Monster Beauty's Unlimited Game

Sweet Home 2

don't look while eating

Dilapidated houses began to appear on both sides of the road, and the mottled paint on the wooden triangular roofs was peeling off, revealing obvious signs of moth and decay.

The gloomy sky has no sunlight, and the gray rolling clouds are edged with disgusting yellow edges, which are unreasonably reminiscent of those inexplicable stains that have been stained on the sheets for a long time.

The muddy road slowly turned into a solid road, and a few pedestrians appeared sparsely on the street. Their eyes were dull, and their stiff bodies were slower than puppets. Compared with the stray dogs on the street, they seemed to be more indifferent to this uninvited guest.

Zhou Yan couldn't walk anymore, his body that had lost too much blood supply gradually became cold, his brain thinking was frozen like mud, he doubted whether he could survive to the so-called Aunt Cathy's house.

"Hey, young man, I see that your complexion is not very good, do you need my help?"

A thick palm patted Zhou Yan's shoulder from behind.

The sheriff of Amber Township is a rare kind-hearted person in the town. When he went out to patrol today, he saw a young man who had lost his soul walking on the road called "outsider".

Oh, it's another young man who came back from a big city, judging by his attire, he's doing well!

The sheriff thought so, and his hearty voice sounded again: "I am the sheriff of this town, Jon, you can call me Joe."

Zhou Yan raised his eyelids and took a hard look. This middle-aged man with a big belly, the voice of the system has not sounded since he entered this dungeon. The sheriff who took the initiative to talk to him should be an npc in the dungeon?

[Don't expose yourself. 】

What exactly does this sentence mean?

Sergeant Jon seemed to see some clues from the expressionless Zhou Yan's face. He slapped his head and murmured vaguely from his fleshy throat: "People from big cities just have a little problem."

He puffed up his belly, took out an old police ID card with skin peeling off from the pocket of his pants covered with fat, and flung his hand back to reveal the contents inside.

Above is a photo of a big fat man, which can be seen to be Jon.

There is a line of light ink writing below it——

【Name: Jon Mountbatten】

[Position: Sheriff of Amber Town]

The electronic sound of the system suddenly sounded in his mind, and a photo of Sheriff Jon appeared in his consciousness.

[Congratulations to the player for obtaining the character illustrated book! 】

【Name: Jon Mountbatten】

[Position: Sheriff of Amber Town]

【Biography:? 】

【to be unlocked】

Zhou Yan was taken aback. This system is a bit like some game dungeons. When encountering NPCs, it will display corresponding illustrations and information.

Seeing the young man nodding hesitantly, Sergeant Jon put away his police ID card contentedly, patted him on the shoulder again, and said, "Young man, who are you—"

He rolled his eyes and saw the pale young man's wrist hidden under his sleeve, which was still wrapped with a blood-stained bandage.

Oh, poor young man, must have committed suicide for a woman!

"Ah, young man, let me tell you, women are no big deal. Look at me, I'm a bachelor until now, young people should cherish their lives."

Sergeant Jon laughed loudly, his overweight body oppressed his lungs, and there was a bellows-like humming sound from his chest.

Zhou Yan knew what he had misunderstood, and he didn't want to make more excuses at this time. He pretended to be poked by the enthusiastic police chief and lowered his head, and said, "Mr. Jon, Cathy is my aunt, where does she live?" ?”

"Oh, Cathy's nephew," Jon said with a strange look on his face, his whole mouth curled down, and then he bluffed, "Poor woman, her little Wendy, oh, little Wendy looking for No more, you know, our Amber Town has been fine, yes, it is very safe under my jurisdiction, the little girl has been staying at home and has never gone out, maybe she ran to play somewhere else suddenly, kid It's always been that way."

He blinked his small eyes covered by eyelids, looked at the black toolbox Zhou Yan was holding, and said, "Shall I help you get this?"

Zhou Yan took a step back, politely refused with a smile, and no one could touch his toolbox.

Sheriff Jon moved his huge buttocks to point Zhou Yan, and said, "Here, that two-story small western-style building is Cathy's home."

