triple world

On the other side of the hall are the dining room and the kitchen, and in the middle are the stairs going upstairs. The lights are not turned on, and it is also immersed in darkness.

The surroundings were quiet, and there seemed to be no one else except the ten of them. In this case, the "Mr. and Mrs. Smith" mentioned by the mirror had a high probability of encountering an accident, which is the so-called "terrible thing".

Their current location is on the first floor. Everyone discussed it and planned to check the situation on the first floor before going upstairs.

Fu Yan followed Zhai Feiwen and was protected by him. It must be said that his relationship with Xia Deng was indeed good. Zhai Feiwen's status as a protector seemed to have been deeply engraved in his heart, and it was all subconscious actions.

For Zhai Feiwen's lover, this is a manifestation of love, but for Fu Yan, it is a heavy obstacle in front of him. Fortunately, at this time, everyone's focus is on the villa itself, and he can temporarily put aside this trouble.

A group of people soon came to the dining room and kitchen.

There are several prepared dishes on the dining table, but they are not enough for a banquet for the guests. There are still many materials that are being prepared in the kitchen. It is obvious that their owners left after half processing.

Gu Wensheng covered his nose, frowned and coughed twice: "The burnt smell is so strong."

Fu Yan and the others also smelled it when they came in, but he was more sensitive to this smell than others, and the stimulation he received was greater.

The source of the burnt smell was the pot placed on the induction cooker. At this time, the bottom of the pot was a mess, and it was burnt into a charred black mass. Some pieces of meat could be vaguely seen on it, soaked in a little black liquid.

Because the kitchen window was open, most of the burnt smell dissipated, and what Fu Yan and the others could smell was the stubborn smell left in the pot.

Zhai Feiwen reached out and touched the outside of the pot, but there was no heat at all, which meant that the kitchen had already looked like this some time before they entered the game world.

"The pot has no temperature, and the smell has dissipated more than half of it when it's burned like this. It should take a while." Zhai Feiwen said.

The man who spoke before also spoke: "It was already dark when we came here, and cooking in the kitchen must not be done in the dark, but neither the dining room nor the kitchen are turned on, so when the people in the kitchen go out The sky is still very bright. And we are here for dinner, so it is very likely that it will be after lunch, that is, at one or two o'clock in the afternoon."

He also expressed his own opinion, which does have some truth.

The dining room and kitchen are located on the east side of the house. There are more decorative glass here, and the lighting is good, so it is feasible not to turn on the lights in the afternoon.

"Who turned off the fire in the kitchen?" The woman with a cut hair was a little puzzled. It was absolutely impossible for ten of them. Could it be that one of Mr. and Mrs. Smith came to turn it off?

Everyone looked at each other in dismay, a little confused, only Fu Yan looked at everyone's blank eyes, hesitated for a while, and said: "It should be to prevent dry burning. After the water dries up, the power will be automatically cut off, so the burning will not continue."

Judging from Xia Deng's reaction, he probably doesn't know anything about the kitchen, and so do the other people present, who don't seem to know much about the induction cooker in front of them.

It's just that Fu Yan didn't care whether Zhai Feiyun would notice something was wrong. Once the things confirmed at the beginning were wrong, it might affect their subsequent judgments, and it would be too deliberate to wait until then to say the matter , are more likely to arouse suspicion.

Fu Yan himself has already prepared a reason to deal with Zhai Feiyun's doubts, so he can only try it first.

"Anti-cooking?" Several other people were stunned. They really didn't know much about the kitchen. After all, it was a bit difficult for people who are not very good at cooking to understand this kind of thing.

If that's the case, chances are no one will come back to turn off the fire in the kitchen.

At the same moment, Fu Yan clearly noticed that Zhai Feiyun's eyes had been on him, as if he had already noticed something.

He hesitated for a while, and when he was about to explain, he was hugged from behind suddenly, Zhai Feiyun's red hair rubbed against his cheeks and it was still a little itchy: "Baby, I didn't expect you to say that you would make me something to eat, but you would still say yes." I have done so much homework, but it’s okay to know more things, let’s not do it in the future! I think it’s good to go out to eat.”

Fu Yan: "..." He didn't even say his own excuse, and Zhai Feiyun found a reasonable explanation on his own. From his words, it's not difficult to infer that Xia Deng's cooking skills are quite miserable.

But Fu Yan escaped a catastrophe because of this, and didn't care about Zhai Feiyun's intimate posture with him at the moment, so he could only nod with a dry smile, and then quietly stepped on Zhai Feiyun's foot like the summer lantern in his memory.

Xia Deng next to him was dumbfounded.

I thought that Zhai Feiyun should be suspicious when Fu Yan suddenly said such a sentence, but he didn't expect that his mind turned and he thought of what he said on a whim several months ago. Said he was poor at cooking...

Gu Wensheng lowered his gaze, stared at Fu Yan's hair and asked, "Brother, can't you cook?"

The meaning behind the words could not be heard more clearly in Xia Deng's ears - don't you know how to cook, why don't you even know this?

Xia Deng felt bitter in his heart, and it was only a short time before he was caught again, but after only an hour of memory, Fu Yan's mind was full of Gu Wensheng, where did he think that he could cook?

He could only smile slightly: "He already said it, so I didn't speak again." But he didn't expect Gu Wensheng to believe it.

As expected, the number above Gu Wensheng's head jumped down again.

Xia Deng: "It's too difficult for me..."

They stayed in the kitchen for a while, and they determined that the person who was cooking in the kitchen before had left and hadn't come back, and was called away suddenly. He might plan to come back after a while, but obviously he didn't did not succeed.

On the corner of the cooking table was frozen shrimp meat that should have been stored in the refrigerator. The outer packaging bag had not been removed. At this moment, the ice covering it had melted into a puddle of water, but there was no peculiar smell yet.

So who the hell called him out?

They didn't know, and they didn't know whether it was Mr. Smith or Mrs. Smith who had been in the kitchen before, or if they were both here and who took them away.

In the kitchen and dining room, besides these clues, they could find nothing that would give them other information.

They decided to go upstairs and have a look.

A group of people went up the stairs and entered the second floor of the villa. As soon as they came up, they smelled a bloody smell.

There were several rooms on both sides of the corridor, and they soon discovered that the smell came from the bathroom on the left, and a few drops of blood could be seen at the door.

They walked into the bathroom, and there was a long drag mark on the floor, from the door to the edge of the bathtub. A blond man was lying on his back in the bathtub, and the blood from his body dyed the whole bathtub red.

This person should be the Mr. Smith they were looking for.