Deep in the Living

Chapter 592 Meat

[Human World, United Nations, Mars City]

This is the second largest city after the capital city of Earth City. It is mainly managed by the US-based Lighthouse Group. The city has the densest light coverage and the highest proportion of residents with prosthetic bodies.

The number of incidents involving fake people occurring here is among the lowest outside of the capital.

Although there are few, it doesn't mean there are none.

Even under the city's dazzling lights, there are still some unseen places.

Bang!

A well-dressed man emerged from a rather secluded building, frantically tearing at his hair as if he deeply regretted going there.

This man is a pure gambler.

He originally came here as an elite immigrant, married and had children, but because his job was too stable and his life was too boring, he became addicted to gambling and soon his wife and children left him.

Today was his last attempt to turn things around with the borrowed money, but he failed again.

However, this time he discovered the casino's secret: his losses were not due to bad luck, but rather because the casino had rigged the game.

His gaze quickly settled on a supermarket not far away.
He went inside.

I bought a kitchen knife.

The shop owner clearly sensed something was wrong with the man and was about to refuse to sell to him when he discovered that the man's eyes had turned into the shape of dice and his fingernails had become hard and long.

I bought the kitchen knife.

The man walked toward the casino in a bizarre manner, with whispers echoing in his ears from the corners, and his body twitching uncontrollably throughout the process.

The shop owner called the investigation bureau immediately after he left the store.

The sophisticated optical motion capture cameras on the nearby streets also detected the person's unusual behavior.

Investigators patrolling the area are on their way, but it will be a few minutes before they arrive.

The man staggered across the road and was about to reach the casino when, without paying any attention to where he was going, he collided head-on with a slightly muscular middle-aged man.

The impact caused him to sit on the ground, but he gripped the kitchen knife tightly in his hand.

He looked up at the middle-aged man who had bumped into him.
The other person had slicked-back hair and a mustache, but perhaps because they were backlit by the sun, their eyes were not clearly visible.

His destination was the casino, and he didn't care that the other party had knocked him down.

however……

"waste."

An insult came from the other party's mouth.

This was the evaluation he least wanted to hear; it was the personal evaluation his family used most often to describe him.

A complete stranger suddenly gave him such an evaluation.

Anger rose in his heart,

Even his newly formed pseudo-human form has taken a step further; his dice-like pupils have begun to move, as if he has thrown out dice!

The dice roll is stable, and the numbers are displayed.

[6], the largest!
In an instant, his arm strength was enhanced to the extreme, his muscles almost bursting through his sleeves. He sprang to his feet and slashed at the middle-aged man with his knife.

……

Three minutes passed.

A young investigator wearing sunglasses arrived at the scene.

He found neither the fake man nor anyone else injured.

The supposed fake human had completely disappeared, and even his most advanced information gathering device could not find a single clue.

Investigators quickly contacted the cameras to review footage from the previous few minutes, only to discover that the cameras in the area where the incident occurred were malfunctioning.

Just as he keenly realized that there might be something more troublesome and was preparing to report it,

A hand suddenly landed on the investigator's shoulder, while the other hand was picking at bits of meat in his mouth with a toothpick.

"This corner doesn't need this kind of trash. I've just happened to come across it, so I'll clean it up for you. Don't come after me; I'll be gone in a little while."

Don't worry, I won't kill anyone or cause any trouble. I'm just here to reminisce about my old life.

But if someone tries to disrupt our family's trip, things could get really bad; your life could end, and your colleagues' lives could end prematurely because of you.

Could you recommend a good restaurant nearby that's suitable for family gatherings?

The investigator was drenched in sweat, his body trembling uncontrollably. He had never felt such pressure before; even though it was just a touch on the shoulder, he felt as if he were standing inside the other person's mouth, about to be swallowed whole at any moment.

"Turn right at the street ahead, there's a newly opened Chinese hot pot restaurant that tastes pretty good. I just took my friends there to try it last week."

"Thank you."

Remove your palm.

The man with slicked-back hair walked in the direction he was told, and even raised his hand above his head to wave goodbye.

That's right,

This is the incarnation of the House of Carnivores descended upon us.

The family of four sat around a square table, happily enjoying their hot pot. It tasted really good. They hadn't had such a proper meal in a long time, and surprisingly, they didn't feel nauseous at all.

It's important to know that they used to eat only one type of meat, and they preferred it to be raw.

This "change" mainly stems from Hunter's near-death experience last time, which caused a significant shift in his mindset.

at this time,

A special dish was served to the next table, where Hunter happened to see it.

A serving of beef tongue,
It was just an ordinary tongue, but in Hunter's eyes, it seemed to be moving slightly, as if it were talking to him.

The words he spoke, the same ones he uttered in the corner, labeled him a traitor.

Suddenly, I lost all interest in eating.

He picked up a pack of cigarettes and walked alone to the smoking area. He had originally planned to stay in the human world for a few days, to travel to the few places that remained in his memory, and to recall what it felt like to be human.

"Go back early~ Once your mood is ruined, the trip is meaningless, and you'll never find the answers."

Lunch is over.

A scream suddenly came from inside the hot pot restaurant.
The seemingly normal family of four suddenly disappeared, and only a bloated corpse with severe tumor growth was found in the smoking area.

hum!
Hunter's consciousness returned to his original body, which was the apartment property he had purchased in the corner.

After that incident, the Joker never contacted him again. As one of the "Eight Villains," he actually had no one to talk to, and all the residents of the apartment building were afraid of him.

A rotten smell permeated the room.
Hunter immediately noticed the rotten meat left in the kitchen, which was already infested with maggots and stinking. He then picked up a garbage bag and went downstairs.

But just as he stepped out of the apartment building, he was surprised to find that a standalone shop had appeared across the street, which looked a lot like a comic book store from the outside.

The moment he saw the shop, he even forgot about taking out the trash and actually walked over with the trash bag in hand.

He himself was unaware that some invisible abyss was drawing him in, and that his soul was about to be swallowed up by it.

Just as I was about to step into the comic book store,
Considering the store's environment, he instinctively threw the trash bag at the entrance.

However, just by throwing it like that...
The impact of the garbage bag falling vertically caused several pieces of rotten, foul-smelling flesh to fall out, including several tongues.

in fact,

It was because the food contained a tongue that Hunter didn't eat it, which is why it ended up in the garbage dump. That's why he suddenly lost his appetite for fresh meat and wanted to go to the human world to try foods that had been forgotten.

When you hear the sound of your tongue hitting the ground

His train of thought was interrupted. His gaze shifted from the comic book store to the tongue on the ground, and the words echoed in his mind again, as did the tongue monster's resentful whisper in his ear:
"You clearly have remarkable potential, yet you chose to collude with traitors... You deserve to die!"

Hunter is indeed an incorrigible villain.

But he doesn't inherently reject the corner; on the contrary, he is sincerely grateful for its existence, which allows him to see his family again.

He just desperately wanted the right to be there; he wanted to truly bring his family back to life.

Snapped!
He suddenly squatted down, picked up the rotten, maggot-infested tongue, and swallowed it.

Immediately following this was intense physical discomfort.
He started vomiting, vomiting all over the floor, and some of the liquid even splashed onto the glass of the comic book store.

Vomiting was like a process of expelling waste, which gradually brought him back to his senses and helped him find the answer in his heart.

When he got up again, the comic book store had disappeared.

Instead, a little boy squatted down beside him, gently patting his back, "Dad, are you okay?"

“I’ve made up my mind. We’re going to a special place next, and our whole family needs to go there.”

"We're moving! Yay! There should be lots of fun things to do there."

"maybe."

(End of this chapter)