It was a two-story bungalow that was neater than other houses. The brightly colored orange-yellow roof, the cleanly wiped round windows on the white wooden walls, and the violet vines hanging from the window sills all showed that this house The hostess is a hard-working woman who loves life.

After Zhou Yan simply thanked him, he raised his leg and was about to leave, but was suddenly stopped by Sergeant Jon.

"Hey, be careful!"

He looked down and saw a red-headed centipede slowly crawling past under his feet.

This centipede is bigger than ordinary centipedes, as thick as a human finger, and has bright red legs on its pitch-black body segments. Due to its overly long body, the legs are densely packed, like hundreds of red worms. Attached to a plump and juicy black slender snake.

The two hard and curved tentacles on the top of its head waved towards Zhou Yan majestically, a drop of light yellow liquid was dripping down its palate teeth, and fell on the stone slab on the ground, emitting a faint blue smoke.

"Young man, our Amber Town is not like your big cities. There are a lot of inexplicable bugs here. If I hadn't stopped you just now, you would have been bitten firmly. It's not a good feeling."

Zhou Yan slowly withdrew his feet, and the centipede moved hundreds of steps and burrowed into the nearby bushes at an extremely fast speed.

"Thank you."

Zhou Yan nodded in thanks, dragged the toolbox and walked slowly towards the two-story bungalow. This time, he seemed to have followed Officer Jon's advice and walked very slowly, without stepping on a bug again.

"Hey, young man."

Officer Jon shook his head. He didn't know when the hot and humid weather would end. He took off his officer's cap and shook his sweat-soaked short hair.

At this time, a skinny yellow stray dog ​​limped on one foot and walked up to Officer Jon. It was so thin, its cheeks were deeply sunken, and the shape of its skull could almost be seen.

Its dark eyes struggled to lift up a gleam of light, its nose sniffed lightly, it bent down, its front legs were together, and its tail wagged slightly.

"You're, by the way, you're Jack, hi Jack."

Officer Jon recognized that it was a stray dog ​​that often wandered around the town. He named him "Jack", a stray dog ​​he fed.

He took out a sausage from his coat pocket, shook it, and coaxed like an adult teasing a child, "Want to eat it? Jack, I prepared this for you."

The big yellow dog Jack has a long mouth, showing a reddish tongue, panting heavily, whimpering weakly, and a drop of viscous saliva flowed out from the corner of his mouth, sticking to his knotted fur.

Jon squatted down his fat body with some difficulty. He stretched out his hand to touch the head of the big yellow dog. Its head was covered with bald spots, revealing pale pink skin and stained with an unknown dark brown liquid.

Officer Jon didn't care about its terrible and dirty head at all. After stroking it for a while, his voice carried the joy of children unwrapping presents: "Let me see how the little ones look."

He lifted the long ears that hung down the yellow dog's head.

Countless ticks are densely arranged on the flesh-colored inner ear, and the sharp jaws of these ticks are firmly embedded in the fragile skin surface, sucking the flesh and blood of the host.

Perhaps due to years of feeding, the originally gray ticks showed a strange red color on the surface, almost breaking through its small round body. If you look carefully, the bodies of these ticks are constantly expanding and shrinking, like living things. breathing.

"You look so beautiful!" Officer Jon stretched out his hand to stroke these disgusting parasites, feeling the full and smooth touch of his fingertips, with an intoxicated and longing expression on his face, "I didn't raise you for nothing, come on, Eat better, Jack, and make my little ones a little cuter."

He casually threw the sausage on the ground.

The big yellow dog was devouring the hard-to-find food, and the pale pink flesh from the corners of its mouth fell on the dusty road. It still lowered its head and licked it clean with its tongue.

Beside Police Officer Jon's fat body, a Dalmatians with a tumor on its head sneaked past with plum blossom-shaped paw prints. While he was not paying attention, he quickly ran past and got into the grass on the side of the road with lingering fear .

The author says:

Ask for collection, thank you little cuties