Who Was the Chef?

Real World, sixteenth floor.

The blood on Fang Shenyan's face had already been wiped clean, though his glasses had vanished without a trace.

Even without them, the brilliance in his bright eyes was still unmistakable.

He had never been nearsighted.

As for why he wore glasses, no one knew the reason behind it.

The sixteenth floor was deserted.

Although this was his first time in a Manager Mission, the sight before him was nothing out of the ordinary.

The narrow, elongated corridor was cluttered with miscellaneous items and shoe racks, making the already cramped passage feel even more crowded.

The corridor smelled unpleasant. Fang Shenyan covered his nose and mouth as he slowly walked forward.

The hallway had remained silent. Ever since stepping out of the elevator, he had not heard a single sound.

The doors of the residences on both sides were shut tight, without the slightest noise coming from within.

As Fang Shenyan passed Room 1604, he caught sight of a huge black garbage bag placed outside the door.

The bag appeared to contain something limp and soft, along with some liquid.

His gaze could not penetrate its surface, but he saw streams of murky dark-yellow fluid seeping from beneath it.

Because Fang Shenyan had encountered Mu Nianmei up close as a child, he had an especially deep impression of this kind of Black Plastic Bag.

He had the distinct feeling that it contained nothing good, so he slowly crouched down.

"Zzzzz..."

But just as he was about to turn it over, a strange sound suddenly came from the depths of the corridor.

It sounded like freshly washed pork falling into a wok, sizzling as it fried in grease.

Fang Shenyan slowly straightened up. Following the sound, he saw cooking fumes drifting out from the doorway of a