A Small Overlooked Detail...

Lightly tracing his fingers along the words on the side of the page while singing in a low tone, Di Tou couldn't help but sigh as he wondered, had Fatty Liao been singing these songs while he had been madly researching and theory-testing recipes in this little basement?

Had Fatty Liao been flipping through his notes when he was madly trying to figure out a new ingredient when he saw these images he had carefully sketched in a more carefree time?

And had Fatty Liao… regretted it in the end? Turning around, Di Tou peered through the darkness at Fatty Liao's corpse and couldn't help but cough.

Cough?

Slightly wheezing, Di Tou's nose wrinkled at the stench as a sudden thought came to him. Was there… much oxygen in this room? After all, seeing as there was no light, it didn't seem like there were any obvious direct vents or connections. Obviously, there was the stairwell down, but…