Chapter 5: table manners

Can't open the notebook in hand!
Obviously, from the appearance, the number of notebook pages in the hand is clear, and you only need to raise your hand to read it.
However, Jason holding this notebook felt that he was holding a piece of wood crafts. Those pages are like a dazzling skill of a craftsman. When you really want to open it, you will be met immediately. Ruthlessly laughed.
Jason is not a person who gives up easily.
Call!
After taking another deep breath, Jason put his hands on it again, this time it was not a random reading, but really hard.
Suddenly, the muscles on Jason's arm protruded with angular lines.
Yes, this notebook is immobile.
After a few seconds, Jason continued to exert his muscles, and his arms began to tremble.
More importantly, the pain that came from his chest told him that if he did n’t want the injury to get worse, he had better stop.
Thinking of the bad situation, Jason stopped immediately, and he looked at the notebook in his hand with a suspicious look.
"Has an organization?"
"still is……"
"Mysterious side ?!"
Jason guessed.
Thinking of the latter, Jason's cheek hidden behind the ice hockey mask flickered.
The long-term search for the "mysterious side" was unsuccessful, making him once think that the "mysterious side" was just a rumor, or some people's conjecture, but at this moment the successive encounters of the "mysterious side" event made Jason Understand that he had not encountered the
Mysterious Side
incident before, only because the 16th district he had been in was
safe
.
Or to be more precise, his level is not enough to participate in the 'Mysterious Side' incident at all.
And now?
Even if he does not want to encounter the "Mysterious Side" event, the "Mysterious Side" event will follow.
Because, he is already in the game.
Couldn't help it, Jason sighed and put the notebook in his hand gently on the wooden crate.
For the "mysterious side", he didn't know anything other than what he just experienced.
But there is always nothing wrong with being careful.
Therefore, he avoided the gauze stained with his blood.
Understand that in his hometown, the mysterious side legend, there are examples of getting some blood from others to control his life and death, and even some do not even need blood, as long as you know the name.
This made Jason shudder at the event that had encountered the "Mysterious Side".
Immediately
"Jason!"
"My name is Jason!"
Jason warned himself like this that he had an unprecedented sense of identity with the name ‘Jason’. At the same time, he silently hid the name ‘Chen Jie’ in the bottom of his heart.
For ordinary people, this may be a little overkill.
But for Jason, who was almost forced to be persecuted in a strange environment, it was really normal.
Is a common practice.
Never sleeps, making him accustomed to facing danger at all times.
He had personally seen someone turn around a street corner and was beaten into a sieve. He also saw a person who just bought bread in the store and ate while walking, suddenly spitting foam and twitching.
These are the normal daily routine of the city that never sleeps.
What about the ‘mysterious side’ daily life that is more weird than normal daily life?
Call!
Jason took a deep breath and depressed the fear in his heart. His eyes turned to the display screen, where three figures were shown.
They held firearms and came to the 19th alternately.
In the 26th district, there is no shortage of two kinds of people.
Cowardly.
Daring.
The latter is far more than the former.
Under a premise, the former will become the latter completely.
That is……
Take advantage of the fire!
What is more suitable for robbery than 19 Tall Street at the moment?
Gunshots, firelight, dead bodies.
Makes the aborigines here flock like prey vultures.
Jason can be sure that this will only be the first batch, and more people are observing in the dark, including ... the ‘goal’ that the big man really has to wait for is also likely to be among them.
Even these three people were originally chess pieces that the other party ‘pushed’.
"One submachine gun, two pistols."
"Cooperate closely during the journey, there is a great possibility that there will be grenades!"
"There is no chance of head-on conflict."
"The trap must be arranged!"
"Even if there are traps and the other party is well-trained, it will only have the greatest effect the first time ..."
The brows behind Jason's ice hockey mask were tight, and the palm of his hand involuntarily gripped the UZ submachine gun handle.
The cold gun handle gave him only a sense of security, but the pain from the chest wound made Jason understand that the situation in front of him was far worse than he thought, and a little carelessness was death. .
Under the threat of death, Jason stared at the display closely, thinking about how to respond to the enemy.
He didn't see that the notebook on the wooden box was moving silently.
Moved slowly to the gauze stained with blood.
Blood was quickly absorbed by the notebook.
At this moment, Jason looked back suddenly, as if feeling something.
When he saw the notebook covered with gauze, he immediately stood up and rushed towards the notebook. He wanted to take the notebook away, but when his finger touched the notebook, his eyes suddenly blackened.
