novelonline Chapter 2800: Weird Feast and Nightmare (8)
Chapter 2800: Weird Feast and Nightmare (8)
Chapter 2800: Weird Feast Nightmare (VIII)
Schiller obtained immunity for the next round, which attracted the envy and jealousy of countless people, because the next round would obviously be even more difficult.
When people are subjected to great mental stimulation, they will experience short-term amnesia. When facing tremendous pressure, they often cannot concentrate well, at least this is the case for some people.
The mental stimulation and pressure they received here obviously exceeded the threshold that humans can accept. More than two hours had passed and they could not even remember what the second dish was.
The aperitif was the first story to be told. Although everyone didn't understand the situation at that time, they were still energetic and many people listened carefully. But the story was too long and the second half made people drowsy, so not many people listened to the second story.
Among the people who listened to it, some have forgotten it completely because it has been a long time, while others find it difficult to recall it completely due to pressure, so the overall situation is even worse than the aperitif session.
The number of deaths in the last round was 16, and this time, the chef announced a more desperate number, as he would eliminate 20 people in this round.
Everyone looked at the cold dish brought by the waiter. It was Iberian ham with figs, but if they remembered correctly, the chef said that the worst 10 people would be used as ingredients. Whose ham was this?
No one could answer their questions, but the situation they were facing now was that they couldn't remember too much of the background story, so they could only start by writing more about the taste of the food and pray that they wouldn't be discovered if they were trying to make up the word count.
A woman with crooked teeth took the ham first and stuffed it into her mouth, totally ignoring the surprised looks of others. It seemed that she was not from this class at all, but had somehow managed to get in, so she didn't care at all.
Her action was like a signal. The others seemed to be relieved and picked up their knives and forks to start eating. For a moment, the restaurant fell silent, with only the sound of metal colliding with porcelain.
Schiller didn't eat it. He was not comfortable eating anything here, just like he wouldn't drink water casually. The rules didn't require him to taste the food before writing, so he simply put the ham aside and started writing furiously.
The chef seemed to want to hint to him with his eyes that he skipped this step, but Schiller pretended not to see it. He was like a great writer with an burst of inspiration. He wrote a little, then looked up and thought for a while, showing a smile or a sad expression, and then continued writing, appearing to be extremely immersed and devoted.
But in fact, Schiller was taking the opportunity to look up and observe Jerome sitting opposite him. There was no doubt that if there was a second person who could survive in this restaurant, it would definitely be Jerome. The two Valowska brothers were both geniuses, and it was not difficult for them to write down the introduction and background story of each dish.
Jerome was also writing something with his head down, but due to the angle, Schiller couldn't see his handwriting. Otherwise, he could judge his educational level from his handwriting. However, judging from the trajectory of his hand movements, his ability to control the pen was pretty good, and he didn't look like someone who had never been to school.
Schiller wrote another long article with great enthusiasm, while the lady next to him kept winking at him. As time was running out, the lady looked at him pleadingly and said, "Oh my God, sir, if you plan to participate in this round, can you give me your immunity? I am willing to pay any price. I am really too scared to remember so much."
Schiller looked up at her, then looked down at what he had written, as if he was weighing whether he could pass this time, but soon he seemed to soften his heart, he called the waiter and whispered something to him.
The waiter walked to the chef and seemed to be repeating Schiller's words to him. The chef looked at him with a frown. Schiller shrugged and the chef had to nod.
Schiller turned to look at the woman who was crying and said, "Okay, ma'am, you have been granted immunity. You are safe this round."
As soon as he said this, everyone's eyes focused on the woman. The woman immediately became proud. She smiled and said to Schiller: "Thank you very much, sir. I roughly remember some of the rest of the content, so there will be no problem."
She gave a grateful and apologetic smile and wiped her tears with a handkerchief, but she still couldn't help sobbing, obviously she had not recovered from the shock.
Therefore, she did not notice the dark shadow behind her.
puff!
A table knife stabbed straight into her chest. A tall man pulled out the knife and stabbed it several times. Blood splattered and the woman fell weakly on the table.
He looked at Schiller maliciously and said, "Now that everyone is dead, the immunity is meaningless. How about giving it to me?"
It seemed like a question, but it was actually a threat. Schiller did not show any fear. He said, "You think you can kill me so that the chef can redistribute the immunity, but you can't do that."
"Of course I can."
"You can't. Are the rest of you sure you can remember the specific contents of the next five dishes? I am not talented, but I happen to be a historian with a good memory. I also listened carefully to the stories of all the dishes. I may be the only one who knows the exact answer."
