I play the horror world as a development game

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"Damn it! Laying eggs is like ovulation, isn't this chicken too fertile?"

Lan Yan looked at the eggs rolling on the floor one by one, and was a little dumbfounded.

"This chicken doesn't look very smart, but I didn't expect it to be a fighting chicken!"

Qin Nuo glanced at the number of eggs and nodded: "In this way, the number of eggs is enough."

Lan Yan listened, and couldn't help hugging the hen, wishing to slap the hen: "Brother Chicken is really awesome! I take back what I said earlier, you are really my ancestor!"

The hen didn't know why, so she broke free, turned around and ran to peck at the glutinous rice cakes again.

The rest of the players who couldn't participate saw the excitement on Qin Nuo's side and vaguely guessed something, but they could only watch.

Before you know it, time passes by.

In a blink of an eye, the sky outside the car window gradually turned yellow.

The clock on the wall came to six.

With the joint efforts of several people, egg tarts with big faces were also placed on the table, temporarily wrapped in plastic wrap.

The four of them were very tired, and one of them was thirsty.

But seeing the results in front of him, the fatigue on his body seemed to be reduced a lot.

Qin Nuo glanced at the clock and said, "It's almost there, it seems that there is just enough time."

He turned his head, and the old hen on the ground, after laying more than thirty eggs, was still very vigorous, with a resonant cry from its throat, even a bit of a rooster's arrogance.

The degree of vigor really made everyone present a little dumbfounded.

"Dinner is ready, but I don't know... Is this the dinner that big guy wants?"

Although it was completed, several people still had some concerns.

The farther back the car is, the tighter the time.

After completing seven cars, there are only two cars left, and who knows how long it will take to stay in the next one?

Qin Nuo couldn't guarantee it, he couldn't see himself, and there was no way to trigger the words of analysis.

Although these food ghosts carry the word ghost, in fact, they are nothing more than simple life forms endowed with vitality and independent thinking.

This kind of existence naturally cannot trigger the analytical eye.

Over there, the rest of the players also made their own dinner.

They noticed the food on Qin Nuo's side, and their expressions changed.

It's getting dark.

Darkness engulfed the cabin.

Then the lights on the ceiling came on.

Standing there for a day, the statue-like Cookie Man moved and started to move.

The lights behind the screen also lit up, reflecting a huge pyramid-like shadow.

The food trucks were pushed up one after another, and the scent was already diffused, and the devourer behind the screen seemed to smell it, shaking its exaggeratedly fat body, and said: "Push up all the food, I'm already so hungry Already!"

Qin Nuo and the others looked at each other and said, "Let's go first."

A few people have no objection, the further behind, the more tormented.

Fang Ye pushed a large dining cart forward, and not just one, but three in total.

"The five of us made this together, and the portion should be enough for your appetite." Fang Ye raised his head and said.

"Food for five?"

"If I'm not satisfied with what I ate, don't I need to say more about it?"

The glutton didn't care. In his opinion, as long as it was delicious food and the amount was enough, it didn't matter.

He reached out and grabbed the dining car, the lid flew off, and the egg tart was pinched between two fingers.

Although it is a large portion of egg tart, it seems that it is still a small dessert that is not enough in taste in front of the devouring ghost. Fortunately, I made three servings.

"What is this?"

"Like a brioche, but not quite like it."

The Devourer took a look.

Everyone had weird expressions. This big fellow has eaten so many high-calorie foods, but he doesn't even know egg tarts?

Thinking of it this way, everyone couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.

The hand retracted behind the screen, and then fell into silence, and the time passed little by little.

Qin Nuo's heart couldn't help but hang up. Without an analytical eye, there would be a lack of security.

After a while, there was still no sound, but a hand stretched out, grabbed the other two egg tarts, and retracted behind the screen.

Everyone was confused.

What does it mean?

Could it be that it is too delicious to speak?

Finally, a voice came from behind the screen: "What are these called?"

Qin Nuo said, "Egg tart."

"Egg tart...egg tart...egg tart..."

Behind the screen, the devouring ghost kept muttering these two words, and then said: "You come in."

These three words made Qin Nuo look stunned.

"I?"

He turned his head and found that everyone, including Lan Yan, took a step back and pushed him to the front.

Qin Nuo was speechless for a while, looked back at the black shadow under the screen, and said, "You don't need to go in, can't we talk here?"

"You're talking too much nonsense, I let you in, just come in, in this carriage, I am the rule!"

The devouring ghost spoke with a strong command tone.

Qin Nuo's expression pondered.

Either way.

Someone has to stand up.

After entering, seeing that guy's real body can trigger the Analytical Eye, so that even if there is any accident, you can generally have countermeasures.

After reading this, Qin Nuo stepped forward, his body passed through the screen, and disappeared under the light...

Behind them, Lan Yan and the others watched, their hearts beating involuntarily.

===Chapter 310 Childhood Dream Mapping Memory===

Behind the screen, the yellow light makes people dizzy.

Qin Nuo passed through the screen and saw the so-called Devourer, whose figure did not disappoint him, exactly as he imagined.

