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The more Xu Duchong watched the film, the more he felt something was off.

Especially when he saw Lu Ban asking around for information in the restaurant, following those two guys who brought their own food, chatting while eating, Xu Duchong actually smelled the aroma of the food.

People say a well-made food movie can make you feel like you can smell the aroma, but this time Xu Duchong really did smell it.

The milky scent of a fried egg, the charred smell of grilled fish, the pungent odor of cumin and chili pepper, and the fragrance of alcohol—there was no doubt that if he closed his eyes right now, he would definitely feel like he was in that eerie canteen, surrounded by eating guests, occasionally hearing conversations, and smelling the tempting scent of barbecued seafood.

The nauseating sensation brought by the painting of the missing artist Wan Ye was swept away, and saliva secreted unconsciously under his tongue, making Xu Duchong feel a bit hungry.