It's been three days since he came to the world of the Lords of the People, and Gu Xiao has seen a lot of all kinds of weird and disgusting things.

The wriggling river, the yellow vesicles, the strange true god sitting in the clouds, and the living alchemy with iron pulp in the abdomen, but all of these things were not as shocking to Gu Xiao as they saw at the moment.

His voice trembled slightly, "The living man takes the brain, the silver-gray hair, the elegant table manners, the persistent cooking, you are the cannibal, the cannibal Hannibal!" ”

The gray-haired chef Hannibal smiled slightly when he heard this, and bowed slightly to Gu Xiao.

"I'm glad you've heard my name, my lord, but I don't like the nickname cannibal very much, I prefer the word 'fresh eater'."

"As we all know, I like to cook fresh ingredients, and the freshness of the ingredients always gives a new taste experience to a cuisine."

Gu Xiao's pupils trembled, the reason why Hannibal could bring him such a big shock was because Gu Xiao had known Hannibal for a long time.

However, this understanding does not refer to interpersonal communication, but to understanding from the screen.

That's right, the so-called cannibal Hannibal is a character in a foreign drama of Blue Star, and he is also Gu Xiao's nightmare before he was seven years old.

Since watching the first three episodes of "Hannibal" by accident, the character Hannibal has become a frequent character in Gu Xiao's nightmares.

It wasn't until he was seven years old that the nightmare was replaced by the tragedy of his family being killed.

He never imagined that he would actually get to know and come into contact with Hannibal.

He thought that Hannibal was just a film and television character, and that he would never have the opportunity to contact Hannibal.

And now, a film and television character has become a reality, what does that mean?

The invasion of fantasy into reality?

Or is it? The so-called literary and artistic works are nothing more than the projections of other dimensions on the blue star dimension? The characters in those well-known literary and artistic works are actually living in other dimensions that are unknown?

Seeing Gu Xiao stunned, Hannibal waited there very understandingly, until Gu Xiao came back to his senses and found that he didn't have the slightest intention of tasting the brain flower.

"Is it because the brain flower is not to taste?"

"Why don't you move your fork?"

Gu Xiao, whose spirit is suspended in the 'deep sea', is indifferent, slow to respond to external stimuli, and will not be sick to his stomach because of that brain flower.

But he also didn't have any appetite for the food that came from the living, just a faint disgust.

Seeing that the lord was not very interested in the meal he had prepared, Hannibal grinned slightly at the corners of his mouth, indicating a smile.

"Since the appetizers are not to the lord's liking, let's go straight to the main meal."

Hannibal snapped his fingers with his right hand, and a lamp lit up, illuminating a mirror.

He turned to Mr. Smith.

At this time, Mr. Smith was still enjoying the brain flower with relish, as if the brain flower was a peerless delicacy, he couldn't stop for a minute, he just wanted to taste the brain flower all the time.

This is not normal, although Gu Xiao did not move the fork, it is still clear.

Hannibal's food is delicious, but not so delicious that you can't put down your fork.

Hannibal spoke to Smith.

"How? Mr. Smith, how are you eating? ”

Smith looked up and looked at Hannibal with frenzy in his eyes.

This kind of fanaticism is very familiar to Gu Xiao, and it is the kind of fanaticism that the Innsmouth hybrid looks at him.

"It's delicious, it's not something that mortals can taste, I've eaten the brain flower you made. I'm afraid that no food will make me hungry in the future. ”

Hannibal nodded in satisfaction when he heard this.

"It's delicious, it's delicious. So, Mr. Smith, you've enjoyed your food, should you pay for your food? ”

Smith was slightly puzzled.

"Remuneration? What remuneration? Didn't you say invite me to dinner? Why should I be paid? ”

Hannibal pointed with one hand,

"Look in the mirror"

He was referring to a mirror illuminated by bright lights.

Smith didn't understand Hannibal's intentions and subconsciously looked in the mirror.

"Well, I've been eating a little too much lately, and I'm getting a little blessed. But my face is as handsome as ever. ”

Smith's gaze went from bottom to top, lingering over his belly, and finally stopping at his face.

Mouth, nose, eyes, braincase...... Skull?!

Where did my skull go?!

Where's my brain?!

Brain flowers?

Brain Flower !!

What kind of animal brain flower did I just eat?

Whose brain flower did I just eat?

Whose belly did my brain go into???

Smith trembled violently, almost like a sift of chaff. Trembling all over his body.

His eyes began to lose focus, and the corners of his mouth grinned upwards in a wildly weird grin.

"Brain Flower! My brain flowers! My brain flower is so delicious! ”

His body began to twist, his skin rising and falling as if an earthworm were moving under it.

Gu Xiao's eyes narrowed slightly, this familiar feeling, is it pollution?

But it's not like yourself, what you control is the pollution of divinity, the pollution from the source.

Hannibal's pollution, on the other hand, is not divine and requires more complex ritual aids to succeed.

This 'good meal', the exquisite plating, arrangement, order, and perfect table manners are all part of this ceremony.

Coupled with the depraving ingredients contained in that brainflower, it eventually led to Smith's pollution getting out of control.

The changes in Smith haven't stopped.

His body stopped shaking, and the worms wriggling under his skin all gathered on his head, which began to grow rapidly and became bloated and terrifying.

As the head overgrows, Smith's body begins to shrink, as if it has been drained of water for a short time, and his body is soon thin into a layer of skin and bone.

The growth of the head also quickly reached a limit, and a dull roar came out of the brain, which immediately swelled up like a balloon.

Boom –

Smith's head, the huge head on the skeleton of bones, burst like a punctured balloon.

Red paint splattered everywhere and everywhere in the restaurant.

Even Hannibal and Gu Xiao are no exception.

The crisp black suit and white chef's uniform were all dyed red at this moment.

Seeing this, Hannibal grinned.

The teeth in the mouth are the only white in the blood-red sky.

This bit of white, against the background of blood red, is so eye-catching.

"I'm sorry, my lord, I didn't master the cooking well, and I failed."

"Sure enough, not everyone can make runaway structures casually like you, Lord Lord."

"I had prepared the ingredients for cooking in advance, but in the end, I failed."

"Makes you smile."

That's right! For Hannibal, Smith's death was nothing more than a failed cooking.