This Group of Players Are All Slimes

"I think I just missed the fact that I ate something, so it should be fine."

On the way to the 121st floor after being ordered to take everyone to the 121st floor, the weak chicken man asked helplessly.

Faced with the weak chicken man's question, Satan Ye shook his head: "No, it's very important. In the state of hypermemory, you will remember everything in detail, and you will even tell the succubus how many times you have flirted. , I won’t even forget about eating.”

"I just ask you to forget that now."

"It's okay, it's normal to be in heat with a succubus."

"Thanks, I feel better this way."

"But it's a bit weird to the male succubus, will you do the same to your master Allen?"

"Forget it! Ma Dan, I can't control myself!"

All the way to a room on the 120th floor, the weak chicken man who had died once said weakly: "It should be here."

"We're also sure it's here, after all, it's in the material you provided. The man behind the scenes didn't know you had this special ability, so he missed it. And what he deliberately concealed may have important clues."

They stood in front of a very ordinary wooden door, which looked like the main entrance of a coffee shop, and there was a feeling of being unaffordable in the simplicity.

When the door was pushed open, the bell hanging at the door rang, and there was a scent that made it hard to suppress the appetite.

The room inside the door also looks like an ordinary cafe.

The clear sound of music echoed in the air, as if a woman was recalling her lover, singing like weeping, hurt but not sad, with a touch of melancholy.

There are more than a dozen comfortable sofas and solid wood dining tables in the basketball court-sized coffee shop. There is a welcome desk at the entrance, and a bar counter on the right. The shelves behind the bar counter are filled with various coffees and liqueurs.

In addition, there was no one in the cafe, but there were signs of people's activities everywhere.

There were still half-eaten food on several dining tables, and the thick soup still smelled fragrant, and there were still half-burned cigars in the ashtray beside it.

There was still a dinner plate on one table, the noodles in the plate were only half eaten, and there was a note next to it with a sentence written in Chinese.

"He didn't leave, he'll be back later."

Lu Fan jumped up to look at the note, and after reading it, he said to the others: "At first glance, it is a note left by a single dog. Weak chicken man, was this the arrangement last time you came?"

"The general environment is the same, but the details are different. Almost all the tables were full last time, which should be related to the time of arrival."

Lu Fan sat on a sofa at will, but then felt a strong discomfort, which made him want to walk away from the sofa.

But if you jump on the sofa without food, this feeling disappears immediately and is replaced by a feeling of extreme comfort.

There are two menus on the side of the dining table, one contains traditional beverages such as coffee, and the other contains various foods.

The traditional drinks don't look outrageous and the prices are so modest that it doesn't look like there's anything wrong with it.

But the food in the other book is a bit strange. All the dishes in it are free, but the food doesn't look normal.

"Fried slime, slime soup, satan leaf burger, swordsman steak... Are we the ingredients?"

Satan Ye also sat on a table, picked up the recipe and looked at it: "Clothes can also be made into lunch. Steamed socks, shredded cloak with meat sauce. Ah, weapons can also be used, cold long sword, this thing will not hurt your butt Are you bleeding heavily?"

The swordsman also flipped through the recipe: "Memory seems to work too. Grant remembers pudding, and the mysterious man remembers ice cream. What will happen if you eat it?"

The cookbook is very thin, only two or three pages, but this cookbook seems to be endless, with different content appearing on each page.

Lu Fan flipped through the recipes and accidentally found himself a little hungry.

The names of these dishes seemed to contain some strange spiritual pollution, which made him feel the temptation of food,

whetted his appetite.

After closing the menu, Lu Fan said to the drooling chicken man, "What did you eat here?"

"I didn't eat anything, I didn't even take a sip of water, I just ate a candy at the door."

"Let's go and have a look at the door."

When he came to the welcome area at the door, Lu Fan found that there were indeed a bunch of rainbow candies in the wooden box here.

Looking at the welcome desk, Lu Fan always felt that something was missing.

After carefully recalling the memory of entering the door, he immediately shouted to the swordsman: "Swordsman, kill the weak chicken man!"

A sword light flew over, directly splitting Weak Chicken Man in half from the middle.

With the disappearance of the body, the things hidden by the weak chicken man also surfaced.

The booklets soaked in mucus did not deform in any way, and remained strong even after the mucus disappeared.

Using the wooden stick he picked up to open the booklet, Lu Fan found that it was a customer opinion booklet.

This opinion sheet seems to have the same characteristics as the previous recipes. It looks very thin, but it is endless when you turn it over.

Each page records the impressions of the diners after the meal and the names of the diners, and each line is thought-provoking.

"I eat my painful memories, I forget them forever, and finally forget the pain itself. —XXX"

"Now, I'm finally with you. —XXX"

"They'll never know where the murder weapon was. —XXX"

...

These messages should be diners from different worlds. They came to this weird restaurant to eat, and then ate or permanently discarded something in their stomachs forever.

Finding that the opinion book could not be finished, Lu Fan flipped through it from the back to the front, and finally saw many familiar names.

"Slime is delicious, Soul Eater is delicious.—XXX"

"Slime is delicious, Soul Eater is delicious. —XXX"

"Slime is delicious, Soul Eater is delicious. It's delicious.—XXX"

After looking through hundreds of names, Lu Fan finally saw a familiar name, Weak Chicken Man.

"Soul Eater is so delicious.—Weak Chicken Man"

Calling Satan Ye and Swordsman, Lu Fan pointed to this article: "The case has been solved, they should have eaten Soul Eater here, which led to this result."

Satan Ye looked at the opinion book: "Interesting, this thing should automatically leave the impressions of the diners, so as long as they have eaten, it will be automatically recorded. We need to go back and investigate the list on it. Everyone who has eaten should have been infected with the soul-eating bug. Fortunately, we did not eat."

"I have a question." The swordsman raised his hand, "Why didn't we see the second visit of the Weak Chicken Man in the previous video?"

"He should have been controlled once before, and the other party ordered him not to make any records when he came next time, and accidentally avoided this video. Next, we only need to investigate the actions of the people above, then we should be able to infer Find out who is behind the scenes."

Immediately turning back to the headquarters, the three of them saw the anxious Cui En as soon as they came back.

Seeing the three people who came back, Cui En said eagerly: "It's not good, hundreds of us are missing."

"Who is there?"

Hearing the names reported by Cui En, Lu Fan matched these names with the names on the opinion sheet one by one, and nodded clearly.

"I understand, the other party is in a hurry."

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