"Crunch...... Crunch ......"

Su Qizhan walked down the street tremblingly.

There are shadows everywhere, and they are all ghosts and gods.

When waiting for the train, there are no heads, no hands, only two feet and a body, and from time to time they jump on and off the platform.

On the streets, peristaltic organs running on long legs can be seen everywhere.

The meat was mixed with metal garbage, and the deformed ghost like a street lamp stared at Su Qi's back with big single eyes with blinking eyelashes.

Tokyo, an already crowded city.

In Su Qi's field of vision.

It has become a paradise for ghosts and gods.

The number of ghosts and gods visible around is almost exceeding the number of humans.

Fear aura, mental pollution.

Su Qi walked among the terrifying ghosts and gods, and his mood can be summed up in just two words: fear.

……

Of course.

The great fear does not stem from these new ghosts and gods that have appeared in their field of vision.

More of them actually come from under the clouds.

……

"Crunch...... Crunch ......"

The strange sound of old gears grinding sounded again, this time extremely close.

Su Qi looked down at his phone with sweat on his forehead, his expression was hurried and extremely nervous.

But the shadows have fallen.

There are pieces of flesh with blood falling nearby.

Something is falling from the sky.

Madness, chaos, fear.

Su Qi's ears began to ring.

Like a shock from the top of the food chain.

……

"I see it...... I see it...... It sees me! It sees me! It...... Belch...... ...... vomit"

A shrill voice, hoarseness.

This voice came from the middle of the intersection in front of Su Qi, a fat ghost who was three meters tall and overeating.

It gobbled into its deformed mouth with another little ghost, and suddenly looked up at the sky and let out a frightened sound.

Then, as the shadows fall, it comes to an abrupt end.

Instead.

It's the sound of a balloon being popped, it's the disgusting sound of viscous liquid surging up, it's an indescribable whisper.

A huge hand covered with red flesh fibers slowly poked out of the clouds, grabbing it from the air and holding the fat ghost god who had no power to resist.

Snapping......

Pinch it half-thin.

"Crunch...... Crunch ......"

A giant eye opened on the giant arm.

Almost a few meters in front of Su Qi, the huge eyeballs were obviously glancing, the crowded traffic crowds on the street during the morning rush hour, office workers, but Su Qi, who was waiting for the green light in front of the zebra crossing at the intersection, felt like he was staring at himself.

But.

Su Qi was still no different from the pedestrians around him, with an indifferent expression and looking down at his phone.

"Crunch...... Crunch ......"

The giant hand pinched the half-rotten ghost god and returned to the clouds, and Su Qi wiped the wet sweat on the mobile phone screen on his clothes.

Passers-by really can't see it, he pretends not to see it.

The green light is on.

Su Qi walked onto the zebra crossing and hurried with the crowd.

His eyes were shining.

There is a clear glimpse of what indescribable horror lies beneath the clouds.

……

Above the clouds.

Cuts of meat, long tables, dinner plates.

Thirteen deformed spirits sat around and ate.

One master, twelve slaves.

A table of cups and plates is in disarray, with severed arms and stumps.

Pieces of meat, organs, eyeballs.

The ghosts and gods grabbed from the ground by the giant hand were thrown directly onto the dinner plate on the table.

Thirteen deformed ghosts and gods, acting in strange postures, splitting flesh and bones, snatching and eating.

The fat ghost was only for a while, and all that was eaten was minced meat.

Soon, another giant hand grabbed another meal.

The ghosts and gods caught by the giant hand did not stop.

Endless eating.

The thirteen deformed ghosts and gods seem to have a gluttonous desire that can never be satisfied.

The whole tablecloth was stained with dirt and hung with organs.

The appetite seems to condense into drops of terror.

From God's table, it is sprinkled on earth.

……

"Crunch...... Crunch ......"

It wasn't the sound of gears rattling, it was the sound of chewing tendons and chewing bones.

Countless giant hands grasp 'food' in the world.

This is God's table, God's canteen.

There's a never-ending eating here.

……

Su Qi's face turned pale and he withdrew his afterglow.

He could no longer pay attention to the 'dining hall of God'.

It's just that after looking at it for a while, he already has a very bad feeling.

It felt like the giant hand was about to be discovered.

Don't look up, don't look up......

What are the consequences of looking up at God's restaurant, I have already seen clear examples.

It's good to know if you've seen it.

Su Qi didn't want to be caught by that big 'crane machine' and try it for himself.

……

'Canteen'.

The words he saw in that notebook.

The mysterious one who sank into the Moho layer and lost control after three weeks, the 'canteen' mentioned in the note.

There is no surprise, it should be the indescribable terror under the clouds.

……

What's that?

Higher-level ghosts?

Su Qi himself was not sure.

Although in terms of behavior patterns, it conforms to the eating logic of ghosts and gods.

But......

The way they eat is too appalling.

It was the first time Su Qi had seen this kind of madness, chaos.

Greedy eating without end.

There is no humanity, no divinity.

There is only ...... Appetite?

The whole world is like their farm.

……

Su Qi bowed his head and was silent.

The greatest fear in this world comes from a concept, the food chain.

The reason why human beings are no longer in awe today is because they have mastered knowledge and climbed to the top of the food chain.

Once dropped from the food chain.

This great fear, which comes from the primordial instincts of living beings, could bring the whole world to ruin.

It can feed on humans, and the existence that humans cannot fight against, once revealed, is recognized and feared by the whole world.

This fear is tantamount to sinking the world into the deep sea.

All mankind became the nourishment of the ghosts and gods.

……

He remembered the 'fairy tale' that Director Alice had told him, about the old days......

Don't think about it, don't think about it.

Su Qi shook his head and cleared the distracting thoughts out of his mind.

After sinking into the Moho layer, he received a large amount of information in a short period of time.

Now once you start thinking.

He had a vague feeling that he was going to lose control.

The most important thing for him to do now is to empty his brain.

But before that, he wanted to write something down first, so that he wouldn't lose some key clues in the confusion later.

Ordinary paper will not work.

Neither does mobile memos.

These mediums cannot carry the mystery.

Su Qi thought about his capital, and there was still a place to use it.

Ideal country.

After getting on the train.

Su Qi closed his eyes and sank into the ideal country,

Outside the Hall of Mysteries.

In addition, a metal monument was erected.

The monument is recorded in the form of abstract drawings......

A horizontal line is clouds.

Beneath the horizontal line clouds.

A long table, a giant hand, and thirteen deformed ghosts.

God's canteen.

Above the horizontal clouds.

Su Qi painted a separate black cabinet hidden in the clouds, blurred.

The cafeteria is under the clouds.

The black cabinet is above the clouds.

This is another strange and indescribable thing that Su Qi saw after sinking into the Moho layer.

Confessional.

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