Apocalypse City, Twenty-first Street.

The curtain of light, which illuminates the earth like the sun, emits a soft light through the morning mist, turning into bundles of pale golden light that are like substance, splashing on the stone brick roads of Apocalypse City, plading the pedestrians and vehicles on the street with a layer of pale gold.

The streets are full of traffic and crowds.

How many thousands? Or tens of thousands? A vast number of people were huddled together and gathered into a huge river of people who rolled forward with countless people, and those who followed the crowd were not so much moving forward as they were pushed forward by the force of the crowd.

Most of these people are unkempt, their eyes are empty, their coarse cloth clothes are covered with large and small patches, and their bodies also exude a strong or faint smell.

The smell of sweat, the smell of alcohol, the smell of fish, and the stench of rotting something that I don't know what it was all gathered together is enough to make everyone in the 'river' feel sick and sick.

However, they have long been accustomed to this, or they have to get used to it.

The morning prayer is over, and whether they can stand the smell or not, they must rush to the various places of atonement as fast as they can, pay the atonement tax to the church, and then begin the day's hard work.

Most of them do heavy work with a large physical load, or mechanical repetitive work that is not very technical.

Crop planting.

Animal husbandry.

Mineral extraction.

and industrial production.

They will work endlessly at their posts all day, from the end of the morning prayer to the beginning of the evening prayer, and this is the case today, every day, in order that one day they may be cleansed from their sins and be elected to become the inhabitants of the city on the day of Holy Bath.

This is the fate of being born in the neighborhood.

And only the innocent are allowed to enter the city, and those who are guilty can only stay in the neighborhood.

Compared with the well-ordered, clean and comfortable urban areas, the living environment of the neighborhood is not so friendly.

Robbery, theft, murder, abduction, fraud

All the time, in any dark alley of the block, all kinds of sin are being staged.

After all, the laws of the city do not protect the people living in the neighborhood, the grace of God does not appear to the guilty, the unfaithful become more rampant, the weak are submissive, and all these factors combine to turn this place into a hell for the weak and a paradise for the strong.

The residents living here, whether they are backed by gang forces or have excellent skills, can basically live a good life as long as they have enough strength; Plundering, squeezing, knocking out the bones and sucking the marrow of those who are weaker than oneself and eating them dry, turning them into nutrients to strengthen oneself, and in this way consolidating one's own life

And then someday in the future it will be plundered by something more powerful.

The strong plundering the weak, and the weak plundering the weaker, constitute the unique social ecology of Apocalypse City.

Naturally, 21st Street maintains this ecology, of course, 21st Street is only the official name, and local residents prefer to call it &ash;&ash; Gluttonous Street.

As for why, you'll see right away.

A young man was scurrying through the alley, the sound of hurried footsteps echoing in the silent alley, the young man's expression was terrified, and he would turn his head from time to time to make sure that no one had caught up, and he almost fell to the ground several times.

The sound of chains clanging came from the dark alley behind the young man, and with the sound of breaking the sky, a cold and shining iron hook broke through the darkness, drawing a graceful arc, and the tip of the iron hook landed on the shoulder of the young man who was running.

Laugh at!

The soft cracking of the flesh was followed by the heart-rending screams of the young man, and the thrown iron hook easily pierced the flesh and grabbed him firmly at his bones, and then the tremendous force from the hook ruthlessly tore him to the ground, curled up on the ground like a shrimp and let out a cry of pain and despair.

At this point, he couldn't run away anymore.

As soon as the young man fell to the ground, an angry man's voice rang out in the depths of the alley: Thomas! I've said it so many times, put away your damn hook for me, don't take it out, and don't use it casually!

Two men walked out slowly in the dark alley, one was wearing a chef's high hat and an apron, a man with a big belly, and the other man was two meters eight tall, carrying an iron chain with the thickness of ordinary people's calves on his bare body, and the bulging muscles on his body and his big waist and round body shape, which made people know at a glance that he was a macho man.

But the boss

The stout and tall Thomas scratched his head innocently, and he dragged the screaming young man back little by little with the chains, leaving a dark red blood mark on the uneven stone brick floor with a series of sparks, and the sound of urns and urns came from under the iron mask that covered his face.

I saw that he was about to run away, and if we let him run into the street, wouldn't we work in vain?

