The helicopter descended slowly.

The two bodyguards who left the cabin early stood on the left and right of the cabin door, grabbed Song Caixia's hand like a gentleman, and took her off the plane. They do a decent job of etiquette, which is one of the benefits of evolution.

Pointing arrows were drawn on the ground with yellow paint, and along the huge triangular symbol, Song Caixia saw the door standing dozens of meters away.

She had been to this place before, and she was no stranger to it.

This is the residence of the Elder of the Murderous Corpse, that is, the self-proclaimed Dongfang White Guy.

It has learned a lot of human habits and is trying to build itself into a nobleman among the murderous corpses.

Push open the door and the staircase leading to the lower floor is carpeted. The color is a pleasant beige, and the wall lights embedded in the wall are soft. Song Caixia noticed that those lamps should have just been replaced, and they were completely different from the last time she came. Crystal pendants are hung under sconces, both in terms of workmanship and sophistication, indicating that they are worth a lot. Even in the peaceful years of human rule, only the rich would use it.

There were six black-clad bodyguards standing in the corridor, all of them murderous corpses. They straighten their shoulders, their feet apart, and their hands crossed in front of them, like they often see in movies, and perhaps they learn from that way to stand. It's cool, it's full of styling, but I don't know what the actual combat effectiveness of these guys will be if they really encounter danger.

The two bodyguards of the murder corpse never left Song Caixia. They sandwiched her in the middle, one after the other, and walked towards the end of the hallway.

There was a heavy, sturdy wooden door. The corners of the bezel are beautifully carved with a beautiful pattern, and on the edge of the door frame that is recessed into the door panel, a very advanced body feature scanning system is installed. The computer uses the client's body signals to determine whether to meet them or order them to be shot in the head.

Song Caixia certainly does not belong to the latter.

Walk in and you'll find that it's a spacious room. The walls are surrounded by artwork. There are oil paintings from across the ocean, sketches that have been treated in special methods and are embedded in mirror frames, Chinese-style splashed landscapes, flowers and birds, and abstract drawings that express barbarism and violence with frantic lines and terrible colors.

Song Caixia can't name many pictures. But she'd seen a few of them. Those paintings are very famous, and the public auction price in peacetime is at least "10 million yuan".

The only regret is that these expensive works of art cannot be eaten. They don't fall into the category of "food" after all.

The building is surrounded by a glass curtain wall, with curtains lifted to allow sunlight to shine directly through the glass. The empty room reverberated with music, a serenade with a bright rhythm. It's a deliberate arrangement, the music is small, just to set off the background of the room's atmosphere, and if it's nothing, it makes people feel like they've entered the fantasy world of a fairy tale.

The two bodyguards left the room in order, leaving Song Caixia alone inside. She walked slowly to the glass wall, clasped her hands across her chest, and looked down at the city beneath her feet, her sharp gaze as if she could see through all kinds of obstacles, and see clearly what was happening.

Another door to the room opened.

A murderous corpse dressed in a white waiter's uniform walked in. He was expressionless, spread a napkin for the guest seat of the table, and at the same time used body language to signal Song Caixia to sit down on the chair. This kind of service can't be regarded as hospitality, at best it can only be regarded as good. Especially when Song Caixia sat down, and when the corpse waiter pushed the chair forward, there was friction between it and the floor, making an unpleasant sound of "Gege squeak".

They have been learning the human way of life, but they have learned it in a nondescript way.

After the waiter left, Dongfang Bai walked in.

It has changed a lot———— gray hunting suit matches its tall stature, and its carefully combed hair is shiny and tied into a ponytail at the back of its head. The corpse elder loved the hairstyle, and it had been growing its hair until it was finally able to tie it up. The strong pectoral muscles hold the white shirt high and create a silhouette with a sense of strength.

Song Caixia hurriedly got up from the chair, which made all the previous work of the murderous corpse waiter in vain. Song Caixia didn't think there was anything wrong with this, she had to respect this murderous corpse with absolute power. Otherwise, even she herself wasn't sure what things would turn out of.

"Please be seated, don't be so polite."

Dongfang Bai's pronunciation is much better than in the past, and there are no vague syllables that are inaudible. It sat down on the main seat opposite Song Caixia, smiled and said, "Don't get me wrong, I just invited you over for a meal, and by the way, exchange views on some things that have happened recently." ”

The smile on Song Caixia's face was completely formulaic: "It's really costing you." There is no need to be so polite between you and me. ”

As he spoke, the corpse waiter who had left earlier pushed a dining cart into the room. It carefully arranges its plates on the table, and when the lid is lifted, the exquisite dishes are revealed.

