Because they chose the same food – cooked steak and roast.

The little leader of the trade union who was seen through was stunned for a moment and muttered: "... Rarity level. ”

The witch nodded: "It seems that normal-level items are ineffective against spontaneous combustion damage defense, only rare and above." ”

The little boss swallowed his saliva weakly, the rare level props of the trade union are really scarce, this time he also brought 2 over, he was only willing to use it for himself, the little follower didn't know which trade union leader he bribed, and he actually had a pair of rare life-saving props in his hand, which was the most unexpected thing he did last night.

As for the two teammates in the other room, he couldn't have taken care of it.

After all, in the precarious copy world, everyone is only responsible for their own lives, and it is they who choose to believe him, and it is not he who forces these two people to believe in him, and the final result is naturally borne by themselves.

At this point, everyone already knows the cause of death of these four people.

This is the consequence of choosing the wrong food at last night's buffet.

The six people who opted for the fully cooked steak and the barbecue were all attacked by the blue spontaneous flames, and four of them were burned alive by the blue flames because they did not have life-saving items.

And the wife of the 101 chose medium-rare steak, so the fire went out by itself before it killed her.

The doneness of the steak is equal to the degree of the blue fire that burns at night.

101 The husband who was boiled to death in the boiling water of the bathtub ate boiled seafood, and it is inferred that the meaning of boiled seafood is equivalent to steaming.

The tortured death of the player in front of them made the onlookers' scalps tingle, but at the same time, they were also secretly relieved to themselves.

Because they tested the buffet taboo with the deaths of these five people:

- Cooked meat is a sign of danger.

The higher the doneness of the meat, the greater the risk factor, while a series of raw foods such as sashimi and raw beef are relatively safe for the time being.

Normal items have no effect on the attack and damage caused by choosing the wrong food, and travelers who do not have rare items can only wait to die if they choose the wrong food.

This conclusion is contrary to the initial assumption of the safety of cooked food by the union leaders, because the subject of this book is not parasitic and infectious.

Qi also noticed that the degree of cooking may only be a façade.

"Cooking" is related to "fire", and it is essentially the theme of "explosion" and "fire" that he explored last night.

While everyone was rejoicing in the aftermath of the catastrophe, they also noticed that there was another traveler who didn't show up—

Everyone looked in the direction of room 115, where a single woman who had ordered hot spring egg ramen last night lived.

However, the "Tourist Check-in Safety Rules" explicitly prohibit guests from opening the doors of other guests, so no one dares to come and knock on the door.

After a stalemate like this for half a minute, Xiao Mi suddenly looked in Qin Rang's direction: "Hey, that little brother who massaged yesterday, can you do us a favor?" ”

"Ahh

He worries that the Visitor Rules also bind him, a fake NPC, and that if he knocks on the door, he will be punished by the copy for violating the rules.

Qi Yan secretly patted his tense shoulder, and said to Xiao Mi with ease: "Is there anything I can do for you?" ”

Xiao Mi pointed to room 115: "We have a partner who seems to be oversleeping, can you please help wake her up or open her door?" ”

"Of course there is no problem," Qi Yan bowed slightly, "But our hotel pays great attention to the privacy of guests, and there are strict rules on the morning call, such as male service staff cannot take the initiative to knock on the door of female guests unless the guest takes the initiative to ask for it." ”

His words are reasonable and appropriate, just like a service practitioner with a professional attitude.

Xiao Mi complained: "Ah, you rules are really troublesome. ”

Qi Yan smiled: "But I can find a waitress for you to come and help." ”

After all, Qi Yan himself didn't want to miss this opportunity to explore, and he was also curious about what happened to the girl who ate ramen in room 115.

"Then please." Madame bowed slightly politely and stuffed a tip of 10 coins into Qi Yan's hand.

Qi Yan smiled and accepted the coin: "I should do it for you." ”

At this point in time, the girl at the front desk has already put on a face to go to work.

