Netherworld Investigator Chapter 825: Six Dao Feasts

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After the six mad chefs finished speaking, they stepped on the auspicious cloud-shaped cart and returned to the misty door. The waiter leaned over and said to me, "Two of you, come with me!"

It seems that I cannot refuse. I said to Huang Xiaotao: "You and the uncle stay outside, we will come back later."

Huang Xiaotao pointed to his mobile phone: "Call."

When I left, I suddenly noticed a weird smile passing by the corner of Li Chuang's mouth. The expression was fleeting, and when I looked again, he regained his honesty and faithfulness. I thought I was wrong.

There were only about 30 guests selected. We followed the waiter to the Yiyin Temple and saw a huge Yiyin sculpture as soon as we entered the door. Yi Yin is a famous politician and military strategist in Chinese history. He is also the patriarch of chefs all over the world. It is he who put forward the concept of ‘reconciling the five flavors with a tripod spoon’.

This is an antique hall. Six chefs sit on the upper part of the high platform. In the middle of the hall is an antique big tripod covered with copper rust. Under the guidance of the waiter, we found our seats. Sit down, the table in front of him is empty.

I looked around, and all the wicked people invited here, including the leopards and scrapers before, are among them. It seems that these are quite prestigious cadres in the organization, and I want to give all the names of these guests Write it down, it is basically a list of objects to be annihilated.

After everyone was seated, the six mad chefs announced loudly: "Serve wine!"

The waiter brought the decanter and poured a glass of wine for each of us. The glass for the wine was a translucent amber cup, which was magnificent. Six chefs picked up the glass and said: "Ancient poems have clouds, grapes and wine Luminous glass, this glass of wine, I respect you all."

"Master Chef, please!" Many people said one after another.

Although it smells like high-end wine, who knows what moths are in it. I have made up my mind that I will not eat any of the food here, so I poured the wine in a mess and pretended to drink. The Sword God did the same.

"Diet has a long history in China, and it has penetrated into all aspects!" Six mad chefs put down their wine glasses and said: "For example, the Shang Dynasty in front of everyone, the Ding was born to cook food, and later became a This is a symbol of kingship, because in our Chinese consciousness, there is nothing greater than eating! Distinguished guests, I can’t do anything else. I am brave enough to call myself the person who knows how to eat in China. It’s probably not an exaggeration. , Let’s not talk about anything else, just talk about food! Before the banquet starts, I want to give you some appetizers."

Six mad chefs slapped their chins twice, and then a waiter brought the operation table. Several chefs stood in front of the operation table, sharpened their knives, boiled water, and prepared to start cooking. However, there were no ingredients on the operation table. An ominous premonition.

A maid walked quietly behind a guest, then drew a knife and pierced him in the throat. The people around were so scared that they screamed and dodged.

The guest pushed the maid away heavily and rushed to the center of the hall with her throat spurting blood. The waiter immediately held him down, and then used an iron basin to collect his blood.

Under everyone's eyes, the victim's blood gradually drained, no longer struggling, the blood in the basin was full of a big basin, I frowned, and the expressions of other people were either frightened or excited or expecting .

The six mad chefs ate the grapes held by the maid, and said slowly: "Eating blood is a Chinese tradition. It can be traced back to the Han Dynasty. After the blood is taken out, it must be coagulated at a low temperature, and then set in water. Only by cooking and frying can it be delicious..."

The pot of blood was sent to the operating table. The chef sprayed liquid nitrogen on it to make it solidify quickly, then cut it into small pieces and drained the water, and then took out the oil pan.

Liu Dao mad chef watched the chef's work with interest, and smiled: "By the way, the person who collected the material today is called Geng Si. He was spotted by the police for committing a crime, and he betrayed his boss to protect himself. Cold blood, I believe it must taste good!"

The chef professionally exploded the blood clots, seasoned them on the plate, and sent them to everyone by the maid.

Faced with the black blood clot, I naturally couldn't have appetite. Only a part of the guests ate it. Most people were still a little afraid, but they had to move their chopsticks to see other people eating.

Suddenly there was a scream. A guest was caught off guard by the maid from behind and strangled his neck. He was strong and struggling desperately. He threw the maid out and knocked him unconscious on the cauldron.

The man kicked over the table and yelled: "Crazy Chef, why did you deal with me? I said that the money is a sham, why don't you believe it!"

The six crazy chefs turned a deaf ear and said slowly: "The second appetizer prepared for everyone today is the fingers. Our country also has a long history of eating animal hoofed feet, which can be traced back to..."

The waiter rushed forward, and the man struggled desperately and kept beating the waiter. He shouted: "Brothers, the crazy chef wants to be the only one, don't be fooled by him!"

Everyone bowed their heads, and no one dared to stand up. The last waiter attacked from behind and knocked him unconscious with a stick. The man fell to the ground and convulsed. The waiter used a sharp scissors to quickly cut off his fingers one by one. Up his throat.

Six Dao Kuangchou said: "Today the name of this ingredient is Zhao Tiehan. He is a small cadre in the organization. This person is bold enough to embezzle 100 million of the organization’s property and can get so much money. These hands must be fat and fresh. Cool."

His fingers were sent to the chef’s console. Ten fingers were naturally not enough to eat. The chef cuts them into small pieces, fries them in the pan, and mixes them with various side dishes, and delivers them to everyone’s table. on.

The back of my finger was sent to me with a tattoo on it, and I looked nauseous. There was a burst of clicking sound of chewing bones around. Most of the people who eat these compatriots were forced by the **** of the six mad chefs, and there was not much joy on their faces.

At this moment, I heard footsteps behind me, and a maid walked behind me, and I was frightened in a cold sweat. It turned out that the purpose of entertaining me was to make me a cook!

"The next dish, I think everyone must want to eat it very much. This man is a supernatural detective. He has a genius brain and extraordinary courage. He defeated the dog trainer, King King, The clown, the **** of gambling, and also recruited everyone's goddess blood parrot. What is it like to have such a smart brain?"

I stood up, and the maid behind me suddenly drew a knife and stabbed me. The sword **** grabbed her wrist and threw her out.

The waiters flashed their knives and rushed towards us. The sword **** kicked over the table, raised his hand to send the front waiter back to the west, and then opened the bow left and right to kick the two waiters away.

He rushed to the center of the hall, resisted for me, and rushed to the top of the platform and shouted: "Crazy chef, come upright if you have the ability, don't engage in such conspiracies."

The six mad chefs smiled grimly: "What are you anxious, you are the next appetizer, a traitor!"

I used the Master three times and knocked down the waiters who were close to me. If the sword **** had not attracted most of the firepower for me, I was afraid I would not be able to protect myself.

At this moment, there was a shout from around: "Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"

I looked around, dumbfounded by mistake, all the guests stood up and looked at me with excitement, waiting for us to be killed...