Chapter 51

Han Fei dared to directly enter room 1052 after much deliberation.

He had already stayed for three hours, completed the hidden mission, and could exit the game at any time.

Moreover, Meng Shi had once mentioned that the tenant of room 1052 had never harmed anyone and had even saved Chen Chen, who had accidentally run upstairs.

Although the person had a terrifying, sickly appearance, kept a strange pet, and had beheaded the faceless ghost, Han Fei still felt that the person could be a good neighbor.

The reason was simple: this woman had just killed the ghost that wanted to harm him, saving his life.

Looking at the woman's blood-red back, the sharp knife, the head, and her blood-red lips—these were all the impressions she left on Han Fei.

Opening the door covered with the word "death," a strange fragrance wafted out from inside.

Room 1052 was connected to room 1051, but the smell inside was completely different.

The dim light illuminated the woman's pale face, and her bright red coat was somewhat glaring. After Han Fei entered the room, the woman casually closed the door.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Han Fei's heart began to race.

He scanned the room, which was even more bizarre than he had imagined.

A large dining table was placed in the center of the living room, with exquisite plates on it, each containing fragrant "delicacies."

If it were just that, Han Fei wouldn't have been afraid, but the problem was that none of the fragrant "delicacies" were things a normal person would eat.

"Dolls? Photos? Hair?"

The "delicacies" in the plates were bizarre, and just looking at them made Han Fei extremely uncomfortable. He instinctively wanted to back away, but his body touched something cold.

When he turned around, a pale arm was draped over his shoulder, and the cold fingers gently caressed his neck.

"What do you like to eat?" the woman's voice sounded in Han Fei's ear, her words seemingly carrying a fragrant scent, a scent that was frightening.

"I don't know what I like to eat. My family is poor, so I'm grateful for anything to eat," Han Fei dared not answer casually, fearing that the woman might do something crazy, like if he said he liked meat, she might use it right away.

"Children who don't pick their food are the easiest to raise." The woman's cold fingers moved away from Han Fei's neck. It was unclear what she meant by that. After saying it, she took the faceless ghost's head and entered the kitchen.

"Easy to raise?" After the woman entered the kitchen, Han Fei's gaze fell on the sharp knife on the dining table.

The woman seemed to have many such blood-stained knives, each of different lengths and styles, seemingly for different purposes.

"She used this knife to pierce the faceless ghost's head..." Han Fei, who had no means of self-defense, involuntarily moved closer to the dining table and touched the knives.

A warm sensation spread from his fingertips into his body, followed by a shrill scream in his ear, which made him quickly retract his hand.

At the same time, a voice from the system sounded in his mind.

"Player 0000, please note! You have discovered a G-level blood-red item—the blood-stained dinner knife."

"Blood-stained dinner knife: a cursed knife, extremely sharp, long-term use will uncontrollably make you want to cut people and objects around you."

Han Fei had never seen such a cursed item before. They seemed to be able to harm ghosts, but the user would also be cursed.

Thinking of the tenant of room 1052, Han Fei felt it was better not to touch her things.

While Han Fei was lost in thought, a rich fragrance wafted out from the kitchen. He involuntarily swallowed, turning to look into the kitchen.

The kitchen door was half-open, and Han Fei could vaguely see the bright red figure.

He followed the fragrance to the kitchen.

His fingers touched the doorknob, and just as Han Fei was about to push the door open, it opened on its own.

The woman appeared at the kitchen door, holding a black stew pot in both hands. She smiled at Han Fei, and fresh blood was still visible on her fingers.

The enticing fragrance came from the pot, but the faceless man's head was nowhere to be seen.

"I have a special need for food; I've always been searching for the ultimate taste." The woman walked forward with the black pot, her steps quick, forcing Han Fei to step back: "You must be hungry, right?"

She scooped out two spoonfuls of meat broth and then poured the rest of the contents into the trash can.

Han Fei didn't see the faceless ghost's head in the pot, which slightly relieved him.

"What's wrong?" The woman heard Han Fei's intake of breath. She placed the pot on the table and turned to look at him.

"Isn't that a waste?" Han Fei's face showed a look of regret: "The meat you made smells so good; it's a shame to throw it away."

No one dislikes being praised. The woman's smile grew wider when she heard Han Fei compliment her cooking: "The meat is just a side dish; I want the broth. Besides, the side dishes won't be wasted; I'll feed them to my pet."

"Feed them to room 1051?"

"Exactly, it loves to eat my leftovers." After saying that, the woman entered the kitchen again. As she opened the door, Han Fei saw some strange "things" hanging in the kitchen.

Han Fei didn't know what those things were, but they looked like the meat a butcher would hang in a meat shop.

In just a few minutes, the woman prepared several dishes, placed them on exquisite plates, and invited Han Fei to sit at the large dining table.

"I've lived here for a long time; you are the third person to visit my home." The woman lifted the lids of the plates, and the fragrance filled the room.

Han Fei's appetite was stimulated, but when he saw the dishes, he lost all desire to eat.

In front of Han Fei was a plate of animal organs, still with blood on them, which was already the most normal dish on the table.

In addition to the animal organs, there were some plants and various strange meats that Han Fei had never seen before.

"Why aren't you eating?" The woman picked up a napkin from the table and gently wiped her lips.

Her movements were very graceful, but the lipstick on her lips didn't come off; instead, it became even more vivid, as if it wasn't lipstick at all, but blood.

"Are you not eating because my cooking isn't good, or are you worried that these dishes are made of human flesh?" The woman laughed happily, extending her right hand and gently placing it beside her cheek.

"Don't worry, I've never harmed anyone, and I have no interest in human flesh." The woman looked at Han Fei's face, her blood-red eyes gradually becoming hazy. She couldn't help but bite her right little finger: "I pursue the ultimate taste, but human flesh isn't good."