The notebook in my hand can't be opened!

Obviously, from the outside, the notebook in his hand has a clear number of pages, and he only needs to raise his hand to flip through it.

But Jason, with the notebook in his hand, felt like he was holding a piece of wood carved out of a piece of wood, and the pages were like a skillful craftsman's skill, and when you actually opened it, you were immediately met with merciless ridicule.

Jason is not one to give up easily.

Call!

After taking another deep breath, Jason pressed his hands again, this time not casually, but with real effort.

Suddenly, the muscles on Jason's arms protruded into sharp lines.

However, this notebook did not move at all.

After a few seconds, Jason, who continued to exert force, began to tremble with his muscles driving his arms.

What's more, the faint pain in his chest told him that he had better stop if he didn't want the injury to get worse.

Thinking of the bad situation he was in, Jason immediately stopped, and he looked at the notebook in his hand with a shocked gaze.

"Got a trap?"

"Still ......"

"Mystery side?!"

Jason guessed.

Thinking of the latter, Jason's cheeks, hidden behind the hockey mask, twitched.

The long-term unsuccessful search for the 'mysterious side' made him think that the 'mysterious side' was just a rumor, or some people's imagination, but at this moment, the successive encounters of the 'mysterious side' events made Jason understand that he had not encountered the 'mysterious side' events before, just because the 16th district where he had been was 'safe'.

Or to be more precise, he is not level high enough to participate in the 'mystery side' event at all.

And now?

Even if he doesn't want to encounter the 'mystery side' events, the 'mystery side' events will follow.

Because, he is already in the game.

Unable to help it, Jason sighed and gently placed the notebook in his hand on the wooden box.

As for the 'mysterious side', he didn't know anything other than what he had just experienced.

But there's nothing wrong with being careful.

Therefore, he avoided gauze stained with his own blood.

You know, in his hometown, in the mythical side legends, there are examples of being able to control the life and death of others by obtaining a little blood, and even some don't even need blood, as long as they know the name.

This made Jason, who had already encountered the 'mystery 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, he 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 too normal.

Accustomed to it.

The city that never sleeps has made him accustomed to facing danger at all times.

He had seen a man sieveed around a street corner, and he had seen a man who had just bought bread from a shop and ate it as he walked, suddenly foaming at the mouth and falling to the ground with convulsions.

These are the normal routines of the city that never sleeps.

What about the 'mysterious side' daily life that is more eerie than normal daily life?

Call!

Jason took a deep breath and suppressed the fear in his heart, his gaze looking at the monitor, where three figures appeared.

They were armed with guns and alternated cover for 19.

In the 26th arrondissement, there is never a shortage of two kinds of people.

Timid as a mouse.

Daredevil.

The latter is much more than the former.

Under one premise, the former will completely become the latter.

That's ......

Go on the scamp!

What could be better than 19 Terre Street at the moment?

Gunshots, fire, corpses.

All of them make the aborigines here swarm like vultures that hunt for food.

Jason is sure that this will only be the first batch, and there are many 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 are the chess pieces that the other party 'pushes'.

"One submachine gun, two pistols."

"There is a close cooperation between the marches, and there is a high probability that there will be grenades on your body!"

"There is no chance of winning a head-on conflict."

"Traps have to be set!"

"But even if there are traps, with the other party's well-trained, it will only have the greatest effect the first time......"

Jason's brow furrowed behind the hockey hockey mask, and his palm involuntarily clenched the handle of the UZ submachine gun.

The cold handle of the gun gave him the only glimmer of security, but the pain from the wound in his chest made Jason understand that the situation in front of him was far worse than he imagined, and the slightest mistake would be death.

Under the threat of death, Jason's eyes were glued to the monitor, pondering how to respond to the enemy.

He didn't see that the notebook on the wooden box was moving silently.

Slowly moved to the blood-stained gauze.

The blood was quickly absorbed by the notebook.

At this moment, Jason turned his head sharply as if he felt something.

When he saw the notebook covered in gauze, he immediately got up and rushed towards the notebook, he was about to take the notebook away, but when his fingers touched the notebook, his eyes suddenly went black.

As if he had been hit the back of the head, Jason staggered two steps, gritted his teeth and tried to force himself to keep himself from falling to the ground, but the vertigo was unstoppable, and it instantly overwhelmed Jason.

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 object under his feet was......

Plate!

