In the dimly lit ambience where light and shadows meet, with the gentle sway of candles on the dining table and the soothing melody of a piano, the delightful romantic dinner between Sheng and Yiyi began. Course after course of dishes came and went.
The charming waiter presented five perfectly cooked high-end steaks. Suddenly, Yiyi put down her knife, seductively slid a scarlet lipstick smile across her lips, and pulled out a gleaming surgical scalpel from her purse.
"The texture of this meat is exceptionally tender, probably sent straight to the restaurant's kitchen right after being freshly slaughtered. The spices have permeated the meat's core. The flesh cut from a living body still carries traces of fear and amplified cell expansion. Hmm? Sheng, why aren't you eating?" Yiyi speared a piece of bloody meat and put it in her mouth, smiling at Sheng, who had turned pale.
Sheng glanced at the iron plate with the steaks, the sizzling steam and oozing blood, and began to wonder whether it was beef or lamb, or perhaps human flesh. He couldn't help but entertain the thought that perhaps the head chef of this upscale restaurant was involved in murder, substituting human meat for the expected beef or lamb.
Various eerie thoughts continued to flood Sheng's mind as he tried to uncover the truth hidden within the depths of the restaurant's off-limits kitchen.