Damn it! Didn't you hear how I arranged it before! I said, drive him into the trap step by step, and then close him up and capture him alive! The chef in the chef's hat yelled and pointed at the screaming young man on the ground, his expression distorted with anger.

What now? You've ruined them all! The foul smell and rust on your hook will ruin the taste of the ingredients, as well as the scrapes on the ground, so wash away the sand from the wounds! Oh my God, look what you've done!

Oh&ash;&ash; Thomas shrunk his muscular muscular, muscular body as if he was afraid of the chef, so what should he do now? Why don't we let him go?

You're not stupid! Now that the wind is so tight, let him go, where are we going to find high-quality ingredients?! Chef jumped up and slapped Thomas on the bald head, causing the latter to shrink his neck, before he glanced at the young man who was still rolling on the ground, and said to the helpers who had just followed: "What are you still doing in a daze?" Hurry up, hurry up and pack him up and take him back, it's not good to attract those pestering guys if it's so noisy.

When several helpers heard this, they came back to their senses, and as soon as they swarmed up, they pressed the screaming young man to the ground and tied their hands and feet, carefully removed the iron hook, and regardless of the fierce struggle of the other party, they directly put on a long wooden stick and carried the young man up like carrying a big pig, and then the group hurriedly walked towards the depths of the dark alley.

After a few minutes, the alley fell silent again, leaving only a long pool of dark red blood and messy bloody footprints.

Not long after the men left, two monks on patrol arrived in the dark alley, one upright, a sharp-beaked monkey cheek, both dressed in slender and close-fitting dark monks' robes, without any embroidery or pattern, and a small and delicate cross pendant hanging from their chests, as if they were sightseeing, and paced to the pool of blood without hurry.

The sharp-mouthed monk stopped: there was a pool of blood, and it seemed that the screams had come from here.

The bleeding was not lethal. Another monk crouched down and dipped his fingers in the still wet blood, which had not fully coagulated, and there were still scratches from iron scrapes and some messy bloody footprints on the ground.

Speaking of this, he looked around, and then said: There are no traces left by the escape of the injured around, it seems that they should have been taken away, and the preliminary judgment is that it is a kidnapping incident

However, the revelation said that the Flying Mask believers would not hurt people, they would only operate in the noodle shop, which did not match the style of several other cultists, the reason of the circle was argumentative, the Holy Light Sect preached heresy, and the Earth Cat Cult would not run into this alley to injure people and take them away, but more like the practice of the aborigines of this street.

The two monks looked at each other and smiled, and the outline of the incident was becoming clearer.

In a few words, they restored the crime that had just happened according to the clues at the scene, and determined the nature of the case.

It seems to be just an ordinary murder incident, but according to the characteristics of Gluttonous Street, I'm afraid it was taken away to make ingredients. The sharp-mouthed monk quipped, "How about Jack, do you want to go to the gold-inlaid jade bun shop after work?" Maybe you can order their signature big meat buns?

Shit. Jack stood up and scolded in a low voice: You can really eat? I ate their meat buns a while ago and almost didn't give me a whole vomit

Come on, the meat is stinky, and who knows how long the stuffing was made with meat that has been in it!

When the sharp-mouthed monk heard this, he immediately gloated and laughed, and after laughing for a while, he stabilized his breath and said, "Then let's go eat Ah Fang's 'chicken feet'?"

Okay, the chicken feet are still fresh, Jack nodded with a gloomy face, there is still some time before the shift, and then go to a few noodle restaurants to find out if there are any flying noodle believers.

The two talked and left the alley, they knew very well what would happen to the captive young man, but no one thought of rescuing him all the time.

Gluttonous Street, the kitchen of Lecter's Restaurant.

The dark room was littered with large stains of blood that had long been dark red and black, hanging meat hooks hanging from the ceiling, sharpening sticks hanging in the air, knives of different sizes and purposes, a huge cutting table was placed in the center of the room, and the tall and sturdy Thomas stood in front of the board, raising the broad-backed bone cleaver in his hand high, and chopping one of the thighs in front of him rhythmically.

One, two, three

Every time the bone chopper was cut, the entire table would vibrate, emitting an overwhelmed wail, and the still warm flesh foam mixed with the severed bones flew sideways, frightening the cockroaches hiding in the corner to crawl around.

The house was filled with a foul smell and flies and insects.

It's more like a slaughterhouse than a restaurant kitchen.

