Everything that happened in the barbecue restaurant traveled back to Yu Xing's mind along the wisps of cursed energy mingling in the air.
He didn't need to see it. His subconscious already held the impression of the middle-aged woman being killed by the cashier's clone, and of several people getting into a scuffle by the restroom.
Yu Xing had just reached the cold-storage room.
Believing in respecting other people's fates, and never having been any great do-gooder, he paid no attention to the other players' conflict. Instead, he touched the freezer door with a hint of curiosity.
Ever since he had switched identities with his clone, he had been investigating the barbecue restaurant. He had casually explored part of the place during the previous seventeen resets, but this was the first time he'd had such freedom.
He wore the restaurant's apron, and employees dressed just like him passed by wherever he went. Blending in among them, Yu Xing didn't stand out, and nobody cared where he had come from.
Nobody except the leader.
The sheep-faced leader seemed to have realized he'd abandoned his post and was chasing after him—
Yu Xing had easily evaded him several times.
Perhaps Yu Xing had gone too far in leading the leader around like a dog. Now the leader wasn't just looking at him suspiciously, wondering what he was up to. He was gripping a kitchen knife he'd swiped from the kitchen, his face twisted with murderous rage.
Three minutes ago, Yu Xing had evaded another attempt on his life. At last, he had reached the place he was most curious about so far—the cold-storage room.
The cold-storage room was deep in the barbecue restaurant's kitchen. To reach it, one had to pass straight through the chef's territory, then wind through several bends in