He was right. It happened that all four of us were drug-resistant. Two men in black jackets pushed all four of us away, and it felt like we were taking the elevator.

The elevator is right in the VIP room, behind the antique shelf, there is a hidden elevator.

It seems that I have a lot of people to transport people, and this kind of business is very skilled. The man who pushed me in black clothes told me that he wanted to give me a shot.

His accomplices said it was not possible, the large amount of medicine affected the taste, and the food would be not fresh when the body metabolizes longer.

I heard the two of them meant to chat, and they were planning to eat me?

The two pushed us into a room underground. The temperature was quite low, like a refrigerator.

But there was nothing else in it except us. They put us in the room, turned around and said they wanted to ask the boss to check it out.

When the two of them left, the four of us opened our eyes. We were in a car. Bishi and I were in the same car, and Alan and Galaxy were in the same car.

All three pairs of eyes looked at Ailan, wanting to ask her what this means. It turns out that she invited us not to eat food, but to be the dish?

Ailan was also confused. We didn't dare to speak out, for fear that someone outside would hear it, so we could only wink each other.

Ailan shook his head and said that he was innocent. Then he heard footsteps outside, so we quickly continued to pretend to be dizzy.

I was hanging in the cart with a tricky angle, so I could still see the surrounding environment with my eyes squinted.

There were three people coming in, two men in black jackets and one in a long jacket. The man wore a melon-skin hat and a mustache. He looked about fifties and was only 1.6 meters tall. He was twisted with wooden bracelets in his hands and thousands of layers of cloth shoes on his feet.

This man looked like an extra who had just returned from get off work from the crew, but the man in the black jacket called him the boss.

They asked the boss to take a look at the ingredients of today's special dishes. The boss first walked to my and Bishi's cart, and seemed to point at me and said, "This is suitable for steaming."

Then he moved slightly, pointed at Bishi and said, "Cook this slowly in a low heat."

One of the men in black jackets saw that the boss had arranged the two of us, and immediately came forward to push the cart and pushed Bishi and me out of the refrigerator.

So I didn't hear how Alan and the Galaxy cook.

We were pushed into a room with fireworks, and I guess this is the kitchen. The 'sound' here is very noisy, and a lot of the sounds of thoughts were captured by my brain.

Most of them shout "Help", and some shout "Help" and they also shout "He" and "My parents".

The kitchen is spacious, with six cooks, and the cooking utensils are particularly complete, and the firewood is still burning.

I didn’t see any smoke when I burned the firewood, and I didn’t know where the smoke was located. There was no smoke in the entire house.

The man in the black jacket pushed us into the kitchen and told the chef that I would steam it and simmer it on the ground with a low heat, so don't make any mistakes.

I secretly agreed in my heart that if they planned to "wash vegetables", I would jump up and beat them up immediately.

However, they didn't. They lifted me out of the car, put it directly into a large steamer, and put it in a curled position for me, without saying that they would take out my phone first.

Theirs put Bishi into a large pot of clay pot, added a bag of prepared braised ingredients, light soy sauce, dark soy sauce, cooking wine, onion, ginger and garlic. The pot was burned on a low heat and a wooden lid was pressed on it.

I thought Bi Shi couldn't stand this, but she was just like me and went to the pot honestly.

Then Ailan and Galaxy were pushed into the kitchen, and the man in the black jacket who was pushing them in patted Ailan, and said to the chef, "This is raw cut and plastered", then pressed Galaxy's head and said, "This is fried."

The chefs dealt with the Galaxy first. The chef instructed the assistant to marinate the ingredients with seasonings for twenty minutes. The assistant immediately threw the Galaxy into a large basin and poured salt, MSG, cooking wine, white pepper, oil consumption, and beer to soak the Galaxy.

Alan is in a miserable state. She wants to be made into a 'sashima'. The chef cut her with a knife. Alan is different from me. She does not have copper and iron bones, but the chef said that she is not in a hurry to cut it now because Alan still has medicine in her body and needs to wait for her to metabolize the medicine before cutting it.

