I play the horror world as a development game

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"I found out too. He seems to have found something, but he just doesn't want to tell us."

Li Shizhen fiddled with the cabinet door with his fingers, his voice a little low.

"Forget it, it seems that he has no intention of cooperating, so that's it."

Dorothy held the cookbook and said, "Just, what does this cookbook do anyway?"

"Let's keep it for now, it won't appear for no reason, it will always have its effect."

"Can't it still be a decoration?"

Dorothy looked to the other side. Over there, Bangji was lying on the window, with his hands on the back of his head, looking indifferent: "I remember, that Bangji also opened a cabinet. what?"

"He won't tell."

"If the items in the cabinet are all connected, then collaboration is inevitable."

"As a result, not only Bungie, but also Phantom, have no intention of cooperating. I think all of us will be trapped in this car until the end of the game!"

Li Shizhen looked out the window, and he opened the game panel.

Almost half of the game time has passed.

It seems that the more the rear compartment, the more difficult it is.

Here, Qin Nuo is back.

Lan Yan still insisted on her choice, and suggested: "Let's stew this chicken, if it's really not good, half stew is okay?"

A washbasin of candy rolled over, with facial features growing on it, and looked at Qin Nuo and the others with radiance: "Do you need candy? There are many flavors, hard and soft."

"Is there any Skittles?"

"some."

It opened its mouth, like spitting out melon seeds, and spit out colorful candies full of hands.

"Please enjoy it slowly."

The candy ghost blinked its big, exaggerated eyes, and then rolled away like a cart wheel.

"This carriage is really like the world in a fairy tale."

"If you think about it carefully, it would be pretty good if you stay here all the time."

On the table, each cheese grew hands and feet, walked around neatly, jumped into the refrigerator, and then closed the door by itself.

At this moment, the clock on the wall is ringing.

After such a toss, it has entered dusk.

Outside the window, the sky is a little yellow.

Neither Qin Nuo nor Lan Yan intends to make dinner, and their hopes are pinned on Fang Ye.

The glutinous rice cakes are almost done.

The two sides of the pan-fried are golden, not only looks good, but also quite appetizing.

But there is such a big black pot.

Fang Ye also fried two small pieces, put them on the dinner plate, and put them in front of Qin Nuo and Lan Yan: "Try it?"

Qin Nuo was naturally blunt, picked it up, felt a little hot, put it in his mouth, took a bite, and nodded: "Not bad, with my sister's cooking skills."

Lan Yan chewed slowly, and commented calmly: "It's okay, it feels a little greasy."

"The ingredients are your right hand, if not, your right hand is not good."

Lan Yan's face turned black.

The old hen stood on his shoulder, probably because of eating the glutinous rice cakes, she was not afraid of giving birth to Lan Yan, suddenly clucked twice, snatched the glutinous rice cakes from his hand, and directly swallowed them in two or three mouthfuls.

"You plague chicken, I will be able to kill you at that time, I will make shredded chicken and tear you up with my own hands!" Lan Yan said through gritted teeth.

The old hen obviously didn't care, jumped down and started wandering around again.

At this moment, the rest of the players also made the best dinner.

After all kinds of high-calorie food is cooked, it exudes a special fragrance and permeates the compartment.

Everyone was very tired, so they sat down and rested one after another, too lazy to move.

Time continued to pass.

In a blink of an eye, the sky outside the car window began to darken.

The clock on the wall struck again.

It is already seven o'clock.

The lights in the car came on one by one.

The cookie man showed up again.

It is actually the tired posture of everyone, and said quietly: "Next, it will be the most meaningful moment of your day."

"I believe that your dinners are sumptuous and can satisfy the appetite of the master."

A dining car was pushed up.

Na Bangji knew that he basically lay down all day, but he also prepared a sumptuous dinner.

Qin Nuo stared at him.

The latter also looked at him, and showed a deep smile.

"What exactly does this guy want to do?" Lan Yan couldn't help asking when she saw it.

"He's making up his mind." Qin Nuo said calmly.

"What's your idea?"

Qin Nuo shrugged: "What else do you think?"

"Is it really this old hen?"

"Why does he want this old hen so much?" Lan Yan looked at the old hen on his shoulder.

The old hen looked around, still not smart.

"I probably guessed why."

Qin Nuo put his hands in his pockets and spoke calmly.

"tell me the story?"

Qin Nuo shook his head: "I said it, but it's a bad thing."

