Tianqi City, 21st Street.
Instead of the curtain of light that illuminates the earth like the sun, it emits soft light through the morning mist, turning into beams of substantial light golden light paths and splashing on the stone roads of Apocalypse City, lighting up the streets for pedestrians and vehicles. All were plated with a layer of light gold.
The streets are busy with cars and people.
How many thousand? Or tens of thousands? Huge numbers of people crowded together, forming a huge river of people that carried countless people forward, and those who moved forward with the crowd were not so much taking steps forward as they were moving forward. People are pushed forward involuntarily by the force of the crowd.
Most of these people have unkempt hair and empty eyes. Their coarse clothes are covered with large and small patches, and their bodies exude a strong or light odor.
The stench of sweat, alcohol, fish, and the stench of something rotten came together, enough to make everyone in the 'river' feel stomach acid and make them gag.
However, they have long been accustomed to this, or have to get used to it.
Morning prayer has ended. Regardless of whether they can bear the smell or not, they must rush to various atonement centers as quickly as possible to report, pay the atonement tax to the church, and then start the day's hard work.
Most of them do heavy work with heavy physical load, or mechanical repetitive work with low technical content.
Crop cultivation.
Livestock breeding.
Mineral mining.
and industrial production.
From the end of morning prayers in the morning to the beginning of night prayers in the evening, they will work endlessly at their respective posts all day long. This is the case today and every day, just to one day be able to wash away the sins on their bodies and be in Saint Ba On that day, he was selected and promoted to become a resident of the city.
This is the fate of being born in the neighborhood.
Only innocent people are allowed to enter the city, and those who are guilty can only stay in the neighborhoods.
Compared with urban areas where public security is good, clean and comfortable, the living environment in neighborhoods is not so friendly.
Robbery, theft, murder, abduction, fraud
Every moment, all kinds of crimes are being performed in any dark alley in the neighborhood.
After all, the laws of the city will not protect the residents in the neighborhood, and God's favor will not show up to those who have sinned. The unbelieving people will become more and more rampant, and the weak will only obey. All kinds of factors combine to turn this place into a weak one. Hell, paradise for the strong.
Whether the residents living here are backed by gangs or have excellent abilities, as long as they have enough strength, they can basically live a good life; plunder, squeeze, and eat the bones and marrow of those who are weaker than themselves, in order to strengthen themselves. nutrients, and use this method to consolidate your life
Then one day in the future they will be plundered by more powerful people.
The strong plunder the weak, and the weak plunder the weaker, forming the unique social ecology of Apocalypse City.
Twenty-one Street naturally maintains this kind of ecology. Of course, Twenty-one Street is only the official name. Local residents prefer to call it the "Gourmet Street".
As for the reason, you will see it soon.
A young man was rushing through the alley in a hurry. The sound of rapid footsteps echoed in the quiet alley. The young man looked frightened. While running, he would turn his head from time to time to check if anyone was catching up. He almost fell to the ground several times. .
The sound of chains ringing came from the dark alley behind the young man. Along with the sound of breaking through the air, a cold-light iron hook broke through the darkness, and drew a beautiful arc. The tip of the iron hook fell on On the shoulders of a running young man.
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The soft sound of the skin being torn apart was followed by the young man's heart-rending scream. The thrown iron hook easily pierced the skin and flesh, and firmly pulled his bones, and then the huge force from the hook pulled him ruthlessly. He fell to the ground, curled up like a shrimp and howled in pain and despair.
At this point, he could no longer escape.
As soon as the young man fell to the ground, an angry man's voice sounded from deep in the alley: Thomas! How many times have I told you, put away your damn iron hook, don't take it out, let alone use it casually!
Two men slowly walked out of the dark alley. One was a man with a big belly wearing a chef's hat and an apron. The other man was two meters tall. His upper body was bare and he was carrying an iron chain as thick as an ordinary person's calf. His body was bulging and knotted. With his muscular body and round waist, you can tell at first glance that he is a tough guy.
But the boss
Thomas, who was tall and strong, scratched his head honestly. He tugged on the chain and dragged the screaming young man back little by little. Along with the flashes of sparks, a dark red blood stain was left on the uneven stone floor. There was a roaring sound coming from under the iron mask that covered his face.
I almost ran away when I saw him. If we let him run into the street, wouldn't our work be in vain?
Damn it! Didn't you hear how I arranged it before? I said, drive him into the trap step by step, then surround him and capture him alive! The chef wearing a chef's hat yelled, pointing at the young man screaming on the ground, his expression angry and twisted. .