The chefs were all going out to smoke and play with their cell phones while waiting. When I woke up in the cage, I left a gap in the cage so that it was convenient to observe the movement outside. When I saw them leaving, I pushed the cage cover up and widened my lower field of view.

Bi Shi leaned out with a wooden lid, two slices of ginger stuck to her face and green onion pieces hung on her hair. The distance between us was a little closer, and she whispered to me when I would do it.

I didn't say anything, but wanted to "select the table" to see who the diners were. The owner of the black shop sold "human flesh". The customers in the backyard probably knew that who is so bold? I was a little curious.

I lowered my voice and replied to her, "Wait for the table."

Bishi nodded. She simmered it on a low heat and it took a long time to cook it. It was impossible for me to be served first. The fried Milky Way needs to be marinated for twenty minutes, and it is not her turn. Alan needs time to metabolize medicine. I guess I should be the first one to serve.

The chef just said that cooked food does not require metabolizing drugs, and I will definitely cook the fastest when steaming it.

Galaxy reached out from the big pot where she was pickled and made a gesture of ok. Alan looked up from the chopping board and said, "Come on."

Twenty minutes later, the chefs came back, and the chef directed his assistant to put me in the plate.

Two assistants came over and opened the steamer. One of them muttered: "Why doesn't the fragrance come out?"

Another assistant smelled it and said, "It's true."

The two reported to the chef, but the chef didn't take it seriously and said that steaming was not so particular, and it was enough to cook it. Anyway, customers had to eat it later. As long as the meat was fresh, they would not pick on it.

The two assistants may be new, so they nodded obediently when they heard this and then put me on the plate.

After steaming for twenty minutes, I was not hot, my clothes were hot, and my clothes were steaming, making me look steaming too.

Fortunately, they didn't use chopsticks to prick me, so they tried steaming it thoroughly. The chef was quite confident in his business ability.

However, I guessed that the customer might not have high requirements, and he felt that there was no need to do it so meticulously, otherwise the way to put clothes on the pot would be casual.

On the way out of the kitchen, two assistants muttered in a low voice, one asked if the steaming time would be too short, and the other answered that it was not short, and customers liked to eat steamed until it was three-quarters cooked.

I have heard that fried steak is a bit cooked, and the steamed steak is a bit cooked?

It’s okay if the steak is bloody, but I’m a ‘human’. I cut my stomach with one-size-fits-all and my internal organs are not cooked yet. Who can eat it?

I was thinking about it all, and I took the elevator to the ground again. The man in the black jacket was still the man in the black jacket. The two chef assistants only pushed him to the door of my elevator, and the man in the black jacket took over.

My plate has a cover, so I can't see the situation outside and can only listen to the sound.

I was pushed into the private room, and the voice inside paused for a moment. The man in the black jacket spoke at this time and said that this was a steamed man.

I don’t introduce the ingredients to the dishes I eat. Now I’m introducing the ingredients, saying I’m a steamed ‘man’. Hum, sorry, I’m not!

There is a slight difference between the dining style of the private room and the front yard. This is a man in a black jacket pushes a dining cart to everyone, which is more Western.

The dining table is a U-shaped one, divided from left to right, and the man in black jacket took out the knife under the dining car, which had special tools for picking the bones, sawing and digging eyes.

He pushed me to the first customer table on the left and politely asked the other party which part he wanted to eat.

"Thank you, I'm losing weight recently." A woman's voice answered him.

"Okay, I wish you a happy meal." The man in black clothes held up a saw and came to cut my palm. It sounded like the sound of metal scratching on the leather for more than ten seconds.

Just when the man in the black jacket was surprised, I spoke: "Kazi is over? I have been seeing you for a long time, and I am still sawing here with perseverance."

As soon as I made a sound, the man in the black jacket was so scared that he sawed it off, and the private room was in an uproar.

I simply sat up, stretched my limbs, and always felt so uncomfortable in the same position.

