Chapter 12: Day 2 01

When Fang Daichuan was sober, the clock in the corner of the house pointed in the direction directly below, and Fang Daichuan stared at the brass clock base for a while.
The table clock is very tall, about one meter seven, with the dial on the top, and anyone who is short should look up. The style of the table clock is quite similar to the overall style of this villa, pretending to be a ghost. The base below is thickly outlined with an engraved line. The picture is symmetrical from top to bottom. Fang Daichuan tilted his head and looked at it for a long time. He was in a daze. He drew a scene of a dozen people eating around a long table. The center line of symmetry is the table. A dozen people on the top have facial features, and a few on the bottom. The individual is a back figure. The base was originally not big, but at this moment, the characters were too small, and Fang Daichuan didn't take a closer look.
He put on his clothes, went to the bathroom to wash his face, brushed his teeth, and was about to spray some hairspray on his hair for a styling. Only then did he remember that he was no longer in front of the camera, so there was no need to fiddle with his hair.
Around seven o'clock, everyone gathered in the lobby on the first floor one after another. Since last night, everyone hasn't eaten anything, and was frightened all night. It is estimated that no one can sleep peacefully. Finally, until dawn, the hearts of the living were mixed and exhausted. However, on the surface, everyone still pretends to be full of energy, and a few girls even put on makeup.
When Fang Daichuan went downstairs, he smelled a strong smell of food. He instantly heard a fierce response from his stomach, and covered his stomach in embarrassment. To be honest, except for the wine Li Sinian brought him to drink and the two oysters he ate last night, Fang Daichuan didn't eat all night. He was carrying the corpse during the day and was frightened. Now his hungry chest is on his back.
"Morning!" Li Sinian saw Fang Daichuan standing on the stairs, raised his right eyebrow and greeted him. He was holding a white disk in his right hand with gilt patterns on the edge of the plate, "Come on and help, and breakfast."
Fang Daichuan nodded blankly, "Oh, okay." He walked down a few steps quickly.
People had already sat on the long table half full, and he was standing on half of the stairs. From this angle, half of the people had facial features visible, and the other half had only the back of their heads. Fang Daichuan stopped for a while before continuing to walk down, frowning secretly.
I don't know who picked up the body, and the hall is clean and tidy, spacious and bright. The translucent glass windows let in the sun unscrupulously, and the crystal chandelier exudes a soft light. Last night, Fang Daichuan stood at the table and touched the chair like a dream. There were still some black and red blood stains remaining in the texture of the back of the chair. Fang Daichuan rubbed his fingers, thinking that someone died here yesterday, and he couldn't recover for a while.
The atmosphere in the hall fell silent. Everyone seemed to have thought of the same thing too, and their expressions were uncomfortably reduced, and each bowed their heads in silence.
Li Sinian brought another plate: "Why are you stunned? Go to the kitchen and serve food."
Fang Daichuan cleared up his mood and bowed his head into the kitchen.
At the door of the kitchen, I met the mother who was serving food outside, wearing a small apron, holding a pot of stew in her hand, and the ginger-yellow ceramic amphora, with a fragrant aroma. Fang Daichuan didn't see women working the most, so he quickly grabbed the pot from others and said, "I'll come, I'll come."
I don't know how to watch people take it easy and the pan ears are amazingly hot, Fang Daichuan almost threw it directly on the ground in his hand. He was so hot that he jumped, flicking his heel up slightly, and ran out all the way.
Du Wei watched Fang Daichuan rushing over and hurriedly got up to help him pull the chair away. He set his hand and helped put the pot in the middle of the long table. Behind Fang Daichuan, the mother put another pot of dishes on the other side of the long table.
Everyone took their seats.
Chen Hui looked at the dishes in the pot with some worry: "Isn't it said that the water is not enough? How did you make it?"
Li Sinian placed the last white porcelain plate in front of Fang Daichuan, and smiled at Liu Hui: "I went out early in the morning and we went around. There is a hillside behind this villa, and there is a small vegetable garden on the gentle slope. I picked it up. There is an automatic flush toilet in this villa. The water is in the four-story water storage tower. I am afraid that it will not be clean. I will go to Boss Du and Mr. Liu to fetch fresh water from the small lake in Houshan. We don’t need to worry about our fresh water for the time being."
"Mr. Liu?" Yang Song raised his eyebrows and glanced around, "Which is Mr. Liu?"
The gentle middle-aged man smiled: "Not only Liu Xin."
Li Siniantan pointed in the direction of the single mother: "This is Ms. Niu Xinyan, who deserves to be a mother. The cooking skills are awesome."
Niu Xinyan bent her eyes and smiled.
"The surname is Niu..." The old lady had a somewhat unspeakable expression, and said with a strange expression, "The woman's name is Niu. I really don't know what my parents think. If my husband's name is Niu, I will let me say anything. My daughter follows my surname. What kind of name is cow, horse, pig, sheep, what a nice name with such a surname, it’s nothing."