A silver plate!

And, on either side of the plate, there are knives and forks of the same silver.

I was put on a plate?

Lunch on the plate?!

The sudden scene made Jason frightened and inexplicable, he subconsciously wanted to leave the plate, but an invisible force restrained him, and then, the black-brown notebook floated in front of him out of thin air.

The notebook that I couldn't open just now has been opened at some point.

I just flipped open the cover and revealed the title page.

It's full of words –

Do you see me laughing?

Actually, I just opened my mouth wide because I was hungry.

Remember: table manners.

……

It wasn't any of Jason's familiar words, but he could understand the meaning.

Then, the open notebook flew over Jason's head, out of Jason's reach.

After losing the cover of his notebook, a high-backed chair appears in Jason's field of vision.

There is no superfluous carving, but when you put it there, there is a sense of quaintness.

At the same time, a figure composed entirely of darkness began to appear on the tall quilt chair.

The sound of swallowing saliva echoed in Jason's ears.

The shadow stretched out its hands and took it toward the knife and fork.

"I'm really being used as food!"

The facts in front of him made Jason struggle violently, although he still couldn't move, his consciousness was not restrained, his soul was screaming.

I don't want to die!

Stay alive!

I want to live!

I don't want to be used as food!

Continuous, high-pitched voices echoed in that special soul.

Airplanes!

Buzzing!

Again and again, over and over again, it made Jason's brain buzz.

That's the resonance that is imprinted in the deepest part of the soul!

The talent named [Predator] appeared on Jason's retina, beating violently and twinkling like a bright star.

The images of the next scenes of starlight began to appear, and they joined together like a milky way rising into the sky!

That's—

Hordes of people, dressed in animal skins, shouting, chasing monsters that are exaggerated to the limit in size between heaven and earth!

Each one is smaller than a monster's toe.

But, no one flinched.

They want to live!

To live!

They're going to ......

Eat!

Flames appeared in the clash of stones, and the tall leader raised the fire that illuminated the darkness, and the collision of flames and monsters filled the battlefield with an unprecedented fragrance.

Ancient roars were shouted from people's mouths.

Eat!

Eat, eat!

The roar went from high-pitched to low.

From muffled to murmuring.

The murmur came from Jason's mouth.

"Eat! Eat! Eat! ”

A burning hunger begins in the stomach.

Hungry!

I'm so hungry!

I want to eat!

I want to eat!

Mutter!

Mutter!

Mutter!

The scream of the stomach drowned out the sound of the black shadow swallowing saliva, one, two, three, and when the hungry screams were connected, it was like thunder, and the black shadow was about to hold the knife and fork palm and stopped abruptly.

The rule that hunger determines the position of both sides has completely reversed the form at this moment.

"No!"

In a desperate roar, the black shadow directly disintegrated, and in an instant, it was sucked into the black-brown notebook.

The next moment, the black-brown notebook floating above Jason's head was stunned.

Syllable!

It slammed shut.

Then, he just fell down and fell straight into Jason's arms.

The tremendous force brought Jason down.

He didn't stumble on a plate, though.

It's a chair!

He sat in that quaint high-backed chair.

In his field of vision, a round, equally quaint dining table, dark tablecloths, silver cutlery appeared one by one.

The previous scene is reversed at this moment!

Food becomes the eater.

The black notebook that had fallen into his arms floated in front of him again.

And this time, under the original text, lines of text gradually emerged.

[Isn't the beauty of predation the ability to swap things at any time?] 】

[This is table etiquette!] 】

[Need to remember!] 】

[It also takes one ...... Teach! 】

……

Words pause here, and then, more words begin to emerge.

[Background: At night, the patrol officers died one after another, plunging the entire neighborhood into a panic!] The sheriff had to seek the help of the 'Night Watch', and as the 'Night Watchman', you happened to be in Lord, and without hesitation, you took the task, and now, you are walking down the cross street of the night......]

[Main Quest: Spend 7 days in Cross Street, 0/7]

[Obtain a temporary language, and when you leave the dungeon, it will automatically disappear]

[Temporary changes in clothing, appearance, and equipment will automatically restore when you leave the dungeon]

[Detect the age of firearms and grenades, the power is reduced by 50%, the MF92 and UZ fire interval is +0.5 seconds, and the loading speed is +2 seconds]

(Hint: This is your 'liturgical lesson.') ）

……