There were no clocks or anything of the sort in the entire villa, so the only way to guess the time was by personal feel.
Dinner had been in preparation when Xie Qi first arrived. Now, looking out the window, he saw nothing but darkness.
He estimated that it was probably between eight and nine. After returning to his room, he began discreetly searching every corner.
He hadn't forgotten that his every move was now visible to the viewers. He had chosen to hide his identity for fun back then, so naturally he had to see it through.
As the saying went, the customer was king.
Xie Qi didn't want to put on a dull show for the ladies and gentlemen in the audience and leave them with a bad impression.
So the viewers in the livestream saw the perverted chef return to his room and begin inspecting it like a king, humming a tune they couldn't understand.
Xie Qi finally stopped at the wardrobe by the door. As he changed, he scanned the inside for anything hidden there.
Only three sets of clothes hung inside: one was a white chef's uniform like the one he wore, another was a black shirt and dress pants, and the last was a set of black pajamas.
Of course, the most conspicuous thing was a long knife at the bottom of the wardrobe.
Xie Qi didn't reach for it. Even a fool could tell it was the murder weapon the original owner of his body had used before.
But he already had a better knife, so he didn't care about this one.
He reached for the shirt and took it down, then calmly stripped off his clothes and put it on.
While doing so, he pretended to brush against the knife by accident. Sure enough, its attributes were garbage compared to his own.
Then he continued changing.
At that moment, all the viewers in the livestream could see was a mosaic blurring his body, and they all cried out at the missed opportunity.
[Seriously, why are you disappointed you can't see a pervert change clothes?]
[He may be a pervert, but he's a good-looking pervert. (evil grin)]
[What's so good about looking at a man? You'd be better off watching Mrs. Caster.]
[Then go watch her. Who's stopping you? Why are you staying here and complaining?]
[Whoa, how does a pervert have fans? Is it really all about his looks?]
[Isn't that the truth? His profile says he's a class C citizen? Why isn't he working at his company instead of watching a livestream?]
[Oh! Did that strike a nerve with our esteemed class B lord? What's wrong with us class Cs? At least we can support ourselves. What do you class Bs have to show for yourselves besides your birth?]
[Watch out, you might get banned. Let's just watch the livestream. The longer I watch this pervert, the more thrilling he seems, don't you think? (shy))]
Ever since Xie Qi started undressing, viewers in the bullet comments had split into two sides and started arguing.
One side had been drawn in by Xie Qi's outrageous antics and wanted to see what other tricks he had up his sleeve.
The other side had stayed purely for his looks. Among the rest were people who had clicked in by chance and couldn't leave until the time limit was up.
Xie Qi naturally had no idea he'd stirred up another storm, but even if he did know, he would only have been happy.
After all, notoriety was still fame. As a new streamer, he wasn't afraid of being cursed at; he was afraid nobody would watch.
The black shirt and dress pants outlined Xie Qi's long, slender figure. Fastening his cuffs, he strolled over to the desk.
The desk was nearly empty, holding only a kerosene lamp and a notebook. There was nothing else.
Xie Qi didn't rush to read the notebook. He first picked up the kerosene lamp, as if inspecting how much fuel was inside.
Relevant information immediately appeared in his mind:
[Name: Special kerosene lamp]
[Type: Item]
[Quality: Common]
[Attributes: None]
[Can be taken out of the instance: No]
[Note: A kerosene lamp that uses special fuel. Its light reaches a radius of two meters. Please refill it as soon as the fuel runs out, or an unexpected situation may occur.]
The lamp's attributes were ordinary; the one thing that stood out was the special fuel.
Guessing that the fuel must be hard to obtain, Xie Qi set the lamp down for the moment.
He pulled out the chair in front of the desk and opened the notebook only after he was seated.
[March 2. Temperature: Comfortable
Today's ingredients were good quality and easy to cut.
It's just that blood is really hard to wash off once it gets on my hands, but I can't bear to give up that warm sensation. What a dilemma.
March 3. Temperature: Cool
Today's ingredient wasn't very obedient, so I cut it a few extra times.
Ah, nothing can compare to this pleasure. It was most thrilling when it cried and begged me to spare its life.
Even if I can't taste them, I enjoy this fear and despair even more.
March 4...]
Xie Qi kept flipping through the notebook. Every day's entry recorded another ingredient being killed, and the original owner's love for this sort of thing spilled uncontrollably between the lines.
The livestream could be switched to Xie Qi's perspective, so many viewers saw the contents as well.
[...I thought I'd accepted that the chef was a pervert, but I didn't expect him to be even more perverted!]
[My eyes! Please give me a pair of eyes that have never seen this!]
[Wouldn't a criminal of this level be rated class A even on Prisoner Island?]
[Probably not. This chef is just a bit of a pervert. So far, he doesn't seem very strong in a fight. He'd be rated class C at most.]
[Class C is already impressive, okay? Those are extremely vicious serial killers. This chef just processes ingredients in the villa. How is he anywhere near that brutal?]
[What blinded you, commenter above? Was it the nutrient solution?]
After reading it from beginning to end, Xie Qi closed the notebook.
He sighed inwardly because he hadn't found any useful information in it.
The whole thing was filled with the original owner's thoughts on killing. Reading too much of it was tiresome.
Xie Qi put the notebook back on the desk and pretended to look for a pen as he pulled open the drawer underneath.
Inside were not only pens, but also several things that looked like gemstones, as well as a pair of black gloves.
He clearly had gloves, yet the original owner didn't like wearing them and had even complained in the notebook about being unable to wash the blood off.
Just as Xie Qi was about to take out the gemstone-like objects, a knock sounded behind him.
"Knock, knock, knock—"
"Kanibari, it's me. Open the door."
The old butler Sai Basi's voice came from outside.
Xie Qi first pushed the drawer shut, then stood up and returned the chair to its original position before taking his time going to open the door.
Once the door opened, before Sai Basi spoke, he glanced past Xie Qi's shoulder into the room. Seeing that the furnishings appeared unchanged from before, his expression relaxed a little.
Most people wouldn't have noticed that slight change, but to Xie Qi, whose powers of observation had been honed by years in casinos, it was as obvious as a child's.
Sai Basi turned his gaze back to Xie Qi and stared at his seemingly ever-present smile.
"The master is very pleased with your dinner today. You may go to the back and pick out any ingredients you like. You may deal with the remainder as you see fit."