Slaughtered Livestock

He had no idea where to start...

Fang Shenyan lay on the stretcher, staring at the ceiling. The images he had seen earlier made his head throb faintly.

The Manager Mission was not an Unsolvable Mission. That meant there was still a way to survive.

Everything he had experienced so far, every detail he remembered or had forgotten, might conceal a clue.

But he had been the last to enter, so there were still things he needed to ask Su Chenghe.

"How much time do you have left?"

Su Chenghe's face darkened further. He craned his neck to glance outside and said grimly:

"Three minutes at most!"

Su Chenghe's experience had been almost identical to Fang Shenyan's. The smell of frying food had drawn him in without his realizing it.

After arriving, he had gone to the kitchen first and seen the strange fried food.

His powers of observation were not as keen as Fang Shenyan's, though, and he had failed to identify the chef.

Still, someone at his level was far more vigilant than most.

Almost as soon as he realized something was wrong with the kitchen, he tried to flee.

But it was already too late.

The door stood wide open, yet no matter how many times he walked through it, he ended up back in the room.

He had tried to force his way out with the Calligraphy Scroll, but the result was plain to see.

The moment he took out the Calligraphy Scroll, he was bound to a stretcher.

When he woke, he found that his right foot was gone.

Su Chenghe was no better off than Fang Shenyan. If anything, his position was worse.

He had not even gathered any clues from the other stretchers before being trapped on one himself.

By the time Su