The notebook in my hand cannot be opened!
Obviously, from the outside, the pages in the notebook in his hand are distinct, and he can flip through them just by raising his hand.
However, Jason, holding this notebook in his hand, felt that what he was holding was a handicraft carved from a piece of wood. Those pages were like the skills of a skilled craftsman. merciless ridicule.
Jason is not one to give up easily.
call!
After taking another deep breath, Jason used his hands again. This time, he didn't flip through the pages casually, but with real strength.
Suddenly, the muscles on Jason's arm protruded with sharp lines.
But the notebook didn't move at all.
A few seconds later, Jason, who continued to exert force, began to tremble with his muscles driving his arms.
More importantly, the faint pain in his chest told him that if he didn't want to get worse, he had better stop.
Thinking of the bad situation he was in, Jason immediately stopped, looking at the notebook in his hand with suspicious eyes.
"There is an agency?"
"still… "
"Mysterious side?!"
Jason guessed.
Thinking of the latter, Jason's cheeks hidden behind the hockey mask twitched.
He had searched for the "mysterious side" for a long time without success, which made him think that the "mysterious side" was just a rumor, or some people's imagination, but at this moment, the successive incidents of the "mysterious side" made Jason I understand that he didn't encounter the 'mysterious side' incident before, just because the 16th district where he has been in is 'safe'.
Or to be precise, his level is not high enough to participate in the 'mysterious side' incident at all.
And now
Even if he doesn't want to encounter the 'mysterious side' events, the 'mysterious side' events will follow.
Because he is already in the game.
Unable to bear it, Jason sighed, and gently placed the notebook in his hand on the wooden crate.
As for the 'mysterious side', he doesn't know anything other than what he has just experienced.
But there is nothing wrong with being careful.
Therefore, he avoided the gauze stained with his own blood.
You know, in his hometown, in the mysterious legend, there are examples of people being able to control the life and death of others by obtaining a little blood from others. Some even don't need blood, as long as they know their names.
This made Jason, who had already encountered the 'mysterious side' incident, shudder.
immediately-
"Jason!"
"My name is Jason!"
Jason warned himself that he had an unprecedented sense of "identity" with the name 'Jason', and at the same time, silently hid the name 'Chen Jie' in the deepest part of his heart.
For ordinary people, this may be a bit of a fuss.
But for Jason, who was almost forced into persecution paranoia in an unfamiliar environment, it was really normal.
Get used to it.
The city that never sleeps made him used to facing danger all the time.
He once saw with his own eyes that someone was beaten into a sieve after turning a street corner, and he also saw a person who bought bread in the store just now and ate it while walking, suddenly foaming at the mouth and falling to the ground and convulsing.
These are normal daily routines in the city that never sleeps.
What about the 'mysterious side' routine that's weirder than normal
call!
Jason took a deep breath, suppressed the fear in his heart, and looked at the display screen, where three figures were displayed.
Armed with guns, they alternately covered each other and came towards No. 19.
In District 26, there will never be a shortage of two types of people.
Timid as a mouse.
Daredevil.
The latter far exceeds the former.
And under one premise, the former will completely become the latter.
That is…
Take advantage of the fire!
What better place to loot than 19 Tell Street at this moment
Gunshots, fire, dead bodies.
All the aborigines here swarmed like vultures hunting for food.
Jason can be sure that this is only the first batch, and there are more people watching in the dark, including... The 'target' that the big man is really waiting for is also very likely to be among them.
Even, these three people were pawns 'pushed' by the opponent.
"One submachine gun, two pistols."
"Cooperate closely during the march, and there is a high possibility that there will be grenades on the body!"
"There is no chance of winning a direct conflict."
"Traps must be set!"
"But even if there is a trap, given the opponent's well-trained, it will only have the greatest effect the first time..."
Jason frowned behind the hockey mask, and he involuntarily clenched the handle of the UZ submachine gun.
The cold gun handle gave him the only sense of security, but the pain from the wound on his chest made Jason understand that the situation in front of him was far worse than he imagined, and the slightest carelessness would mean death .
Under the threat of death, Jason's eyes were fixed on the display screen, thinking about how to deal with the enemy.
He didn't see that the notebook on the wooden crate was moving silently.
Slowly moved to the gauze stained with blood.
The blood was quickly absorbed by the notebook.
At this moment, Jason turned his head suddenly as if feeling something in his heart.
When he saw the notebook covered in gauze, he immediately got up and rushed towards the notebook. He wanted to take the notebook away, but when his fingers touched the notebook, his eyes suddenly went dark.