"I'm here, the lady of 105 ordered the morning service, but because the service object is a female guest in room 115, it may not be convenient for me to call, so I want to come over to trouble you, I don't know if it's convenient for you?" Qi Yan said, and also knowingly divided half of the tip given by his wife to the other party.

The girl at the front desk quickly accepted the tip: "Of course no problem, our aim has always been service first." ”

"Then please."

Let the girl at the front desk complete Xiaomi's requirements, which can avoid potential risks, and successfully explore the situation of room 115, and he also made a middleman to earn the difference, which is really a good thing to kill three birds with one stone.

Chapter 39: 404 Hot Spring Street (9)

The girl at the front desk walked to Room 115 under the gaze of everyone, raised her hand and gently knocked on the door a few times: "Good morning, ma'am, it's your wake-up time at half past eight in the morning." ”

There was no response from the house.

"Knock knock." The girl at the front desk paused for a moment and knocked on the door again.

"Hello ma'am, may I ask—"

"It hurts... Save... Help me..."

The knock on the front desk seemed to break the hidden barrier, and after a short silence, the voice of the girl in the house finally came from inside the door, hoarse and pale, "I... It really hurts..."

Through the thin shoji door, everyone in the corridor heard a weak voice coming from inside the house, and they unconsciously held their breath.

The girl at the front desk knocked on the door and her hand froze in mid-air: "Hello ma'am, is there anything I can do to help you?" ”

"Doctor, I need a doctor—" The voice inside the door grew weaker, "my stomach hurts, it hurts. ”

Girl at the front desk: "Are you here for a period?" I can prepare brown sugar red bean soup for you. ”

"I don't, I don't know... It hurts! The voice of the girl in the room was almost crying.

"Can I come in and see how you're doing?" The girl at the front desk didn't take the liberty of pushing the door, but tried to ask for the consent of the guest.

"Please, please come in..."

After obtaining permission, the girl at the front desk pushed open the shoji door, and all the travelers who were watching came up at this moment, looking curiously towards room 115.

A strong smell of blood came to my face.

Qi Yan sniffed, in addition to the smell of blood, there was also an indescribable strange smell in the air.

His gaze crossed everyone's shoulders and saw the strange shape of the girl's abdomen lying on the bed, she trembled her hands on her stomach, and the whole person curled up in a ball trying to relieve the pain, the red to black liquid flowed out from between her legs, and the white tatami mat under her body had been dyed crimson.

The girl in the yukata had a face as white as paper, sweating profusely in the unheated room, and her long hair hanging down from the pillow was wet and sticky, I don't know if it was wet with blood or sweat.

"You ......" Everyone didn't dare to enter this strange room without permission, and only stared at the strange scene in front of them in surprise.

Their eyes converged on the girl's bulging lower abdomen, but they clearly remembered that the single girl's lower abdomen was flat yesterday, and it was definitely not the current appearance of being pregnant for several months.

And obviously, even if the fetus in her womb really grew overnight, the current amount of bleeding is too alarming, and the fetus in her womb basically can't be saved.

The girl at the front desk said "Ahhhh ”

The girl held her stomach and looked at her dying: "I'm not pregnant, I don't know what's going on... Belly... It hurts, I want a doctor. ”

"Help me, please help me."

The girl at the front desk didn't seem to hear her words, tilted her head and said happily: "Why don't I go and cook you a bowl of brown sugar red bean soup, this is very good for pregnant women and babies." ”

"I'm not, I'm not pregnant... This belly is not mine! The girl almost went crazy in pain and cried out in despair.

The girl at the front desk nodded and smiled: "Guest, bear with me, emotional ups and downs are not good for babies, I'll go and cook red bean soup for you." ”

As she spoke, the girl at the front desk trotted to the restaurant and asked for a bowl of red bean soup to be stewed.

