Where there is a decision, there is action.

Jason raised his hand and tore the rag from Walker's mouth.

"I have information on other ingredients!"

As soon as he pulled off the rags in Walker's mouth, the 'food traitor' cultivated by the 'ghost squad' instantly opened his mouth and said.

Fast and accurate.

Because, it was all too familiar with Jason's eyes.

It's the same when it's hungry.

Not to mention the constant screaming of the stomach and the appearance of swallowing saliva.

It's all a reminder of it.

The other party is really going to eat it.

As a qualified 'food traitor', it immediately knew what to do.

After all, it's not the first time it's seen such a person.

The doctor before, polite, had watched from the sidelines.

There is also an arrogant madman, this person is not so friendly, and even disembowels some shells for some 'ingredients' that I don't know whether they are true or false.

But the one in front of him was different from the two it had seen before.

It's pretty 'simple'.

That's right, it's simple.

There are no complicated emotions.

It's just that I'm hungry.

I want to eat you.

But the more this happened, the more terrifying Walker became.

Because, such simplicity is difficult to shake.

It is not an entanglement of interests, and there is no trade-off, just like a scale, unwavering.

Unless......

You met his needs.

That's what Walker was going to do.

There's no way around it.

It doesn't want to be eaten.

It wants to live.

The world is really beautiful.

Fear of unclear numbers.

Delicious, wine-like twist.

Every time it smokes, it forgets everything.

So, it doesn't want to die yet.

To that end, it has done something detrimental to its 'dignity'.

More?

Naturally, I don't care.

Then, it saw Jason punch at the punch.

Suddenly, this 'food traitor' breathed a sigh of relief.

Jason held his breath.

The hunger was still lingering, but when Walker's words spoke, Jason's sanity instantly came online.

Is it a good food to eat, or a group of foods?

Do you still need to choose?

Of course, I ate them all.

However, there can be a sequence.

"Say."

Jason endured his hunger and said in a deep voice.

"I want you to be able to swear by your glory, or by the people and things you respect."

"Otherwise, even if you eat me, I won't tell you."

"I just want to live......"

Walker spoke righteously, then looked at Jason beggingly.

And Jason's aura suddenly became dangerous.

He stared at Walker.

He didn't like his plans to be disrupted.

I also don't like food being divided.

What's more, just after Walker said this, Jason's enduring hunger instantly expelled reason again, and he picked up the wine next to him as soon as he turned around.

And then—

Bang!

Jason raised his hand and punched it.

A precise blow to the stomach.

Jason, who has experience in handling Possac Elves, when the body began to vomit and the Possac Elves struggled out of the vomit, Jason scooped it up and began to rinse it directly with wine.

The Possack elf in front of him was completely stunned in the rinse of the wine.

I just make a request, and you really eat me?

Don't even want to ask more?

If you don't agree, we can discuss!

The Possack elf wailed in his heart.

Then, with the last of its strength, it controlled the shell.

"...... on Fishbone Street"

The body spoke, but disappeared before the words could be finished.

The Possack elf had been swallowed by Jason.

Just like the taste in memory.

Slippery and cool.

The sweetness is a bit stronger.

It's also more palatable.

In addition, not only the taste, but also the satiety has increased by 3 points more than before.

[Devour the 'Pusak Elf'! 】

[Maximum recovery of physical strength and energy!] 】

Satiety +15

[Satiety: 61]

……

The nutrients of the food in the stomach began to diffuse, and Jason's sanity was once again on the line.

What about my 'rape'?

Why did I eat it?

Do I have a ritual?

Sure enough, any sense of ritual is deceitful, and it is true that the stomach is full.

Did it just say Fishbone Street?

Jason recalled.

It didn't take much effort to recall, Jason instantly remembered everything that had just happened.

No way, it's so delicious.

Delicious and memorable.

In the same way, this kind of memory made Jason's stomach, which had just had a sense of fullness, become hungry again.

"Fishbone Street, Fishbone Street!"

Jason muttered under his breath.

He couldn't wait to get some extra food.

He didn't forget to search, though.

The entire room didn't need to be searched too carefully, and Jason saw a radio station covered by a black curtain.

For radio, Jason didn't know anything.

He just checked that there was no 'occult knowledge' on it, then turned around and walked outside.

He needs a professional.

It just so happens that Edward and Bancy Jr. are such people.

……

The backstreet side alley of Black Pepper Street.

As soon as Jason entered the alley, he saw a car parked on the side of the road.

Similarly, the four people in the car also saw Jason.

"Here, the mask."

Little Bancy rolled down the window and shouted.

Jason sped up, pulled the car door, and squeezed into the back seat, and Griffin, who was sitting on the other side, directly showed a curled up posture.

"It's really uncomfortable in the back like this."

"If I had money, I would run a car company."

"I want the car seat to be as comfortable as a sofa."

Griffin muttered.

"Or the car company?"

"If you own a car company, I'm going to study tires for you."

"Then, let all your cars use my tires, and I'll give you some brochures full of advertisements right next to each of your sofa chairs."

Little Bancy smiled disdainfully at Griffin.

However, as he spoke, little Bancy revealed a hint of yearning.

"You can register more food in the booklet."

The female pastry chef is complementary.

The three of them involuntarily began to digress.

Edward, on the other hand, looked at Jason and was immediately relieved to see Jason nodding his head to indicate that everything was going well.

"Let's go."

"Follow the route that 'The Mask' says."

Edward said.

Little Bancy immediately stopped talking and started the car as Edward had said.

When people came to Walker's house, they saw Walker unconscious at a glance.

"He's the 'middleman' of the 'Ghost Squad'?"

Edward, Bancy Jr., and Griffin looked at each other carefully.

The fingers are delicate, obviously not in contact with knives, guns, and there is no appearance of fighting, but there is some well-read temperament.

Could such a person be an intermediary for the 'Ghost Squad'?

The three were confused, but believed Jason.

Then, when Jason pulled back the black curtain to reveal the station, the suspicion immediately disappeared.

"Military radio!"

Little Bancy exclaimed.

And before the exclamation fell, the radio sounded—

Drip, drip.