What now? Everything was ruined by you! The unpleasant odor and rust on your iron hook will destroy the taste of the ingredients, and the scratches on your body caused by rubbing on the ground must be cleaned away from the sand and soil! Oh my God, look what you've done!
Oh... Thomas shrank his muscular body, as if he was afraid of the chef, so what should he do now? How about we let him go?
Are you stupid? Now that the wind is so tight, where can we find high-quality ingredients if we let him go? ! The chef jumped up and slapped Thomas on the bald head, making the latter shrink his neck in fright. Then he glanced at the young man who was still rolling on the ground, and said to the helpers who had just followed: "You are still stunned." what? Hurry up, pack him up and take him back. It would be bad to attract those pestering guys if there is such a big commotion.
After hearing this, several helpers came to their senses. They swarmed up and pinned the screaming young man to the ground and tied his hands and feet. After carefully removing the iron hook, they ignored the other person's violent struggle and directly put it on a long piece of wood. The stick lifted the young man up like a big pig, and then the group hurriedly walked towards the depths of the dark alley.
A few minutes later, the dark alley returned to silence, leaving only a long pool of dark red blood and messy bloody footprints.
Not long after these people left, two monks on patrol came belatedly to the dark alley. One was upright and the other had a sharp mouth and a monkey cheek. They were all wearing slender and close-fitting dark monk uniforms without any embroidery or pattern decoration. There was a small and exquisite cross pendant hanging on it, and he walked slowly to the pool of blood as if traveling.
The sharp-mouthed monk at the moment stopped: there was a pool of blood, and it seemed that the scream just now came from here.
The bleeding was not lethal. Another monk knelt down and dipped his fingers into the still moist blood. The blood had not completely solidified, and there were still scratches from iron tools and some messy bloody footprints on the ground.
At this point, he looked around and then said: There are no traces of the injured person's escape. It seems that he was taken away. It is initially judged to be a kidnapping incident.
However, the revelation says that Flying Noodle believers will not hurt anyone, they will only operate in noodle shops, which is not consistent with the behavior of several other cultists. The principles of the circle are argumentative, the Holy Light Sect promotes heresy, and Earth Cats The teacher would not come to this alley to injure people and then kidnap them. Instead, it would be more like the aboriginal approach of this street.
The two monks looked at each other and smiled, and the outline of the incident gradually became clear.
In a few words, they reconstructed the crime that had just occurred based on the clues at the scene and determined the case.
It looked like it was just an ordinary murder. According to the characteristics of the Street of Gluttony, he was probably taken away and made into food. The sharp-tongued monk joked, "How about Jack, do you want to go to the Jinxiangyu Bun Shop after get off work?" Maybe you can order their signature meat buns?
Shit. Jack stood up and cursed: Can you really eat it? I almost threw up when I ate their meat buns a while ago.
Come on, the meat stinks. Who knows how long the stuffing is made from?
The sharp-mouthed monk immediately burst out laughing with gloating. After laughing for a while, he calmed down and said, "Then let's go eat Al Fang's chicken feet?"
Okay, the chicken feet are still fresh. Jack nodded with a sullen face. There was still some time before the shift was over, so he would go to a few noodle restaurants to see if there were any Flying Noodles believers.
The two of them talked and left the dark alley. They knew very well how the kidnapped young man would be treated later, but no one thought about rescuing him from the beginning to the end.
Taotie Street, the chef of Lecter Restaurant.
Large bloodstains that were already dark red and black could be seen everywhere in the dark room. Meat hooks hanging from the ceiling, knife sharpening sticks hanging in the air, knives of different sizes and uses, and a huge chopping table placed at the center of the room. In the center, Thomas, who was tall and strong, stood in front of the chopping board, raising the broad-backed bone-chopping knife in his hand high and chopping the thigh in front of him rhythmically.
Once, twice, three times
Every time the bone-chopping knife cuts, the entire chopping board will shake and let out an unbearable whine. The still-warm meat mixed with the chopped bones will fly everywhere, frightening the cockroaches hiding in the corner. Crawling around.
There was a foul smell in the house and flies were flying around.
It looks more like a slaughterhouse than a restaurant kitchen.