"Right now, let's see if Fang Ye's glutinous rice cake can pass the test."

After he finished speaking, the light behind the screen came on.

The huge and fat body was revealed under the light again.

"Finally it's dinner time and I'm starving!"

===Chapter 301 Needs new ideas and punished parts===

After the huge black shadow appeared, the lights in the carriage flickered a few times for an instant.

The players looked at the black shadow, feeling inexplicably depressed in their hearts.

Lan Yan looked up, and whispered to Qin Nuo: "I really don't know what this big guy looks like? With such a build, I guess this face is quite shabby, right?"

Qin Nuo glanced at him: "They are all fat people, why do fat people make things difficult for fat people?"

Lan Yan was not happy when she heard it: "Your words hurt people, I am not fat, but strong, you know?"

Qin Nuo wasn't in the mood to argue with him, and put his mind on the front.

At this moment, some players have already pushed the dining car up.

The bloated hand stretched out from inside again, grabbed the oily food, and retracted behind the screen.

A moment later, the evaluation of the gluttonous ghost came.

"Do you think I don't have the memory of eating, I keep eating this kind of food over and over again every day!"

"Greasy, disgusting, nothing new, not appetizing at all!"

A disgusted and furious voice came from behind the screen.

The food was thrown out, hit the ground, and became a mess.

The player frowned and said, "The ingredients in the carriage are very limited, and there are only a few types of food to make. It doesn't seem to be my fault, right?"

"Is that your reason?"

Behind the screen, Glutton seemed to laugh sarcastically: "Maybe you have some reasons for what you said, but I don't need to listen."

"I am not satisfied with what I eat, then it is your responsibility!"

His voice came out, and the biscuit man drew out the biscuit sword again, and walked over step by step.

The player looked at it, his eyes were a little cold.

"The reason for you to appear in this carriage is to satisfy the master's stomach. If you can't do it, you will face punishment!"

It raised the biscuit sword in its hand, but before it could cut it down, the player suddenly took out a black shovel and slapped the biscuit man hard on the head.

The fragile head instantly shattered, and a large number of biscuit crumbs flew.

It took a few steps back, its head was broken, but it still stood there firmly.

The player stared coldly at the screen: "If this is the case, then this game is unplayable for me!"

The players behind stood calmly, their eyes were waiting for a good show.

"This guy's road is narrow." Lan Yan muttered.

"It has nothing to do with me."

The devouring ghost opened his mouth, and behind the screen, a stream of light gathered and shot out.

The player's complexion changed, and he just picked up the ghost in his hand.

The streamer ignored the ghost, landed on him, and disappeared in an instant.

The player's tightly closed eyes slowly opened again, looking at the unscathed body in a little astonishment.

But before he could react, the next second, the skin all over his body was a little bloated.

A large amount of yellow liquid oozes from the pores under the skin, dripping on the ground.

The flesh and blood also seemed to be melting a little bit. His pupils shrank, and he stepped back a few messy steps. When he grabbed his face with his hands, he found that it was also melting a little bit.

His eyes were bloodshot, staring at the end of the dark passage in the carriage, where was the door, he wanted to rush over, but after only two steps, he collapsed on the ground, his feet turned into two puddles of sticky yellow cream.

The skin was clearly melting, but no blood spilled out.

During the whole process, the player didn't let out any painful screams until it finally turned into a puddle of cream.

The big hand stretched out again, grabbed the cream, and retracted the screen.

"It tastes pretty good this time."

"I'm looking forward to your resistance. In this way, I can eat you all at once. The food that the little mouse becomes is still delicious."

The cracked biscuit man was repaired bit by bit, and said softly, "Next."

The players looked at the remaining cream on the ground with calm faces, as if nothing had happened. The next player pushed his dining car forward.

They were not stupid, and they all saw that after the train conductor, there was something with a higher status.

The train conductor acts according to its rules, and it is within the order. If the players violate the rules of the game, then the power of order can be used on the train.

The second, third, and fourth dining cars pushed forward one after another.

Three dinners, two unsatisfactory meals!

Body parts are turned into food.

The food is not only delicious, but also innovative, and the difficulty will obviously only get higher and higher!

"Its appetite is increasing. If it keeps going like this, sooner or later everyone will become its food." Fang Ye saw it and said in a low voice.

With limited ingredients, it is necessary to make food with different tastes every day, which is driving them to a dead end.