Chapter 2792: The Feast of Nightmares (Part 11)

The bodies were dragged away, and everyone started a new game in a new round of terror. This time they had to write the story of the main course, but in this round, they had more ideas.

After the elimination results of the previous round came out, they discovered that the strategy they adopted before was effective. Those who had their slips of paper snatched away and had no ability to write new answers were all eliminated. In other words, it was indeed possible to decide the winner list in advance by destroying others' answers.

Now only 20 people remained in the whole field. The number of people to be eliminated this time was 10.

The number of people eliminated didn't seem to have any special rules. Sometimes it was more, sometimes less, seemingly all depending on the head chef's mood, so people couldn't judge very rationally whether they would be eliminated in the next round.

This time, half of the people had to be subtracted again. The remaining 20 people had no rationality left. They only wanted to destroy the other party's answers quickly. Roars, screams, and shouts of killing filled the air.

The head chef was indifferent to the chaos in the restaurant. Shiler was still eating, seemingly completely unrelated to the clamor.

Because there were fewer and fewer people, the difficulty of collecting the slips of paper became lower and lower. After a while, all the answers were collected. The head chef went into the backstage again, and when he came out this time, he paused extra.

"Next, I want to announce the list of ingredients." The head chef said the familiar opening remarks, but his tone became heavy, and he spat out a name that no one expected.

"Nyarlathotep."

Others were only surprised for a moment, and then they quickly reacted. Shiler's elimination was deserved, because he didn't write anything in the previous round. He was busy eating and didn't hand in the paper at all. It would be strange if he wasn't eliminated.

The link of eliminating people was unified when all the lists were announced. Except for Shiler, there were nine other people. The names were read very quickly. Those whose names weren't read let out a long sigh of relief.

Dr. Nyarlathotep, who knew all the correct answers, being eliminated could be counted as the only good news since the beginning, because he no longer completely occupied a must-win quota, so others' survival chances were a bit more.

The execution began.

The execution process in the past was very fast. The moment the spine hanging from the ceiling touched the person, it would pull out the other party's spine completely. The body falling to the ground would twitch a few times, but soon it would become silent.

The spine had already hung down.

But just at this moment, a sudden change occurred. The spine hanging above Shiler's head was cut off by a cold table knife.

It wasn't Shiler who threw the knife. Shiler was still eating.

A waiter closest to here walked behind Shiler and stood still. The spine continued to grow downward at a very fast speed, but every time it was about to touch Shiler's body, it would be cut off by the waiter with a knife.

The execution was completed. The other nine people all died, and only Shiler sat in place safely. The remaining ten people, no matter how stupid they were, could see that something was wrong.

This didn't seem like someone was shielding Shiler.

One of them suddenly realized something. He shouted, "Dining! He has been dining, so no one can hurt him!"

The atmosphere in the restaurant stagnated. This seemed like a riddle with the answer written on the question. What else could one do in a restaurant besides dining?

Everyone was terrified by the abnormality on the ceiling, and the head chef threatened them very viciously. They naturally thought that the person standing at the very front had the power of life and death, so of course, they obediently listened to his words and started playing the game.

So it turned out that as long as one maintained the posture of eating, one wouldn't be attacked?

No matter what, try it first. The other ten people picked up knives and forks one after another, but at this time, the head chef spoke up.

"Are you serious? I remember I said that the winner is the diner, and the loser is the ingredient."

Everyone's movements paused. They suddenly realized what the raw materials of the food on the plate were.

But one of them gritted his teeth and said, "That's their own fault. Who told them not to discover this early?"

Having said that, he began to wolf down food regardless of everything.

Others' hesitation didn't last long either. They began to eat the food on the plate. This dish was cheese, but there was still meat on the plate, seemingly roasted meat chunks marinated in wine. Many people avoided the meat, seemingly so that morality could allow them to eat other things without any burden.

In the cheese segment, the head chef announced that five people were to be eliminated.

A part of the people felt uneasy, fearing that the rule of Shiler avoiding being killed wouldn't work on them, so they still wrote things and handed them in.

There were only 10 people left in the whole field. 5 people wrote things, and 5 didn't. Shiler and the surviving Jeremiah both handed in blank papers.

When time was up, the head chef read out the elimination list. The five who didn't write were all eliminated. The spine hung down and began to attack them.

The other five who luckily escaped were all watching the other five intently. They wanted to know if the rule that eating could avoid being killed was really true.

Except for Shiler, four more waiters walked out. They used knives to cut off the spines that wanted to attack the diners. Five people lived safely.