Thomas finally chopped his thighs into several knots, he quickly poured the pieces of meat into the large iron basin, wiped the blood on his hands on his apron, and said to the chef next to him who was using a knife to remove the meat: "Boss, when is the end of the day?"

I don't know. The chef frowned, and the knife shaved the flesh on the bones cleanly, and in the last few days, I don't know what happened to the big men in the city, most of the suppliers were caught by the knights a few days ago and executed on the spot, and the meat quality of the remaining suppliers did not dare to compliment; Before the big guys above go crazy, we can only rely on ourselves to find a way to ensure the supply of meat.

Uh-huh, there's a lot more work, and Thomas, who used to just stay in front of the board and chop meat happily, put down the big kitchen knife and scratched his bald head, yes! Why don't we try to hunt the people of the church next time! As long as we don't have them, we can chop meat happily again, right?

Do you think you are the reincarnation of the Son? The chef glanced at Thomas like a fool, but thinking that this guy's brain was missing a string for a day or two, he soon adjusted his mentality and stopped worrying about this guy with a muscular brain, not to mention the knight, even if the monk came, can you fight?

They chatted one after another, and the young man he had just captured was hung naked on a large iron hook, and after nearly two hours of painful struggle and hoarse howls, he finally quieted down and let himself hang in the air and dangle like a pig to be slaughtered.

He was mortally wounded and dying.

From horror to anger, and then from anger to despair, especially after witnessing a first unlucky guy being chopped into a pile of minced meat on the board, he has given up the luck of surviving, and only begged the other party to give him a good time, not to be disemboweled, like the previous brother, and howl for more than an hour before he was silent.

He seemed to see an endless stream of light coming at him, and wrapped him gently, and in the light, an indescribable ball of light slowly appeared in front of him.

It was a sphere that appeared to be made up of countless bent, misaligned glowing threads, shimmering, sticky, slippery threads twisted together in a way that defied common sense and physical norms; Tiny oval-shaped brown particles, indescribable skirt-like substance, and irregular milky white fragments arched around the luminous sphere, making noisy and frantic noises around this indescribable being all day long.

In the center of the ball of light were two soft, dark balls, with a rough and uneven surface, so deep that it seemed to suck the light into the skin, but when the young man met the 'eyes' of the two balls, he suddenly understood.

It was biological flesh, undeveloped embryos, mixed with plant scraps

The terrible thing that arises is this unspeakable 'eye'.

A disgusting stench came to his face, and he could feel that while he was looking at this being, the other person was watching him.

Distorted, chaotic, indescribable.

Blasphemous and crazy knowledge was pouring into his mind, his brain trying to make sense of the maddening figure in front of him, his reason disintegrating rapidly, a name, a title, the Supreme Being imprinted his name in his mind.

R“shihun

It was a name that could not be pronounced accurately by the human vocal cords and tongue, and the human tongue could not produce such rappy and profane syllables, and could only pronounce the vague spelling closest to the original sound, but it could still point to the great, indescribable being.

Consciousness is gradually sinking, and reason is quietly diverging.

The indescribable being stared at him, twisting the glowing threads and making a sinister, blasphemous noise.

*#￥%

He should have been crazy because he looked directly at the gods, but he was surprised to find that he still maintained a considerable degree of sanity.

There was no madness, and there was no death from looking directly at the gods, as the holy scriptures say.

I even understood what the other party meant.

The gods gave him a name and a mission.

Bang bang bang!

However, at this moment, a violent slamming sound reverberated in the dark room, and the chef suddenly stopped what he was doing, and looked at Thomas suspiciously, as if to ask him who was outside, and the stupid big man was at a loss, leaving only a wise look for the other party.

But soon the sound outside relieved the confusion in the chef's heart.

Inquisition! OPENTHEDOOR！

Inquisition?!

The chef's heart tightened, and he immediately glanced at Thomas, who hurriedly picked up the knife and the iron hook and waited for him.

However, before they could make a new move, the thin wooden door was violently kicked open, the door collapsed, and the heavily armed and sword-wielding Inquisitor rushed into the room, and the battle-hardened warriors immediately locked on to the room's two most threatening targets, Chef with a knife, and Thomas, a bald man with a round waist who was eight feet tall.

All sorts of transcendent auras erupted in the darkened room, drowning them in the blink of an eye, before the warnings of the Inquisitors echoed through the room.

Don't move! Drop your weapon and crouch down with your head in your hands!

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