The girl with a bulging belly finally lost the strength to be angry, she closed her eyes weakly, her eyelashes trembled, and tears kept sliding down the corners of her eyes.

Qi Zhen clearly remembered the meal that each traveler chose last night, 115 This girl ate hot spring egg ramen.

He thinks that the ramen itself is not a big problem, so it is likely that the problem is the hot spring egg that is just right-done.

The 115 girl was not pregnant before last night, and she also emphasized many times that her belly was not hers, so ......

Does the "hot spring egg" symbolize the extra fetus in her womb?

However, the hot spring eggs are in a half-cooked state, and according to the state of the previous Death Traveler, the more cooked the food, the stronger the attack will be on the diner, and the type of attack is related to fire.

However, there were no signs of burns or burns on the 115 girl's body, so the damage may have been borne by the "fetus" that suddenly appeared in her belly.

Because the egg itself also symbolizes an immature embryo, Qi speculated that the hard-boiled egg was stillborn.

"Need my help?"

The older witch was about to walk towards the house, but the young witch immediately pulled her back with a worried face, and the older witch shook her head at her, "It's okay, the rules only mention that "you can't open the doors of other guests at will", and it doesn't say that you can't enter the doors that have been opened. ”

"I think this young lady may need my help," said the older witch, standing beside the blood-stained bed, gazing condescendingly at the dying girl, "but my help is never free, it depends on whether the young lady is willing to pay for it." ”

As she spoke, she leaned down slightly and asked in a calm but strange tone, "Miss, are you willing to let me eliminate the pain for you?" ”

At this moment, the 115 girl's entire mental state was on the verge of collapse, she nodded hurriedly, grabbed the witch's black robe and said in a trembling voice: "I... I do... Help me... It hurts..."

"Very well, I feel your energy," the witch stared silently at her already dilated pupils, stroking her bulging belly with her hand wrapped in crystal ornaments, "I can remove all the pain for you, but you have to promise me to keep your belly well, and I will keep the baby inside for you for the time being." ”

The girl's eyes widened instantly, and her eyes were full of pain and disbelief when she looked at the witch: "No, no... It's not my child... It's..."

The witch calmly held her trembling hand: "I know that it doesn't matter whose child it is, it doesn't matter if it's a child or not, but I believe that it appears out of thin air as part of a clue or some kind of metaphor, and I need to leave it to observe." ”

"That's my condition, I promise I won't let you suffer like this again, you just need to keep it on your stomach for the time being."

The girl hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded with tears in her eyes, she was in so much pain that if she had to have to be in pain and having a ghost fetus, then she wanted to stop the pain that made her unwanted.

This is the first book she has entered since she came out of the rookie book, she has used up all the props that can relieve the pain, and the pleasure value drops rapidly in the severe pain, and she may not survive the night if the pain continues.

The witch raised the corners of her lips, "I think you made the wisest choice. ”

The witch is good at making herbal soup, and when the girl at the front desk really brings a bowl of hot red bean soup, the witch dripped her own special painkiller into the hot soup, and the original red sugar water took on a strange purple color.

"Drink it, and you'll be able to end the pain you're now," the witch brought the purple potion to the 115 girl, "drink it with a calm mood, relax, and let the soul go with the flow, and it will soon be fine." ”

She said this strangely, but the girl couldn't care about it so much, she took the life-saving decoction and immediately gurgled a bowl of stomach.

After about five minutes, her rapid breathing finally stabilized, and the sweat on her body slowly stopped.

Although her face was still pale, she looked much calmer than before, and her curled limbs were gradually relaxing and stretching.

"Doesn't it feel better?" The witch asked, touching her bulging lower abdomen.

The 115 girl half-closed her eyes and nodded weakly: "It doesn't hurt so much." ”

But in the next second, the girl's eyes suddenly widened, she looked at the witch in disbelief, and the witch smiled and rubbed her lower abdomen: "Look, the little guy inside can already move." ”