As if being hit hard on the back of the head, Jason staggered two steps, gritted his teeth and tried to keep himself from falling to the ground, but the dizziness was unstoppable and overwhelmed Jason in an instant.
The next moment, Jason fell backwards, but did not fall to the ground.
He fell into a metal object!
And when he stood up again, he realized that the metal objects under his feet were...
plate!
A silver plate!
Moreover, on both sides of the plate, there are the same silver knives and forks.
I was put on a plate
Chinese food? !
The sudden scene made Jason inexplicably horrified. He subconsciously wanted to leave the plate, but an invisible force restrained him. Then, the dark brown notebook floated in front of him out of nowhere.
The notebook that couldn't be opened just now has been opened at some point.
Just opened the cover, revealing the title page.
It's full of words—
you see me laughing
In fact, I just opened my mouth because I was hungry.
Remember: table manners.
…
It wasn't any words Jason was familiar with, but he could understand the meaning.
Then, the open notebook flew over Jason's head, where Jason couldn't see it.
After losing the cover of the notebook, a high-backed chair appeared in Jason's vision.
There is no extra carving, but there is a sense of simplicity when placed there.
At the same time, a figure composed entirely of darkness began to appear on the high quilt chair.
The sound of swallowing saliva echoed in Jason's ears.
The black figure stretched out his hands and took it towards the knife and fork.
"I was really treated as food!"
The facts in front of him made Jason struggle violently. Although he was still unable to move, his consciousness was not restrained, and his soul was screaming.
I don't want to die!
live!
I want to live!
I don't want to be treated as food!
The continuous, high-pitched voice echoed in that special soul.
hum!
Buzz!
The echoes over and over again made Jason's brain buzz.
That is the resonance imprinted in the deepest part of the soul!
The talent named [Predator] appeared on Jason's retina, beating violently and flickering like a bright star.
The images of Xinghui's next scenes began to appear, and they became one piece, like a galaxy rising into the sky!
That is-
Crowds of people, wearing animal skins, shouting, chasing the monsters whose size has been exaggerated to the limit!
Everyone is smaller than a monster's toe.
However, no one flinched.
They want to live!
To survive!
they want to...
eat!
Lie Yan (raging flames) appeared in the collision of stones, and the tall and strong leader held up the fire that illuminated the darkness. The collision of Lie Yan (raging flames) and monsters filled the battlefield with an unprecedented fragrance.
Ancient roars shouted from people's mouths.
eat!
eat, eat!
The howling sound changed from high pitched to low pitched.
From murmuring to whispering.
The whisper came from Jason's mouth.
"Eat! Eat! Eat!"
The burning hunger spread from the stomach.
Hungry!
so hungry!
I want to eat!
I want to eat!
Goo!
Goo!
Goo!
The cry of the stomach covered up the sound of the black shadow swallowing saliva, once, twice, three times, when the hunger screams were connected together, it was like thunder, and the black shadow was about to stop holding the knife and fork.
The rule that the position of both sides was determined by hunger, completely reversed the situation at this moment.
"No!"
Amid the desperate roar, the black shadow collapsed and was sucked into the black-brown notebook in an instant.
The next moment, the dark brown notebook floating above Jason's head paused.
Snapped!
It snapped shut.
Then, he just fell down and landed directly in Jason's arms.
A huge force brought Jason down.
He didn't stumble across the dinner plate, though.
But a chair!
He sat in that quaint high-backed chair.
In his field of vision, a round, equally quaint dining table, with dark tablecloths and silver tableware appeared one by one.
The previous scene was reversed at this moment!
Food becomes the eater.
The black notebook that fell into his arms floated in front of him again.
But this time, under the original text, lines of text gradually emerged.
[Isn’t the beauty of hunting prey the exchange at any time?]
[This is table manners!]
[Need to remember!]
[I also need a... teaching!]
…
The words paused here, and then more words began to emerge.
[Background: At night, the policemen died one after another, causing the whole neighborhood to fall into panic! The sheriff had to seek help from the 'Night Watchman', and as a 'Night Watchman', you happened to be in Lorde; without hesitation, you accepted this task, and now, you are walking on the cross street at night...]
[Main task: Spend seven days in Cross Street, 07]
[Obtain a temporary language, it will disappear automatically when you leave the instance]
[Temporary changes in clothing, appearance, and equipment will be automatically restored when leaving the instance]
[Check that the age of firearms and grenades does not match, the power will drop by 50%, the shooting interval of MF92 and UZ will be +0.5 seconds, and the reloading speed will be +2 seconds]
(Hint: this is your 'etiquette lesson'.)
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