Layers of fat are superimposed like a pyramid, completely covering the lower body, and there is still fat above the chest. Anyway, you can't see the neck, the hair on the head is scattered, the beard is unshaven, and the appearance is not trimmed at all.

His mouth was full of oil stains, and there were still a lot of food crumbs stuck to it. At this moment, he stopped eating and stared straight at Qin Nuo.

Qin Nuo smiled slightly: "Hello, you are just as I thought, the same... strong."

"fat!"

"There's no need to beat around the bush. I know what my figure is. I'm different from those people. This figure doesn't make me feel inferior. On the contrary, it's exactly what I want!"

The devouring ghost stared at Qin Nuo and said with disdain.

Qin Nuo didn't know what he wanted to do, so he could only agree with him: "You're right, that's what I want too."

"I used to feel distressed and inferior because of all kinds of overeating but never gaining weight."

As soon as these words came out, Qin Nuo paused again.

Why do you feel a little offended by what you said?

The devouring ghost laughed loudly and said, "This is really something that makes people feel inferior!"

Qin Nuo reluctantly twitched the corners of his mouth. He didn't know what the devouring ghost meant when he asked him to come in.

Was he satisfied with that egg tart or not?

The Devourer put away his smile and didn't mention the egg tart. Instead, he asked, "Do you know what this carriage means to me?"

Qin Nuo shook his head.

"It is the existence reflected in my heart."

"In the compartment, there are many things that I longed for before, and I have a deep memory. Those foods, delicious food, are what I have longed for the most."

"At that time, whenever I was hungry, I would always think of them walking out of the paper industry, presenting a dazzling array of beautiful things in front of my eyes, allowing me to feast on them and taste them to my heart's content."

The swallowing ghost seemed to have entered some memories, raised his head, and said to himself.

Qin Nuo had a weird expression.

What did all this have to do with him?

The devouring ghost was still talking to himself, turned his gaze back to Qin Nuo, and said, "My memory was extracted and turned into this carriage, so I lost a lot of things."

"I've been looking for a food."

"Its taste can help me retrieve a vital memory, so I let you find it and make it."

"Egg tart?" Qin Nuo tried to speak.

The devouring ghost nodded slightly: "Well, you found the right one, or you."

Qin Nuo was overjoyed.

"So, we passed?"

"It stands to reason that you passed."

"But before you want to get this black gold card, you have to answer me a question first." Devourer said lightly, his eyes were hard to see through.

"Why did you choose this dinner?"

Qin Nuo hesitated for a moment, then said: "You said it, the carriage is formed by your memory mapping, and it is not difficult to find your most satisfying portion of food through some clues."

The devouring ghost looked indifferent, and shook his head slightly: "This is not a satisfactory answer for me."

Qin Nuo was speechless.

From the looks of it, this guy still doesn't want to let them go to the next carriage easily.

What else does it seem to be looking for?

While hesitating in his heart, Qin Nuo didn't think much about it.

What the devouring ghost wants may be able to find the answer in his memory.

Thinking of this, Qin Nuo's gaze moved and fell into the indifferent eyes of the devouring ghost, and then, without accident, the analytical eyes were triggered.

"Congratulations to the host for triggering the skill analysis eye, which is analyzing for the host..."

As the vision gradually blurred, a voice appeared in Qin Nuo's mind, as well as a blurred projected image.

"In memory, it is a dark area for me, I don't want to touch it, and even many times, I want to forget it."

"Our family was very poor when we were young. My father died early, leaving my mother and me behind. The pressure was like a mountain on my mother, but it didn't crush her. My petite and thin body had to support the pillar, because the body underneath I."

"Poverty restricts me many things, such as food, gruel and sweet potato are the foods we eat repeatedly, no matter how unpalatable and nauseating, I have to swallow it. At that time, the most precious thing I picked up was a cookbook, which introduced There are all kinds of desserts and delicacies, and those brightly colored pictures always make me salivate a lot.”

"I always eat the sweet potato in my mouth, look at the food in the recipe, and imagine the indescribable delicacy."

"When my mother saw it, she would always gently touch my forehead and comfort me with her own words. When I grow up and have a good future, I will cook all the delicacies in the recipe and give me enough to eat."

"She always said that I was very thin. I'm sorry, but I didn't let me eat well. When I have money, I will definitely let me eat for nothing. I looked at her tears. I was young at the time, and I didn't understand why my mother Want to cry, crying so sadly, she didn't cry even though her hands were covered with blood once..."

"Time flies, I grew up, understood a lot of things, and earned the first money I earned in my life, but it seems that God can't understand our family. After a little bit of improvement, I was caught by a bad news. , the impact was fragmented."

"My mother was seriously ill and was bedridden all day long, and she needed a lot of expenses. She was tormented by the illness and was emaciated. Although I always believed that my mother could survive, the doctor told me to prepare for the worst."

"My mother was surprisingly optimistic. She said that when I got better, she would find me a daughter-in-law. She would cook whatever food I wanted at home."