Who says vengeful ghosts can't go on blind dates?

"A customer rushing to finish their meal?" the chef's voice leaked from the crack. "Tch, we've seen it all. But rules are rules..."

"Please leave, sir. It's not time to serve the meal yet."

Another chef ghost, without even looking up, said something in the same tone as the faceless female ghost at the front desk.

"Really?" Despite being rejected repeatedly, the cameraman was not in a hurry at all.

He reached into his collar. A moment later, he pulled out several ghost coins from inside his clothes.

Thanks to Ren Zhizhe's investment, Sunset Cinema is now flush with cash.

"tip?"

The chef ghosts all put down what they were holding.

Their eyes were fixed on this spot, unable to look away for even a moment.

"The serving time... can certainly be earlier. Hehe, we can bring the dishes over now."

"That's good."

The cameraman casually placed the ghost money on the table beside him. After that, he left the kitchen without lingering.

When he went back, he didn't go through the lobby.

The lobby was filled with crystal chandeliers. These chandeliers were frantically smashing at "Ren Zhizhe," who was strolling around the lobby, and the cameraman had no intention of joining in the fun.

"Let's see if those chefs actually listened to what I said."

The cameraman activated his ability again.

……

Beihuang Hotel.

kitchen.

The human players were all busy chopping the meat on the table.

Now, only four players remain.

A girl in a plaid shirt and a low ponytail, a gunman and a woman.

The other players were simply unlucky while chopping meat and accidentally became ingredients on the table.

That's right, that player is mixed into the piece of meat they're chopping right now.

The woman in the plaid shirt muttered something unintelligible as she chopped meat. Her low ponytail, as always, left her expression blank, her movements mechanical.

In the end, it was the gunman who couldn't hold back any longer.

"How long are we going to keep chopping?"

Forget about getting tips from customers; they haven't even encountered a single customer yet.

If this continues, they will never be able to complete the tasks given to them by the bizarre game.

"Hey," he tried to reason with the man in the plaid shirt, "these ghosts are clearly trying to prevent us from completing our mission. Should we work together to figure out how to escape this kitchen?"

However, the man in the plaid shirt completely ignored him.

"unlucky."

Looking at the two wooden-like humans opposite him, he was truly numb.

How did I end up with teammates like this?

Just then, a vengeful ghost of a chef silently crept up from behind them.

By the time they noticed, the vengeful ghost had been standing behind them for a full minute.

"Go to the fourth floor and deliver food to the 'Sunset Glow' private room. The food is on the east side."

The chef's ghostly words made everyone stop what they were doing.

The man in the plaid shirt paused, the cleaver hovering in mid-air, a wisp of something, whose origin was unknown, still clinging to the blade.

"Fourth floor?" he finally spoke, his voice hoarse as if he hadn't spoken in a long time. "The Sunset Private Room?"

The chef ghost didn't answer, but just stared at them with his empty eyes, a cryptic smile playing on his lips.

The next second, he turned and left, disappearing from everyone's sight.

The gunman was the first to react. He threw down his knife and muttered, "Finally, they're letting us out."

After that, he walked directly towards the east side of the so-called kitchen.

With him taking the lead, the other three players quickly followed.

Several rows of food carts were laid out horizontally on the east side of the kitchen.

The food cart was covered with a dark red velvet cloth, and the outlines of the plates could be vaguely seen beneath it.

The gunman lifted one of the pieces of cloth, revealing an upside-down lid underneath.

While the chef ghost wasn't looking, he quietly opened one of the lids. The moment it was opened, steam rushed out, carrying an indescribable, fishy-sweet smell.

The plate contains a whole roasted suckling pig.

The gunman stared at the suckling pig for three seconds, then said nothing and turned to look at the woman.

The woman stared at the roast suckling pig for a while. Then, she leaned closer for a better look, before turning to look at the gunman.

In an instant, the gunman understood what the woman meant.

"How is this possible?"

These are all normal foods.

The gunman then lifted the other sheets of cloth. Unsurprisingly, they were all filled with normal food.

In other words, the meat they just chopped up, and those strange things, were not meant for the guests to eat at all.

Damn it, why did they even make them chop up that meat?

