The door of the red house was closed, and the stench was getting stronger, and Martin frowned and came to the single bed.

The single bed was very old, with white sheets extending down the edge of the bed and covering the space under the bed, which is why Martin chose to hide the recipe and apron in it, so that it was impossible to see what was inside.

He crouched down, trying to lift the sheets, as he turned sideways to look at the bottom of the bed.

As he bent over, a scene suddenly appeared in his mind.

It flashed like a flash of film, and the image changed countless times in a flash, giving Martin direct insight into what was inside.

That's his point of view, the image shifts to the bottom of the bed, and then it changes.

A short, thick snout bit his neck from the darkness under the bed, and a mouth full of sharp teeth glittered like razors, and in the blink of an eye it was in front of him.

Martin's eyes widened at the sight, and he turned to his feet, quickly backing away.

He touched his neck in horror and found it intact, relieved and a little strange at the same time.

He had seen this image in the process of squatting, before he had lifted the sheets, but the scene in the picture was after he had completed the action.

"Is that really what 'peeking into a brief [tomorrow]' really means?" he pondered.

He had previously guessed that [Time Slicing] was related to the future, and what had just happened made him further confirm this guess.

Before he could think about it, the sheets under the single bed suddenly moved.

A mastiff with black fur and large, sharp claws emerged from it, and it looked a bit like a wolf, but its drooping ears and stubby snout suggested it was a vicious dog and not its damned relative.

Unlike ordinary dogs, it is the size of an adult, its eyes are red, its front paws are outstretched, its black hair stands on end, its lips are rolled up to reveal its thin teeth, and it growls menacingly.

As the mastiff came out completely under the bed, the stench in the room was almost too strong for Martin to bear.

Martin was a little stunned, because this was his "kind", and he was a little nervous in the face of this beastly dog.

He stared at the mastiff as his body slowly moved towards the gate. Although he didn't know why the mastiff was hiding under his bed, he tried to avoid direct conflict as much as possible to be on the safe side, and wanted to go out first.

The mastiff seemed to see through his thoughts, and leaped to the gate closer to it, blocking Martin's way.

Martin was a little surprised, and he was keenly aware that something was wrong with the dog.

The mastiff blocked the only entrance to the house and lunged at Martin with a roar.

Its snout slammed into Martin's neck, exactly as Martin had seen before, and Martin turned left to dodge in the direction of the wooden table, where there was a short knife, not sharp but strong enough to defend himself.

Just as he had dodged the mastiff's short snout, a series of images erupted in his mind again, and the mastiff's right front paw was quickly pulled out as he turned, like a knife about to pierce his chest.

All the scenes changed in an instant, and Martin, ignoring the tingling and exhaustion in his brain, twisted his body with the inertia of the left turn, raised his left leg, and kicked it out with great force.

His left leg collided with the mastiff's front paw that was about to be stabbed, and there was a dull sound, and the mastiff's hand knife was originally a sneak attack-style front stab, and it was directly crooked in the face of Martin's fierce kick.

The mastiff probably didn't expect Martin to anticipate its surprise attack, and for a moment he looked like a human with a surprised expression.

It landed on the ground, its left paw unnaturally hooked, and it seemed to be injured. Its blood-red eyes narrowed, and its lips curled up in an unwilling growl.

After this time, Martin fully understood the effect of [Time Slicing], which was able to predict his opponent's next move, allowing him to instantly "put himself in the future", gain insight into what was about to happen, and respond in advance.

"This dog's body... It's kind of weird..."

He slowly retreated to the edge of the wooden table, and in the contact he had just made, he noticed that the mastiff's body structure did not seem to be quite right, but he could not tell.

The mastiff couldn't make a single blow, and stared at Martin with a limp, as if looking for a flaw in him.

Its snout was wide open, its large, sharp canine teeth were exposed, and the black fur on its back stood up like a jackal.

The next moment, it pounced.

Martin's mind exploded again as it pounced, and he saw the mastiff rush forward and kick on its hind legs, jumping nimbly onto the right wall, and bouncing again, to his right rear.