No one knows how to answer this. Fang Daichuan licked his lips and glanced at Li Sinian.
Niu Xinyan's face became cold, she put the cup in her hand on the saucer, took a deep breath, and said nothing. Instead, Yang Song twitched his mouth: "Yeah, then you have to ask how nice your old name is."
The old lady curled her lips: "Minggui's surname is Song, it's not a good name, at least it's a personal name."
Yang Song slammed his chopsticks.
Everyone was silent for a while, and Ding Zihui was sandwiched between the old lady and Niu Xinyan, who was separated by the child, feeling a little depressed. She was so rare that she looked left and right, turned her head and asked the children next to her: "My kid, what is your name?"
The child leaned on his mother's waist, and said with a grinning voice: "My name is Liu Xiquan and my nickname is Nan Nan."
"My name is Zhao Chu, can you still do it? Have you finished introducing yourself? Can you eat it?!" The man who loves to pat on the table frowned impatiently and said as he tapped porcelain with a fork. Pan clang clang.
Fang Daichuan picked up his fork and persuaded, "Then let's... have breakfast."
The stew made by Niu Xinyan is really good. The canned beef is stewed with small green cabbage, lettuce and oily wheat, and a few peppers are cut into it. The red canned beef, the oil-green vegetable leaves, and a few peppers are dotted with it. The color is appetizing. The taste is also good.
Li Sinian estimated that he was digging for oysters again in the morning. Everyone had half a plate of oyster meat on the white porcelain plate, copied it in boiling water, and poured some fresh soy sauce on it.
It is a pity that there is no bread or rice. Fang Daichuan feels a bit pity. This villa is strange to say. There are Chinese food seasonings such as oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, but no chopsticks for rice noodles are prepared. Fang Daichuan awkwardly poked a piece of mussel with a fork, dipped it in soy sauce and stuffed it into his mouth.
"This beef is really good." Liu Xin picked it up together, and the flesh that was dyed red with red yeast had several layers of light honey-colored tendons. The meat was tender and chewy in his mouth.
Old Mrs. Song pouted: "It's all dyed with pigments. I don't know how many additives are in this can. There are also antiseptics, which are all carcinogens.-It's better to stew vegetables directly, which is not thankful."
"Do you dislike you, don't eat!" Yang Song raised his chin and said, her position was facing the old lady Song, her eyes were almost turned to the other person's eyes, "Would you like to get up early to do it? Can it cause cancer? It’s still a couple of talks to live until tomorrow, causing cancer of a fart."
The old lady drooped her face: "How do you speak! How did your parents teach you? No education at all!"
Yang Song raised his hand and poured the hot tea in the cup directly onto the opponent's face.
"I warn you," Yang Song pointed to the old lady's stunned face, "If you have something to say, don't involve my parents! My dad died earlier, so it's better than half of your body in the dirt. I don't know. Is there a place to bury the stronger people!"
The old lady wiped her face and stood up, her fingers trembling, and she screamed, "It's the opposite!"
Seeing that the situation is not good, Fang Daichuan quickly swallowed the oyster meat in his mouth, stood up and persuaded him to stand up and said, "Oh, it's done, it's time to eat, everyone sit down and talk!"
"Yeah, everyone should sit down quickly. What is this? It hurts so much." Ding Zihui also frowned and stood up, softly persuading.
Boss Du put a big mouthful of meat in his mouth, and wiped his mouth with a napkin on the corner of the table with a sneer: "Wellness? Is there peace in this room? There are still several wolves hidden in it, either you die or I live. Good fart."
"Also let people eat?!!!" Zhao Chu rolled his eyes and muttered softly.
"Who wouldn't let you eat?!" Yang Song turned to Zhao Chu and cursed, "I didn't let you eat?! She opened her mouth to cause cancer, but she couldn't please her because she opened her mouth to cause cancer. ?!"
Fang Daichuan was sweating profusely: "Oh, it's okay, can't you just say a few words!"
He looked back at Li Sinian, hoping that Li Sinian could also come out to help pull the frame, but saw Li Sinian slowly filling his mouth with food, without saying a word or participating in a word. He glanced at both sides of the long table and swallowed the food in his mouth. Fortunately, he picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea.
"Dangdangdangdangdangdangdang--"
Suddenly there was a huge metal crash on the second floor. This is more effective than persuading, everyone is quiet. Everyone looked at each other, then looked up to the second floor.
"It seems to be the clock in the bedroom," Li Sinian frowned and muttered. "It's eight o'clock."
Almost as soon as his voice fell, the upright machine at the end of the hall automatically turned on, and the screen emitted a soft blue light. The familiar electric sound came from the loudspeaker in the corner of the room, and that electric sound had formed a terrifying conditioned reflex in everyone's hearts, making everyone's hearts tremble.
Fang Daichuan clenched his palms.
"Congratulations to all the players for surviving until the second day. Please all the surviving players will go forward and swipe their fingerprints and ID cards in turn. In the case of villagers, we will start now.
There was a dangerous smile in that inorganic electric sound.