, so he naturally had to carry it through to the end.

As the saying goes, the customer is God.

Xie Qi did not want to perform a boring drama for the audience ladies and gentlemen and leave a bad impression on them.

So, the audience in the live broadcast room saw that after this perverted chef returned to the room, he began to patrol the room like a king, humming a song they could not understand.

Xie Qi finally stood by the closet by the door, changing his clothes while scanning the inside to see if there was anything hidden.

There were only three sets of clothes hanging inside, one was the same white chef uniform as his, one was a black shirt and trousers, and the other was a black pajamas.

Of course, the most conspicuous thing was a long knife under the wardrobe.

Xie Qi did not take it, and he knew with his feet that this was the murder weapon used by his original body to kill people before.

But he already had a better knife, so he didn't care about this one.

He reached out to take off his shirt, and took off his clothes very calmly and put them on.

During this period, he pretended to touch the knife accidentally, and sure enough, the attributes were very rubbish compared to his knife.

So he continued to change clothes.

At this time, the audience in the live broadcast room could only see a mosaic on him, and they all said it was a pity.

[No, why do you feel sorry for a pervert changing clothes? ]

[Although he is a pervert, he is also a good-looking pervert (evil smile)]

[What's so good about a man? It's better to go see Mrs. Custer. ]

[Then go and see it. Who stopped you? Why are you complaining here if you don't leave? ]

[Oh my god, how can a pervert have fans? Is it really just about looks? ]

[Who said it wasn't? I saw that person's profile is a C-class citizen? Why is he not working properly in the company and watching live broadcasts? ]

[Yo! Did you poke the lungs of the honorable B-class adults? What's wrong with us C-class people? We can at least support ourselves. What else do you B-class people have to show off besides your birth? ]

[Be careful of being blocked in front, or just watch the live broadcast. This pervert feels a bit exciting after watching it for a long time, right? (shy))]

Ever since Xie Qi took off his clothes, the audience began to split into two groups to debate.

One side was attracted by Xie Qi's showy operation and wanted to see what other tricks he could use.

The other side stayed simply because of his appearance, and the rest were those who accidentally clicked in and couldn't leave before the time limit.

Xie Qi naturally didn't know that he had set off a bloody storm again, but even if he knew, he would only feel happy.

You know, black and red are also red. As a new anchor, I am not afraid of being scolded by others, but I am afraid that no one will watch.

Xie Qi's figure is very slender in his black shirt and trousers. He walked leisurely to the desk while buttoning his cufflinks.

This desk is very empty. There is only a kerosene lamp and a notebook on it, nothing else.

Xie Qi did not rush to look at the notebook. He first picked up the kerosene lamp, as if he was observing the fuel inside.

Relevant information immediately appeared in his mind:

[Name: Special kerosene lamp]

[Type: Props]

[Quality: Ordinary]

[Attribute: None]

[Can I take it out of the copy: No]

[Note: The kerosene lamp using special fuel has a lighting range of two meters. Please refill it as soon as possible when the fuel is exhausted, otherwise an accident may occur. ]

The attributes of this kerosene lamp are ordinary, and it is the special fuel that makes people look at it.

Guessing that this fuel must be difficult to obtain, Xie Qi put the lamp down first.

I pulled out the chair in front of the table, and only opened the notebook after I sat down.

[March 2 Temperature: Suitable

Today's ingredients are of good quality and cut very smoothly.

It's just that it's really hard to wash the blood off my hands, but I can't get rid of the warm touch, which is really difficult.

March 3 Temperature: Cool

Today's ingredients are not very obedient, so I cut a few more times.

Ah, this kind of pleasure is really incomparable to anything else. It's the most exciting when it cries for my life.

Even if I can't taste them, I enjoy this fear and despair more.

March 4...]

Xie Qi kept flipping through it. Every day it said that another ingredient was killed, and the original body's love for this kind of thing couldn't be controlled between the lines.

The perspective of the live broadcast room can be switched to Xie Qi's perspective, so many viewers also saw thoseContent.

[…I thought I had accepted the chef’s perversion, but I didn’t expect him to be even more perverted! ]

[My eyes! Please give me a pair of eyes I’ve never seen before! ]

[A criminal of this level can be rated A-level on Prisoner Island, right? ]

[That shouldn’t be the case. This chef is just a little perverted. At present, it seems that his combat power is not very strong. At most, he will be rated C-level. ]

[C-level is also very powerful, right? They are all extremely vicious serial killers. This chef is just processing ingredients in the villa. How can he be so cruel. ]

[What blinded you in the front? Is it a nutrient? ]

After reading from beginning to end, Xie Qi closed the notebook.

He sighed in his heart because he didn’t find any useful information from it.

The whole article is the original body expressing his thoughts on killing. He is tired of reading too much.

Putting the notebook back on the table, Xie Qi pretended to find a pen and opened the drawer under the table.

There were not only pens, but also several things that looked like gems, and a pair of black gloves.

Although there were gloves, the original body didn't like to wear them, and complained in his notes that the blood was not washed clean.

Just when Xie Qi wanted to take out those gem-like things, there was a knock on the door behind him.

"Knock, knock, knock--"

"Kanibari, it's me, open the door."

The voice of the old butler Sebastian sounded outside the door.

Xie Qi first pushed the drawer back, then stood up and pulled the chair back to its original position, and then slowly opened the door.

When the door opened, Sebastian hadn't spoken yet, but he first glanced into the room from Xie Qi's shoulder and found that the furnishings inside seemed to have not changed from before, and his expression was relieved.

This change is not noticeable to ordinary people, but Xie Qi's eyesight, which he has trained in the casino for many years, is as obvious to him as a child.

Sebastian turned his gaze back to Xie Qi, staring at his seemingly unchanging smile and said:

"The master is very satisfied with your dinner today. You can go to the back to pick out the ingredients you like, and you can handle the rest yourself."