"B-Black Apron?!" Mao Feiyang's heart jolted.
But Mu Daxian seemed immersed in his memories. Ignoring Mao Feiyang's shock, he continued, "Lao Mo told me to follow him. Whatever happened, I wasn't to get involved, and whatever we encountered, I wasn't to look..."
"I did as he said, and Lao Mo escorted me back to the Teaching Building with a kitchen knife in his hand..."
"The whole way, I kept my eyes on Lao Mo's back. All I knew was that he hacked down countless Impersonators single-handedly... Their flesh and blood splattered all over both of us. After I got back to the Teaching Building, I discovered that all that blood had turned into tomato sauce..."
"Come to think of it, that seemed to be my first deep exposure to contamination. It was probably around then that I gradually began accepting contamination from supernatural power..."
"Later, I learned that Lao Mo had been injured on his way back. He'd crossed paths with an 'Angel.' Although they hadn't fought directly, he still encountered a Grinning Angel that had followed the 'Angel'..."
"Lao Mo confronted the Grinning Angel head-on and gained the upper hand, but he was still injured... Later, I more or less came to understand that the way Lao Mo ended up might have been because of that injury."
"For a long time afterward, I never ran into Lao Mo, but I became increasingly interested in him and his black apron."
"As you know, there are only two kinds of Chefs in the Student Dining Hall: blue aprons and green aprons. Strictly speaking, there 'should only be Blue Apron Chefs' in the Student Dining Hall, right?"
"A Black Apron Chef who could venture out in foggy weather shocked me as much as seeing a Security Guard."
"But Lao Mo clearly had