Thomas finally chopped the thigh into several sections. He quickly poured the meat into a large iron basin, casually wiped the blood on his apron and said to the chef next to him who was carving the meat with a knife: Boss When will our days end?
have no idea. The chef frowned and shaved the meat off the bones cleanly with a knife. He didn't know what was going on with the big men in the city in the past few days. Most of the suppliers were arrested by the knights a few days ago. They were executed on the spot, and the quality of the meat from the remaining suppliers could not be praised. Before the big shots above went crazy, we could only rely on ourselves to find a way to ensure the supply of meat.
Well, there is a lot more work. Obviously I just had to stay in front of the chopping board and happily chop meat. Thomas put down the big kitchen knife and scratched his bald head, right! How about we try to hunt church people next time? As long as we don't have them, we can happily chop meat again, right?
Do you think you are the reincarnation of the Holy Son? The chef glanced at Thomas like an idiot, but he thought that this guy had no brains for a day or two. He quickly adjusted his mentality and no longer competed with this guy with a brain full of muscles, let alone the knight. Can you beat the monk when he comes?
They chatted all the time, and the young man who had just been captured was hung naked on a big iron hook. After nearly two hours of painful struggle and hoarse howling, he finally calmed down and let himself go. Being hung in the air and dangling, it looked like a pig waiting to be slaughtered.
He was seriously injured and dying.
From fear to anger, and then from anger to despair, especially after witnessing the unlucky guy who came first being chopped into a pile of minced meat on the chopping board, he had given up the chance of survival and only asked the other party to give him a happy life. There was no need for him to be disemboweled like that dear friend from before, who screamed miserably for more than an hour before he became silent.
He seemed to see endless light coming towards him and wrapping him tenderly. In the light, an indescribable ball of light slowly appeared in front of his eyes.
It was a sphere that seemed to be composed of countless curved and disordered luminous thin wires. Those shimmering, sticky and slippery thin wires were intertwined with each other, twisting together in a way that completely violated common sense and physical principles; tiny ellipses Brown particles, indescribable skirt-like substances and milky white irregular fragments guard the periphery of the luminous sphere, making noisy and crazy noises around this indescribable existence all day long.
In the center of the light ball are two soft dark spherical objects. It has an uneven and rough surface, so deep that it seems that light can be sucked into the skin. But when the young man faced the two spherical objects, When he saw it, he suddenly understood.
It's biological flesh, undeveloped embryos, and plant debris mixed together.
The terrifying thing that arises is the 'eye' of this indescribable existence.
The disgusting stench hit his face, and he could feel that when he looked at this existence, the other person was also looking at him.
Distorted, chaotic, indescribable.
Blasphemous and crazy knowledge is pouring into his mind. His brain is trying to understand the crazy figure in front of him. His reason is rapidly disintegrating. A name, a title, the supreme existence has deeply imprinted his name. In his mind.
R"shihun
That is a name that cannot be accurately pronounced with human vocal cords and tongue. The human tongue cannot pronounce such chatty and blasphemous syllables. It can only read the vague spelling closest to the original sound, but it can still point to the great and incomparable syllable. The existence of names.
Consciousness is gradually sinking, and reason is quietly diverging.
The indescribable great being looked at him, twisted the glowing threads, and made a vile, blasphemous noise.
*#￥%
He should have been driven crazy by looking directly at the gods, but he was surprised to find that he still maintained a considerable degree of sanity.
There is no madness, and there is no death from looking directly at the gods as the scriptures say.
He even understood what the other person meant.
God gave him a name and a mission.
Bang bang bang!
However, at this moment, a violent banging on the door resounded in the dark room. The chef immediately stopped what he was doing and glanced at Thomas suspiciously, as if asking him who was outside, but the stupid man had a full face. He was at a loss, leaving only a wise look in his eyes.
But soon the sound from outside cleared the chef's doubts.
Inquisition! OPENTHEDOOR!
Inquisition? !
The chef's heart tightened, and he immediately winked at Thomas beside him. The latter quickly picked up the knife and iron hook and prepared himself.
However, before they could make any new move, the thin wooden door was violently kicked open, the door panel crashed to the ground, and the fully armed inquisitors with sharp blades rushed into the room. These battle-hardened warriors immediately locked onto The two most threatening targets in the room lived here - the chef holding a knife, and the eight-foot-tall bald Thomas with a round waist.
All kinds of extraordinary spiritual lights burst out in the dark room, drowning the two of them in the blink of an eye. Then, the warning sounds of the judges belatedly sounded in the room.
Don't move! Throw away your weapon, put your head in your hands and squat down!
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