Cod baked in cream, garlic roasted lamb shank sliced into thin slices, beautifully made grilled snails, pan-fried oyster rolls made with eggs and flour, red snapper sashimi with fresh vegetables, and a beautifully shaped lobster made into a boat shape.

Song Caixia couldn't help but be stunned.

This is not a dish that I am familiar with at all.

Dongfang Bai had invited her to dinner a few times before, but no matter what time it was, there was no recipe that was completely acceptable to human beings like today.

The corpse's favorite food is human flesh. On the menus of Oriental White, the dishes of various names are terrifying.

Tender, slow-roasted loin sprinkled with cumin; Slippery tenderloin soaked in various condiments for half an hour and then sliced and cooked; The ribs removed from human corpses are fresh, coated with honey, and then roasted in a hanging oven.

New gastronomy is being created among the zombie population. They imitate humans, cutting off the soft and fat pieces of meat on the abdomen of the deceased, chopping them and adding seasonings to make dumplings to make pies.

There is also a social hierarchy among the murderous corpses. A high-level murderous corpse like Dongfang Bai, who controls power, is no longer interested in the flesh of human thighs, buttocks, arms and other parts. They feel that although there is a lot of meat in those places, it is very laborious to eat, and there is no tenderness. They prefer human palms, fresh liver, and tender flesh above the neck and ankles.

Pickled pepper palms are sold in large quantities and are also the most popular. Although food processing plants have accelerated production, due to the supply of raw materials, human palms have been in short supply.

Human technicians helped the murderous corpses invent a new method of freshness, and the liver that had just been removed from the body of the victim was kept fresh within six hours. This horrific food is also very simple to make, the murderous corpse uses the human method of dealing with sturgeon, like making caviar, smearing a layer of light salt on the surface of fresh liver, then putting the liver into a special bucket, chopping it with a knife to mix the salt evenly, and then serving it directly to the table. This liver tastes tender and refreshing, but it is expensive, and not all murderous corpses are eligible to enjoy it.

Song Caixia has been forcing herself to learn to eat human flesh.

She was well aware that there were murderous corpses watching her everywhere. Those monsters don't trust themselves. If you want to survive, you have to learn how they live and let them really think of themselves as confidants. The basis for this is food.

Escape is impossible. At least for now, Song Caixia didn't find a suitable opportunity.

A very bad feeling continued to ferment in Song Caixia's mind.

She felt fear, and she felt the urge to get up and turn around and run out of the room.

It was the first time she had encountered such a thing as a murderous corpse inviting herself to eat with normal food.

What does this mean?

The corpse waiter is still serving.

These dishes in the back completely subverted Song Caixia's previous perception of murderous corpses.

Table-pong ball-sized baked potatoes topped with chopped thyme, Chinese-style stir-fried greens, creamy mushroom soup, shredded red ham in radish soup, and a very tender lettuce salad.

Zombies may replace humans with other animals, but they are not vegetarians!

Song Caixia remained silent, quietly picked up the dinner knife in front of her and slowly moved it to her knees. Dongfang Bai couldn't see this position, let alone know that she squeezed the dinner knife very tightly, and even the skin on the surface of the bone joints was stretched to white.

No one wants to die, and there is always a final struggle. Although Song Caixia couldn't find the real reason for the murderous corpse to deal with her, she had to at least make some preparations in advance. Even if you can't beat these guys, it's okay to kill yourself.

In that case, you will be less tormented.

"You seem to have some kind of misunderstanding about me."

Dongfang Bai sat there motionless, looking at Song Caixia with a nervous expression with a smile on his face: "Don't be so excited, I have no malice." We are friends, partners who work together. So far, at least, I haven't found a reason to kill you, and I don't have the idea of tasting a piece of your flesh. Hehe! You should take out the dinner knife and put it in the right place. ”

It had already seen Song Caixia's movements.

Song Caixia's expression was a little embarrassed. After a few seconds of silence, she put the knife back on the table, raised her head, and smoothed her long hair in a dashing motion, revealing a smile that even she felt was fake: "Okay! I'll admit you did scare me. My heart is still pounding. ”

Dongfang Bai waved his hand, and the waiter turned around and retreated. As he walked out of the room, he pulled the door shut.

"You taught us the importance of learning."

Dongfang Bai's next words were a little incomprehensible: "I also learned from you the reason and importance of changing your living habits. ”

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