Just like stabbed in the back of the head, Jason stumbled for two steps, clenching his teeth and trying to hold on so that he didn't fall down, but the sense of vertigo was unstoppable, and 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 found out that the metal objects under his feet were ...
Plate!
A silver plate!
Moreover, on both sides of the plate, knives and forks of the same silver were placed.
I was put on the plate?
Plate of Chinese food? !
A sudden scene made Jason inexplicable. He subconsciously wanted to leave the plate, but an invisible force bound him, and then the black-brown notebook floated in front of him so empty.
I just could n’t open the notebook, I do n’t know when it was opened.
Just opened the cover, revealing the title page.
Is full of words
You see me laughing?
Actually, I just opened my mouth because of hunger.
Remember: table manners.
Uh ...
Is not any word that Jason is familiar with, but he can understand the meaning.
Then, the opened notebook flew over Jason's head, beyond the reach of Jason's eyes.
After losing the cover of the notebook, a high-back chair appeared in Jason's field of vision.
Does not have any unnecessary carvings, but there is a sense of simplicity when placed there.
At the same time, a figure composed entirely of darkness began to appear on the high quilt chair.
The sound of swallowing was echoed in Jason's ear.
The black shadow stretched out his hands and took it towards the knife and fork.
"I, really treated as food!"
The facts in front of him caused Jason to struggle violently. Although he still could not move at all, his consciousness was not restrained, and his soul was crying.
I don't want to die!
Living!
I want to live!
I don't want to be treated as food!
The continuous, high-pitched voice echoed in that special soul.
Buzz!
Buzz!
Time and time again and again, Jason's brain buzzed.
That is the resonance that is imprinted on the deepest part of the soul!
The talent named 【Predator】 appeared on Jason's retina, beating violently, flashing like a bright star.
The image of Xinghui's next scene began to appear, they are connected together like a galaxy!
That is--
Crowds of people, wearing animal skins, shouting, chasing monsters exaggerated to the limit in the world!
Everyone is smaller than the monster's toes.
But no one flinched.
They want to live!
To live!
They want ...
Eat!
Flames appeared in the collision of stones. The tall leader raised the fire that illuminates the darkness. The collision of flames and monsters, the unprecedented fragrance permeated the battlefield.
An ancient roar from the people's mouth.
Eat!
Eat, eat!
Hissing sound changed from high to low.
Changed from low to murmur.
The murmur came from Jason's mouth.
"Eat! Eat! Eat!"
The burning hunger began to spread from the stomach.
hungry!
So hungry!
I want to eat!
I want to eat!
Mutter!
Mutter!
Mutter!
'S bellows cover up the shadows of swallowing saliva with one, two, three times. When the hungry calls are connected, it is like thunder, and the shadows are about to hold the knife and fork palms and stop.
The rule that hunger decides the position of both parties completely reverses the form at this moment.
"Do not!"
In the desperate roar, the black shadow collapsed directly, and was instantly drawn into the dark brown notebook.
At the next moment, the dark brown notebook floating on Jason's head.
Snapped!
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Then, he just fell down and fell straight into Jason's arms.
The huge force brought Jason down.
However, he did not fall on the dinner plate.
It's a chair!
He sat in that quaint high-back chair.
In his vision, a round, equally quaint dining table, dark tablecloths and silver tableware appeared one by one.
The previous scene is reversed at this moment!
Food has become an eater.
The black notebook that fell into his arms floated in front of him again.
And this time, under the original text, lines of text gradually emerged.
[The beauty of hunting is not the interchange at any time? 】
【This is the etiquette of the dining table! 】
[Need to remember! 】
[Need one more time ... Teach! 】
Uh ...
The text is here for a while, and then more text begins to emerge.
[Background: At night, the patrols died one after another, causing the whole block to panic! The sheriff had to look for help from the ‘night watchman’, and you as the ‘night watchman’ happened to be in Lord; without hesitation, you took on this task, and now you are walking on the cross street at night ...
[Main task: spend seven days in Cross Street, 0/7]
[Obtain the temporary language, it will disappear automatically when leaving the copy]
[Temporary change of clothing, appearance, equipment, automatic recovery when leaving the copy]
[Detection of firearms and grenades is inconsistent, power drops by 50%, MF92, UZ shooting interval +0.5 seconds, launch speed +2 seconds]
(Hint: This is your ‘Etiquette lesson’.)
Uh ...