The gunman felt like he'd been played. He was clearly furious, but those chefs were all vengeful ghosts, and he couldn't vent his anger.

The gunman took a deep breath, suppressing the surging anger in his chest.

He reached out and grabbed the handle of a food cart, tried to push it, but couldn't budge it.

Is this car that heavy?

The woman came over. The two of them pushed together, and this time they finally managed to move it.

This couldn't be the weight of the food. So, the only explanation is the material of the food cart.

The gunman and the woman pushed the unusually heavy food cart. The metal wheels rolled over the greasy kitchen floor tiles, making an unpleasant creaking sound.

A girl in a plaid shirt and a low ponytail followed behind. The four players pushed two food carts up the stairs in the staff passageway.

The staff entrance is a separate path from the staircase of the Beihuang Hotel. This path is entirely sloping with no steps, seemingly designed specifically for pushing carts.

The lights in the corridor flickered, casting distorted shadows.

The four of them were actually quite lucky.

Previously, players would push food carts to the elevator. The elevator was haunted by a vengeful ghost, so players who entered were often either killed or seriously injured.

But now, that vengeful ghost disguised itself as Ren Zhizhe and wandered off aimlessly.

The elevator was therefore unusable. That's why they were able to use the employee entrance.

There are no evil spirits in the employee passageway. However, the design here is extremely anti-human.

The slope becomes increasingly steep. Because the food cart is heavy, the player acting as a waiter may find it increasingly difficult to push it further back.

Once the pressure is released, the food cart will slide back. The people will likely be fine; after all, a food cart isn't a steel coil.

But if you don't control it properly, the food inside will spill out—

Then the players' waiter careers will come to an end.

When they pushed the gun to about the second floor, the gunman and the woman discovered the problem.

But they didn't take it seriously at all.

It's just a minor setback; they can just stop and rest for a while, right?

But the two food carts the players were pushing were getting heavier and heavier. After pushing them to the third floor, they could no longer ignore the weight of the carts.

"Something's not right..." Fine beads of sweat appeared on the woman's forehead. "The things in this car seem to be getting heavier."

The gunman gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his arms. However, the food cart remained stationary.

He tried to exert force again, but the food cart only trembled slightly, and the wheels seemed to be gripped tightly by something, remaining motionless.

It wasn't until the third attempt, this time with the woman, that they were able to push the food cart again.

"Don't stop yet," he said in a low voice. "Push it up in one go. If we stay here too long, something bad will happen."

The woman nodded, and the two of them took a deep breath, channeling all their strength into their arms. The food cart finally began to move again, but every inch it advanced felt like pushing a mountain.

The girl in the plaid shirt and low ponytail followed behind, their food cart equally heavy, but the two seemed oblivious, their steps mechanical and steady.

"You..." The gunman glanced back, his pupils contracting slightly.

The two people's food cart made no sound when its wheels rolled over the ground.

Is there a problem with the food cart? No.

Could it be that these two used items possessed by vengeful spirits?

Are these ghostly items that alter gravity?

A hint of gloom appeared in the gunman's eyes.

Players who survive two rounds of the eerie game usually have several ghostly items. However, his ghostly items are for combat and are of no use to him now.

The exit on the fourth floor is right in front of you.

The gunman and the woman practically dragged the food cart up. When they finally stepped onto level ground, they both slumped against the wall, panting heavily.

The woman looked around; the doors to the private rooms on both sides of the corridor were all closed, and the nameplates on the doors bore different words.

Which one is the so-called "Sunset Glow" private room?

no one knows.

Fortunately, the vengeful spirits on the fourth floor were even more anxious than the humans.

Just as they were pushing their food cart, somewhat bewildered on the fourth floor, a vengeful ghost crawled over from a distance.

It was an octopus demon.

The octopus-like creature's tentacles slithered along the ground, their surfaces covered with suckers, each one twitching slightly as if it were breathing heavily.

"Sunset Glow Box." His voice came from an unseen opening in his body, carrying a damp quality. "Come with me."

The gunman instinctively took a half step back, his hand already reaching for the ghostly artifact at his waist.

When dealing with vengeful spirits, items related to them are more effective than guns.

But the octopus demon didn't seem to intend to attack.