Everyone started to look at the man holding the dinner knife with unfriendly expressions, because just as Schiller said, no one was sure that they remembered the complete stories of the next five dishes. If they couldn't remember one story, they might be able to ask Schiller for help, but if Schiller died, no one would have an accurate answer. Would they have to ask the chef?
The man also knew that he couldn't take action, otherwise it would cause public outrage. He looked at Schiller fiercely and sat back in his seat.
At this moment, a young man sitting in the back row stood up, raised his hands and said, "Don't hit me, I'm not trying to run away, I just have something to say, can I stand?"
The chef gave him a nasty look, like a bloodthirsty beast, as if he wanted to tear out his spine the moment he discovered his improper behavior.
The young man was obviously frightened as well, but he resisted the urge to sit down until the chef nodded.
"I've thought of a fairer way." He said, "We can ask Mr. Sosip, who has memorized the answer, to tell us again. We didn't pay attention last time because we didn't know there was such a game. This time we should listen carefully and decide the winner based on our memory. How about that?"
He obviously wanted to step forward to save the situation, but an old lady with silver hair sitting in her seat said, "No, this is not fair. You young people have good memories. We have no advantage over you. Older people are destined to be eliminated."
All the older people stared at the young man with some resentment, and echoed the old lady's words that the deterioration of human brain function was inevitable, and no matter what, they could not match the good memory of people in their prime. If they repeated the answer again, they would definitely not remember as much as the young people, so wasn't that doomed?
Some people also set their eyes on Soship, as if they were afraid that he would really agree with what the young man said, because the chef did not say that this was not possible, but they would never allow such a possibility.
Schiller looked at the young man with some regret. He had a lot of ideas and was trying to control the situation and rebuild the rules, but unfortunately, he thought it was too simple.
Just as the young man was about to say something, a strong bearded man knocked him down from behind. The old lady picked up a fork and stabbed it into his neck. Blood gushed out immediately. The young man fell on the table, twitched a few times, and then became motionless.
"This is not a solution." A middle-aged woman with elegant dress and manners said, "Although it is a last-place elimination system, can you really be sure that what you write will not be in the bottom 20?"
The restaurant was completely silent. Apparently no one was sure. In a black box situation where everyone was aware of the situation, some people might think they had written a lot, but others had written down even more. Some people might feel that their writing was not good, but compared to others it was already pretty good and they had luckily escaped.
"What do you want to do?" asked the bearded man.
"Maybe we can do this." The woman suggested a plan, "We throw everyone's written work into a box, and then take turns drawing. The paper you draw is equivalent to what you wrote. You sign your name on it and hand it in."
"Then it becomes a game of luck." The old lady said, "I disagree because I think I can at least make it to the fourth round."
Other people also have their own little calculations in mind. It’s not that they can’t remember anything at all, but they remember a few rounds more clearly and not so well in others. If that’s the case, wouldn’t the rounds that they remember more clearly be given to others?
"So the order of drawing is not completely random." The woman said: "Now that the first round has been completed, there is no point in discussing it. Let's just treat this as the first round. There are six more rounds including this one, represented by Arabic numerals 1 to 6."
"You can rank the six numbers from 1 to 6 according to how clearly you remember them. For example, if I remember the fifth dish most clearly, then the fourth and third, then the second and first, and the sixth dish least clearly, then the order I would rank would be 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1."
"After the statistics are submitted, you will draw the levels with higher numbers first. For example, if you put level 5 first, then your priority level 1 will be 1. When it comes to level 2, all people with priority level 3 will draw first, followed by priority and priority ."
"But it still depends on luck..."
"Yes, this is only slightly fairer, because obviously, now except for Mr. Soship, no one is sure that he can remember every level clearly, so this is actually fairer."
"No, there's still a problem." A baby-faced woman said, "The remaining six dishes are a level-by-level system. If you can't survive the first dish, then the next five levels are completely meaningless. So everyone will put the most recent level at the front, so that it has a higher priority and a greater chance of survival."
"But it's not a 100% chance, because you only draw first, but you can't be sure what you get." The woman said: "If you sort them according to the order of the levels, then he will be doomed to have no right to choose in the last few levels."
"Isn't that still a pure game of luck?"
"I am just resolving an obvious contradiction, because if we have to draw lots, there will definitely be people who want to draw first, even if it doesn't make sense to draw first, they believe in their luck more and don't want to have no choice in the end."
After these words were spoken, the restaurant fell silent, and they were all thinking about the feasibility of this method.