The other five let out a sigh of relief. It turned out this rule was effective. Sure enough, eating could avoid being killed. They could finally survive.

Reaching the dessert segment, the head chef announced the number of people to be eliminated again. Because he failed to eliminate five people last time, the number of people to be eliminated this time was still five.

This time, no one handed in the paper.

Anyway, as long as one ate, one wouldn't be killed. This game had seven rounds in total, and dessert was already the second to last round. As long as one persisted a bit more, one could successfully pass through.

Everyone was eating quietly. A cold light flashed in the head chef's eyes, but he didn't have any movements, just standing in place and watching quietly.

A young man with glasses who should have been eliminated in the cheese segment rang the service bell next to him lightly. He let out a long sigh, looked at Shiler at the table next to him, and found that one could actually order any dish on the menu. He was preparing to order an appetizer wine. The dessert just now was a bit too sweet and greasy. He had always been unaccustomed to eating sweets.

The waiter walked toward him. Just when the glasses man was pretending to look at the menu, *pfft*, a knife was thrust into his chest. He looked down in disbelief, and then fell onto the table.

Now only nine people were left.

Everyone was stunned. Wasn't it said that as long as one ate, it would be fine? Could it be because of this man's action of stopping eating to ring the service bell? But Shiler also did this before, and nothing happened.

Suddenly someone looked at the man's plate. The lady sitting next to him said loudly, "He didn't finish! He didn't finish all the dessert before ringing the bell. The rule should be that wasting is not allowed."

Others immediately looked down at their plates. Fortunately, the portion of dessert wasn't large, basically it could be finished in a few bites. The remaining few people didn't particularly dislike dessert. Even if they did, for the sake of their lives, they would try hard to finish it.

Someone finished the things on the plate in two or three bites, let out a long sigh of relief, put down the knife and fork, and waited for a while before intending to ring the bell. But just in this while he paused, the hanging spine stuck to his neck.

With a *swish*, his spine was pulled out.

He was exactly one of the five people who didn't hand in the answer in the cheese level. Now there were only three of these five people left, and there were still eight people left in the field.

Others also discovered that it seemed that eating too slowly wouldn't work either. Only in the process of continuous intake of food would the waiter protect you. Once you stopped, you would be killed by the terrifying monster on the ceiling.

At this time, a smart person immediately realized that he should eat slowly, because although he wasn't the person eliminated in this round, this game had one more round after all. If he was eliminated in the next round, but couldn't eat anymore, as long as there was a slight pause, the waiter wouldn't protect himself.

So he should eat slowly in this segment to prevent future trouble, so that he would have an easier time later.

Among the five people who weren't eliminated, two adopted this strategy. They began to scrape the frosting on the surface of the dessert bit by bit and send it into their mouths, reaching a state of eating but not eating.

Just after they dawdled for a while, the waiter flashed behind one of them and stabbed a knife into his chest again. Now only seven people were left in the field.

Others were really about to break down. What kind of rule was this again?

"Every meal has a time limit." Shiler suddenly spoke, "This is one of the Western dining etiquettes, because French cuisine is served one by one. If the previous dish is eaten too slowly, it might make the next dish become not fresh. Relying on this to stall for time is useless."

The crowd didn't know what the limit of this time was, but they didn't dare to gamble, so they finished the things on the plate in two or three bites and hurriedly rang the service bell to call for the next dish.

Not finishing won't work, and eating too slowly won't work, so they could only start from the dishes, eating things that aren't easy to get tired of and aren't easy to occupy the stomach. So among the first six dishes, the best choice was the appetizer wine.

Three of the seven people chose this dish, but this time what was served wasn't "Gotham Sunset," but a blue-purple cocktail.

Among these seven people, some wine experts immediately realized that this wasn't any appetizer wine at all; there was definitely high-proof alcohol in it. But the moment the dish was served, they couldn't help but not eat it.

The three picked up their wine glasses one after another, smelling the heavy smell of alcohol, and they almost vomited, but they didn't dare not drink. Some chose to pick up the glass and drink it in one gulp, and some chose to taste it slowly.

The former fell drunk on the table the moment they finished the wine. He was also one of the people eliminated before. Without the action of eating, he was almost immediately pulled out of his spine.

Now there were only Shiler and Jeremiah left in the eliminated group, and the total number of people was only six.

At this time, the head chef announced that the final round had begun. The number of people to be eliminated in this round was still five. ===== CHAPTER 2793 =====