Even though the malice in his eyes and the desire to torment humans were about to overflow, he ultimately restrained himself.

"Come with me." He turned his back, pointed to the depths of the corridor with his foremost tentacle, and then slowly moved in that direction.

Seeing this, the four players stood still for a moment.

As the octopus demon was about to disappear, the woman tugged at the gunman's sleeve and shook her head.

You must not use your hands.

We absolutely cannot follow them.

However, the gunman didn't move, but the man in the plaid shirt did.

The plaid shirt was with the girl with the low ponytail. The two of them worked together to push the food cart towards the direction of the octopus demon.

The octopus demons were much faster than them. However, the tentacles left wet trails as they crawled across the ground, and the plaid shirt pushed the cart along these trails.

"What?"

The gunman froze.

But trusting the woman, he still didn't make a move.

He did not choose to follow.

There was no choice but to offer any reminders. After all, the person in the plaid shirt hadn't helped him push his cart while they were in the employee entrance.

At that moment, the plaid shirt was moving forward along the wet stains.

He chose to push the cart forward.

Furthermore, he did not warn the gunman.

They each discovered different things and had different intelligence.

Decisions made will naturally differ depending on one's perspective and standpoint.

Thinking of this, he chuckled softly and began to mutter to himself again, speaking in a very soft, fragmented voice that no one else could hear or understand.

The octopus demon wasn't just blindly moving forward.

Every few meters, the octopus ghost would stop for a moment, waiting for the food cart in the plaid shirt to catch up, before continuing to move forward.

But the gunman wouldn't see that.

The food cart and the darkness blocked the gunman's and woman's vision, obscuring their path to gather intelligence.

"What should we do?" the woman asked the gunman.

At that moment, the gunman stood still, watching the food cart in the plaid shirt gradually disappear into the distance.

"Go and take a look at the doors to these private rooms first," he said casually, as if it were an easy task.

The gunman himself wouldn't go. The reasons are quite valid:

"I have to stay and look after the food truck."

The woman appeared to accept the gunman's decision.

She began to approach the doors of some of the private rooms, risking being suddenly killed to observe them, attempting to deduce which room was the "Sunset" private room.

However, as they observed the door, the texture of the wall on this floor suddenly changed.

"Um?"

On the other side, the person in the plaid shirt also noticed the change in the wall texture.

However, he had already arrived at the "Sunset" private room under the guidance of the Octopus Ghost.

"Hurry up and serve the food." The octopus demon unconsciously lowered its voice. After saying that, the octopus demon walked back, seemingly wanting to fetch the other food cart.

The man in the plaid shirt remained obedient, not turning back to look at where the octopus ghost had gone.

He knocked on the door. Then, the two of them pushed the food cart inside together.

Throughout the entire process, the man in the plaid shirt kept his head down, avoiding eye contact with the guests. He worked in coordination with the girl with the low ponytail, quickly placing the dishes from the food cart onto the tables in front of the guests.

Apart from that, he didn't say a word more or make a single unnecessary movement.

"The food is finally served."

The speaker was Ren Zhizhe.

The man in the plaid shirt looked up. Upon seeing Ren Zhizhe's expression, he paused slightly as he served the food.

Humanity?

player?

Or is it a vengeful ghost?

No, that's not important. Just take care of yourself.

He placed the last dish on the table, stepped back, and stood beside him with his hands at his sides. The girl with the low ponytail also stood still, mimicking his posture.

He did not leave immediately.

He should have left immediately; if he were a gunman, he would have done so.

But he didn't.

"You guys..." Ren Zhizhe looked over as expected.

His gaze swept over the plaid shirt and finally settled on the girl with the low ponytail.

"Oh. Does your hotel still hire child laborers?"

These words immediately caused all the vengeful ghosts present to put down their utensils.

Seeing all the vengeful spirits' gazes converge on him, the man in the plaid shirt answered for his companion:

"We didn't know the hotel's specific hiring requirements; we just thought we'd give it a try, and then we got in."

"I see." Ren Zhizhe nodded.

He thought for a moment, then lowered his head to prepare to eat. But for some reason, he looked up again at the girl with the low ponytail and thought about it again.