"What's wrong?"

Seeing that Liang Yue looked like she was about to spit it out, the proprietress asked suspiciously.

There was nothing unusual about her expression, and it could even be called sincere.

But it's this weird feeling that makes people feel creepy.

"The taste of the soup...... Is there something wrong? ”

The proprietress picked up the soup spoon and filled a bowl of chicken soup in the crockpot, the milky white chicken soup exudes a rich aroma, which is indeed very tempting.

But Qin Manjiang and the others clearly saw it...... She brushed away the pale palm with a spoon.

The eerie atmosphere enveloped several people, and the proprietress turned a blind eye, she picked up the bowl and blew it lightly.

"Hoo ......"

Several people watched as she brought the bowl to her lips and took a sip.

"Gollum—"

Her Adam's apple moved and swallowed.

"Vomit ......" If it was just a corpse, Liang Yue would not have this kind of reaction, but ...... It's a soup stewed by human hands!

"No problem?" The proprietress put down the bowl and looked at Liang Yue, who reacted the most.

"Little girl, are you not feeling well?"

Liang Yue waved her hand again and again, and was about to speak, but Chen Yu took a step ahead and said: "The fog is too big, she may be cold, boss lady, can you prepare some ginger water?" ”

The proprietress relieved herself and glanced at Liang Yue worriedly: "Okay, I can't relax when I go to the early stage of a cold, so I'll go cook a bowl of ginger water." ”

"No......" Liang Yue doesn't want any ginger water, the chicken soup is stewed with human hands, and the ghost knows what she boiled the ginger water!

However, Chen Yu secretly pinched her and signaled her not to speak.

The proprietress put down the bowl and turned around to leave, but suddenly turned her head and said with a smile:

"Let's eat, everybody."

"There's not a lot of chicken on the island, I'll be angry if I don't eat it all~"

This sentence may sound like nothing wrong, but ...... Looking at the palm in the crockpot, the expressions of several people were unnatural.

After the proprietress left, the rich second-generation son, Brother Wang, was the first to say:

"Where did the crazy woman get the palm stew?"

Seeing that everyone didn't speak, and Yu Yu was still writing and drawing with his notebook, he yelled irritably: "You are all pretending to be deaf and dumb, right?" Then let's wait for death together! ”

It was Yan Xiao, as a doctor, he sat down with a frown, picked up the spoon used by the proprietress just now, and picked up another bowl.

"Hey, you're not really going to drink this, are you?"

Wang Wanwan tilted his body away from him.

saw Yan Xiao scoop the chicken soup into the bowl, sniffed it carefully, and looked up at everyone: "This is indeed chicken soup." ”

Everyone was not stupid, and they immediately understood what he meant.

It is true that the unique aroma of chicken soup cannot be stewed by other ingredients, but what you see is clearly the palm of your hand......

"Are our eyes unmoving?"

Wang Million muttered, he took off his sunglasses, approached the crockpot and took a closer look, but he still couldn't hold back his retching.

"No matter how you look at this thing, it's a real hand, it can't be an illusion!"

"Do you think the boss lady's look is suspicious?" Chen Yu asked.

"Suspicious!"

"Normal!"

Wang Million and Liang Yue gave two completely different feelings.

"What about Mr. Qin? What do you think. Chen Yu suddenly turned his head to look at Qin Manjiang, who had not spoken.

Qin Manjiang didn't expect her to suddenly mention herself, so she said: "I was just thinking, I also met a person on the street who went home with a crockpot of chicken soup, the same crockpot, the same chicken soup, the same fragrance, this should not be a coincidence." ”

The incident he mentioned also reminded Chen Yu and Yan Xiao, who were present at the time, yes, there is indeed such a thing, and let everyone make way.

"His crockpot chicken soup is not opened, and if it is also a palm inside, then the problem is either with us or with the aborigines." Chen Yu spoke his judgment.

Everyone smells chicken soup and looks at the palm of their hands, and the aborigines think that this is chicken soup stewed from a chicken.

But what if it's really a palm?

"It is also possible that all the living creatures on this island have been affected to some extent." Qin Manjiang added.

His words make people shudder.

If the senses of the people of the whole island are affected, they have always thought that they are using chicken soup to stew soup, and what is stewed is chicken soup......

What if those aren't chickens?

It's chilling to think about.

"That'...... We are eating...... Still don't eat it......"

Liang Yue's face was frighteningly white, she really couldn't stare at that crockpot of chicken soup and eat it.

"There should be other dishes, but not all the dishes are made by hand."

As soon as Liang Yue's self-comforting words fell, she heard the voice of the proprietress again:

"What manpower?"

The proprietress came over with the dishes.

Stir-fried pork liver, spicy rabbit, buckle meat......

"Old ...... Boss, what kind of meat are these? ”

The proprietress looked at Liang Yue with a strange expression: "Little girl, this is pork liver, this is rabbit meat, this is pork, do you want to go to the town infirmary to have a look?" ”

Liang Yue shook her head again and again, she didn't dare to speak anymore.

"Why haven't you eaten yet?" The proprietress pretended to be angry, "Do you think my craftsmanship is not good?" ”

If it weren't for these dishes, everyone would have gotten along very well with the hostess.

When I first came here today, the proprietress was very enthusiastic and quite talkative.

But tonight, as soon as the dish was served, everything changed.

"Let's all sit down and eat."

Qin Manjiang said suddenly.

Everyone looked at him in unison, and now the only one sitting peacefully was the one holding a notebook, writing and drawing, doing his own thing, and not knowing the so-called swimming fish.

"Yes, listen to this little brother."

The proprietress smiled at Qin Manjiang, then turned around and went to the kitchen: "You wait, there are other dishes." ”

Seeing that the proprietress was gone, Wang Million came to Qin Manjiang and whispered, "Hey! You are crazy? ”

"Can you eat these things?"

Qin Manjiang asked rhetorically, "Then did you bring enough food?" ”

Wang Wangang wanted to be hard-mouthed, but found that what Qin Manjiang said was the truth.

If they don't eat, they don't have to eat, and the devil knows how long they're going to be on Butterfly Island.

"Let's go to the kitchen and at least find an ingredient we know to cook!"

He also said sensibly.

On the side, the doctor and lawyer kept looking at the kitchen, and Yan Xiao said: "I think that the aborigines of the island have changed some perceptions. ”

"Well, I thought so too."

Chen Yu nodded: "The human hand in our eyes is the chicken in their eyes." ”

"Maybe what is normal in their eyes, in our eyes...... It's a ghost. ”

"As soon as I came to the island, I smelled a smell of blood, although it was very faint and suppressed by the fragrance of flowers, but it never dispersed." Yan Xiao looked out of the dark window, "It's still there." ”

"Anyway, be careful, I don't want you to die before me." Chen Yu said with a smile.

Yan Xiao didn't answer.

At this time, Qin Manjiang suddenly felt that something was touching his arm.

He looked sideways, and it was a black notebook.

His gaze gradually went up, his hair was black and long, and the swimming fish scattered behind him was staring at him and opened his notebook.

Is it meant for me to see?

Qin Manjiang looked down, and what was drawn in his notebook was ......

I?

But this distorted face, hideous veins, and wide open mouth, what's wrong?

You Yu pointed with her pen, and Qin Manjiang looked at the tip of her pen.

On the painting, Qin Manjiang raised his head and opened his mouth, and there was a butterfly flying out.