A strange scene happened, when Martin tried to avoid to the left, the mastiff spread its limbs and wrapped its hands and thighs from behind, and then opened its mouth to bite down on the neck, like an experienced male lion, but the action was more like a human who had learned to grapple.

Martin didn't have time to sigh, he chose to bully him in an instant, and stretched out his left hand to twist the mastiff's neck as it jumped back against the wall.

The mastiff couldn't dodge because of its body in the air, and it didn't expect Martin to be able to see through its intentions.

Martin grabbed the mastiff by the neck and pressed it against the wall, and in his right hand, a short knife was held in his hand at some point, and he grabbed the short knife and plunged it into the mastiff's head.

"Poof."

After the initial hard pause, the blade sank directly into the mastiff's head, and Martin twisted the blade with more force, widening the wound, feeling the stickiness of the blade as it rotated in the cranial cavity.

The mastiff's limbs softened after a few weak scratches.

After making sure that the mastiff was no longer able to resist, Martin let go of his hand and let its corpse fall to the ground.

"Whew... Whew..."

Martin gasped for air, his brain now like it had been driven into a fire spike, a sharp tingling sensation eating away at his will, and he fell to the ground.

After a while, the tingling felt subsided.

"It's...'peek' into the future... The price... Why...," he said intermittently.

He slowly got up and found that the mastiff corpse in front of him was gradually decomposing, the head that had been stirred by Martin's cranial cavity emitted a foul smell, the black hair on the mastiff's body was decaying and disappearing, and the body shape seemed to have undergone some changes.

It was only then that he understood where the weirdness of the mastiff's body came from.

I saw that after the black hair on its body faded, although its skin had turned purple, its chest, waist, and limbs were all human-like!

And where the mastiff's head and the human body were met, there was a circle of very obvious stitching marks, as if someone had forcibly sewn two different dolls together.

On the mark, the black blood scab had already coagulated, but probably because of the fight with Martin just now, the wound had cracked in some places, oozing black blood.

"This is a human body..."Martin gritted his teeth, what is this? Is the stitching weird?

Resisting the urge to vomit, he stepped forward to examine the strange corpse.

With a wide skeleton, broad shoulders and a broad back, and muscular arms and calves, this should be the body of an adult man...

Martin didn't turn the body over, and made a simple judgment from a few basic features, and he found that the left forearm of the body was unnaturally twisted, and it should have been kicked and broken by him.

There was a hideous wound on the left shoulder blade of the back, which had leaked pus, and there seemed to be a penetrating wound on the chest of the body.

"Huh... This... What is it? ”

Martin didn't notice that he was stuttering, and he saw what appeared to be a tattoo on the corpse's left wrist.

He squatted down and flipped his left hand over, only to see a three-dimensional cross tattooed on the wrist of the corpse, and behind the cross, there were two blooming hibiscus flowers.

Martin noticed that at the bottom of the cross, there were also two letters tattooed in small letters:

【S· D】

"It's... What... Meaning..."

Martin silently jotted down the pattern and the two letters, trying to see what else was on the body, only to find that after maintaining it for a while, the body began to crumble and rot like the mastiff's head, and finally turned into a small pool of filthy slime.

"It's like the tainted and crumbling servants of the Plantagenet... This mastiff has an unusual ability to think and act, could it be related to this particular way of suturing..."

Martin thought as he looked at the slime on the ground, and he pulled out the vial again and collected some of the contaminated residue.

Then he went to the side of the single bed, lifted the sheet, and took out what he had hidden in the shadows.

It was a big book and a red apron.

The recipe was still in its place, but the apron had clearly been moved, and there was still a strong rancid smell on it that of the mastiff from the previous one.

"Is it for this apron..."

Martin remembered the scene where he was caught by Johnny, and the man did not rush to kill himself, but put a lot of food in front of him, as if to whet his appetite.

Combined with the giant mouth monster that Johnny incarnated and today's stitched mastiff, Martin vaguely felt like he was being caught in a whirlpool.

He stared at the apron in front of him, knowing that he should dispose of it as soon as possible.