"Okay, gather people to eat people, don't leave one today, let's talk about this."

The man in the black jacket wanted to run away, so I jumped out of the car and jumped up. He was kicking him on the back of the knee. He fell to bite the mud. I raised my foot and stepped on his back. He screamed in pain. I warned him not to scream. I wanted to use some more force and he would have to wrap his diapers in the rest of his life.

Everyone in the room looked at me, and I had the time to take a good look at these special diners.

They all look very similar to humans, but by looking closely you can find some slight differences, such as the shape of the pupils and the differences in facial features.

This is a group of alien races, other races mixed among humans. The unit has registered many such non-human creatures. Normally, if they do not harm humans, the unit will only register and not supervise.

The mysterious prison that made the case can trap them. Today I encountered a "big case" of non-human collective crime.

A "lady" got up and wanted to run away from the wall. I threw out a karma fire and burned through her legs. She lost support and balance. Her forehead hit the wall with a 'bang', and the wall cracked and suddenly showed several lines.

If she had to rush up with all her strength, the entire wall would probably collapse.

"Who wants to experience being a legless person?" I looked around the diners present. A few of them stood up and wanted to escape with the 'lady', and hurriedly sat back into the chair.

"If you run out tonight, the rest of the people will have to be punished. Don't worry, I won't kill you. Now it's a legal society. If you commit a crime, you will have your own legal judgment."

Everyone present looked at me, and from their expressions, they could feel that no one believed me.

I steamed my phone in the steamer for twenty minutes, and now I can't use it anymore. I borrowed a phone call from the diners present and called my colleague on duty at the unit.

An emergency like this may occur at any time, and the unit has a duty field office to deal with such things every day.

I called my colleagues and asked them to contact the field team in charge of this area, but I didn't know the phone number.

"Hold your hands on the desktop, don't make small moves below, so that I can find that my phone and hands are confiscated." When I called, my eyes kept staring at this group of people. Someone wanted to send text messages with my phone while I was not paying attention. After I discovered and warned me, I immediately put them away.

Two people on the ground screamed, but fortunately the private room was particularly soundproof. I had tried it before, but the sound inside couldn't be heard.

I only have a dish in this room, and no one comes in to disturb me. It is not peaceful outside. The room is soundproof and can be heard even if the noise is too loud. It seems that someone has demolished the house.

Someone rushed into the room and called, "Dear guests, today--" before he finished speaking, he was shocked by the scene in the room.

I dragged my two legs to the middle of the U-shaped table. I was still sitting in the dining cart, and this position was blocking the door.

Seeing that the situation was not good, this person wanted to run away first. I quickly grabbed it with my eyes and hands. I snapped it, crushed my arm bones, threw them into the middle of the dining table, and were companions with the two of them.

There will be no one else who demolished the house. It must be Bi Shi and the others. I looked at the people in the house and shrugged, "Look, I understand civilization and be polite."

There was a mess outside, and then my colleague arrived, and a group of people were sent away. It was almost dawn.

After leaving the private room where I was, let alone the diners, I was stunned. Except for our room, the other private rooms have been demolished into ruins. Diners were crushed under the ruins and struggled to call for help. They were not dead, but they were all injured.

A colleague from the field team of the unit drove two buses over and pulled everyone away.

The four of us also had to go back. Some colleagues stayed to protect the scene, and some evidence collection, etc. The colleague in charge of escorting the person back to the group invited us to take a car with him.

They drove a business car, and there was no problem carrying the four of us. However, Bishi and the others were embarrassed to take their car. They had no place to take a bath, and they were covered with seasonings, soy sauce, and sugar, so they insisted on squeezing the bus with the group of diners.

Diners were injured and they should have sent ambulances to pick them up, but there were too many people, so many ambulances had to be sent, which would alarm more people and they could only "grievance" them dragged their remaining limbs on the bus.

The owner of the restaurant did not run away, so Bishi naturally did not let him go. The three of them were having a mess outside, but no one used our tribe's weapons.
To be continued...