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Yan Xi straightened up and said, "Are you kidding me? I'm just worried that I'll have to trouble the chef to find food tonight."

After saying that, Yan Xi walked straight into the kitchen.

Mu An stood at the door with a smile on his face, not moving.

The kitchen was very clean and tidy. Chef Zhou, with a burly figure, stood at the counter. He raised his knife and chopped unknown bones into pieces. It was normal for some blood and flesh to splatter all over his body.

Yan Xi watched Chef Zhou wielding the knife and fell, and he felt that the man chasing him with a knife in the messy kitchen in his nightmare was exactly like Chef Zhou.

Chef Zhou threw the chopped bones into the basin, and then took out a piece of bone from the basket next to it.

He didn't seem to notice that someone outside had come in and was concentrating on doing his own thing.

Yan Xi was even more curious about what kind of bones Chef Zhou was chopping. He slowly approached, walked around the table, and finally saw clearly what was in the basket.

There was a pile of bones, some long, some short, some thick, some thin, and it was impossible to tell what animal they belonged to.

Chef Zhou bent down and used his bloody hands to pull out a long bone from the basket. As he fiddled with it, a head appeared from the pile of flesh and blood.

The skinned, hairless head turned and faced Yan Xi. The bloody face was dark and the deep eye sockets seemed to be staring straight at the stranger who broke in.

When Yan Xi realized that it was a human head, he screamed, took a few steps back in fear, bumped into the table, and fell to the ground in a mess.

Chef Zhou turned around with a big knife covered with minced meat in his hand, and a big smile appeared on his honest face. "Oh, a guest is coming."

Yan Xi didn't care about the camera that fell on the ground. He struggled to get up and ran out the door regardless of anything.

"Mr. Yan, what's wrong with you?"

Mu An stood at the door, still smiling, and was friendly to an eerie degree.

Yan Xi panicked, "He killed someone! That chef killed someone!"

Mu An tilted his head, as if he couldn't understand what Yan Xi was saying, or perhaps he couldn't understand why Yan Xi was afraid.

Behind him, Chef Zhou's smiling voice came, "Now that you're here, don't leave in a hurry. Sharpen the knife for me."

Yan Xi tried to push Mu An away, "Let me go! Let me go!"

Mu An was like a mountain and could not be moved at all.

Chef Zhou waved his hand and Yan Xi was knocked to the ground. Then, a flying kitchen knife pierced his shoulder and nailed him to the ground.

Yan Xide's screams were particularly creepy in the night. The pain made him pale. He looked at Chef Zhou who was slowly approaching him in horror. He felt that Chef Zhou was like a looming mountain. "Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I can give you whatever you want! Oh, I have some savings, I can give it all to you!"

However, no matter what he said, Chef Zhou never stopped approaching.

When Yan Xi felt desperate, he saw a young man coming out of the house. He shouted: "Save me! Save me! This chef and Mu An are all perverts! Save me!"

Pei Yan stopped, still holding a ceramic stew pot in his hand. He didn't even feel the food was hot. Seeing the bloody scene, he seemed to be frightened. He tilted his head slightly, looking innocent and confused. His expression was somewhat similar to Mu An who was blocking the door.

Yan Xi could guess that Chef Zhou and Mu An were in cahoots, but Pei Yan was an outsider like him, so he couldn't be a murderer too!

When Yan Xi saw Pei Yan, he felt like he had grabbed a life-saving straw and said, "Call the police, call the police!"

As a slippered foot stepped on his face, deforming his jaw, Yan Xi could only let out a frightened "hehe" and could not say anything else.

His eyes, with pupils dilated due to fear, looked at the innocent Pei Yan in disbelief, and his whole body was shaking.

Pei Yan held the stew pot steady, not letting any of the soup spill out. He was usually full of energy, but now there was no trace of emotion on his clean and handsome face.

But his young voice was still as bright as ever, "Don't leave any blood, don't leave any body, don't leave any trace of him, don't cause trouble for the police uncle."

Chef Zhou gave a perfunctory "Oh".

If Pei Yan hadn't said this before, he wouldn't have to come here late at night to work overtime chopping bones.

Pei Yan's face was filled with an innocent smile again, and he walked out of the kitchen happily.

Mu An also left the kitchen and closed the door.

Yan Xi watched the door close, and the dim corridor outside was completely cut off. He was in this bright room, sweating profusely as he looked at the big man approaching step by step, and a hoarse gasp of despair came out of his throat.

Mu An walked in the aisle, thinking of the look Pei Yan gave him when he left. He raised his hand and touched the back of his neck, still feeling a little cold.

"You're pretending to be me again." A young man who looked exactly like him stood in front of him, muttering unhappily: "So every time these pigs are about to die, they just call me a pervert."

The "Mu An" who took Yan Xi to the kitchen was actually Mu Ping.

Mu Ping was a man with a bit of a bad taste. Every time before sending someone to die, he would say that he was Mu An, taking advantage of the fact that others could not tell him apart from Mu An. In this way, when the dying person cursed, he would only curse Mu An.

Mu Ping smiled and said, "You are me and I am you, why should we be so clear?"

Mu An snorted: "You sound nice. Last time I stole the sweet flour buns from the kitchen and was caught by the chef, why didn't you come and take the blame for me?"

Mu Ping stroked his chin and said, "If I take the blame for you, then the fact that I stole the honey might be exposed."

Mu An opened his eyes wide, "Damn it! They all said that I stole the honey, but I said no, and no one believed me. It turned out that you stole the honey!"

On the other side, Pei Yan had already carried the stew pot to the fourth floor. When he came out of the elevator, he heard a concerned voice faintly above his head.

"It's cold at night, Xiaoyan, you should wear more clothes when you go out."

Aunt Wu was holding a rag, hanging upside down on the ceiling like a spider. Bai Yao had told her before that she needed to pay attention to the hygiene of some places, so she was now working overtime to clean every corner of the hotel.

She is a gentle woman, and her concern for Pei Yan is genuine.

Pei Yan didn't even raise his head, just like a child who despised his mother's unnecessary worries. He replied casually: "I know, you keep talking so much, it's annoying."

Aunt Zhou sighed, took the rag, and crawled to another corner with twisted joints, muttering, "This kid still has such a bad temper. I don't know how Manager Bai can stand him."