.. I followed them into a luxurious room with massive crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and huge crystal candelabras decorating all four walls. In the center of the room stood a very long dining table covered with a pristine white tablecloth, all the food was served in shimmering tableware that appeared to be made of silver. Every meter or so, there was a bouquet of red roses, with red ribbons wrapped around the flower baskets and honey candles placed in the center.. Every item in the room was exceptionally exquisite and beautiful, like a film set for a European aristocratic movie.. That's right! Hanging beneath every crystal candelabra were mistletoe wreaths, wreaths, wreaths..
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Is there something wrong with the mistletoe wreath?
Peterson asked in confusion.
Mistletoe Wreath is an indispensable decoration for Christmas.
Ordinary Mistletoe Wreaths are of course no problem, but.. but the Mistletoe Wreaths in that room..
Roger released his hands from his head, revealing eyes bulging with terror, his voice became eerie and sinister, as if it were coming from Hell: "The Mistletoe Wreaths in that room were all placed around people's necks.. Beneath the crystal candelabras decorating the four walls were four rows of severed heads wearing Mistletoe Wreaths, nailed to the walls.. Every head had its eyes tightly closed and a strange smile on its lips, with dried, dark red bloodstains beneath the cuts on their necks.."
—And then, what happened next?
Wood spoke, breaking the eerie atmosphere lingering in the room: "What I mean is, after you discovered the walls were decorated with human heads, what happened next?"
It.. it was.. feeding.
Roger said in a voice on the verge of a breakdown, "Looking back on it now, from the moment that Man struck up a conversation with me, I had already lost my mind.. Even though I knew everything around me was irrational and dangerous, I was completely unable to find the will to escape. When I saw the row of heads nailed to the wall, I only froze for a moment, then, following the directions of those strange fellows, I sat down in the chair."
.. Aside from you, who else at the scene was an invited guest?
I'm not sure.
Roger said in a low voice, "I was so confused at the time, my mind went blank. I sat in my seat like a puppet, not daring to move an inch. But when the Skeleton Masked Waiter walked up to my side to pour me wine, I suddenly realized that I had nothing left in my life. Even if I were to die here tonight.. at least, before Death, I can enjoy the fine food to my heart's content, even have the chance to get intimate with the beauties here!"
So you just started enjoying yourself without any reservations?
Peterson wore an expression of incomprehension.
Roger nodded candidly, "The wine the waiter poured into my glass was a fine vintage I had never tasted before, the food sliced and served onto my plate was so delicious it could make a man swallow his own tongue.. I cannot refuse fine food and wine; I shoved meat into my mouth with my hands like a Savage.. I even felt that being killed by them after the feast would be a decent end—drinking to my heart's content, feasting, dying in a drunken stupor.. This ending is a million times more comfortable than the life of a vagrant, dying a miserable death in some unknown form at some unknown time.."
And yet, you did not die in a drunken stupor.
Yes, I did not die. I have seen a world more terrifying than Death.
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In stark contrast to the disheveled eating habits of Roger and the other hired temporary guests, the handsome men and beautiful women who had invited them were quite different.
They sat elegantly on both sides of the long table, only occasionally lifting their glass cups to take a modest sip of red wine, showing utter disdain for the feast that filled the long table, not even deigning to glance at Roger and the others who were greedily eating at the end of the table.
Even their voices carried an untainted elegance, sounding like French or perhaps Latin; it was even more ancient and noble than the British accent so beloved by Americans, with intonations that rose and fell like the live debates of ancient philosophers, punctuated by complex and ornate trills.
Bottle after bottle of fine wine was emptied, dish after dish of delicacies was devoured. Roger and the others focused solely on eating and drinking, not giving a single thought to what they might encounter when this surreal feast, comparable to Alice in Wonderland, finally came to an end—at this moment, they were not even willing to consider where they were or if they were still alive, simply stuffing their bellies with the delicacies brought by the waiter.
And so, after an unknown amount of time spent eating, Roger finally felt the satisfaction of a full stomach.
At this moment, the main doors of the Hall opened, two teams of waiters respectfully pushed in a massive food trolley. On the trolley sat a giant platter measuring two meters in diameter. In the center of the platter were several large pieces of roast beef, sliced into neat squares. Each piece of meat was approximately ten centimeters in both length and width, with perfectly roasted, golden-brown skin glistening with oil—it was clearly made from top-quality ingredients.
As the waiter carefully lifted the crystal lid from the dish, an incredibly rich aroma wafted toward them—the moment the scent hit him, Roger, whose stomach had been completely filled by a night of eating and drinking, felt a sudden, intense hunger. It was as if the delicacies he had just consumed were all nothing more than the Mage's trickery, only the food being served before him now was true sustenance.
What is this? Is it Roast Beef or roasted lamb?
A vagrant participating in the feast asked unconsciously.
He didn't know exactly what this delicacy before him was, but like Roger, the moment he smelled the aroma, he felt a hunger that struck straight to his Soul.
How could it be something as vulgar as beef or lamb? What lies before you now is an extremely precious delicacy that is explicitly prohibited by law!
The man who had invited Roger spoke with a smile as he stood up. Using a gleaming silver knife from the side of the trolley with his black-gloved hand, he skillfully sliced the mysterious roast into pieces just the right size to fit onto a small plate, much like a surgeon. Once the meat was on the plate, the waiter immediately stepped forward, meticulously drizzling it with various fragrant seasonings and honey, sprinkling it with cheese crumbles, embedding fresh cherries into it.. Finally, the roast, garnished like a work of art, was presented to the distinguished guest.
Roger and the other vagrants were not given any roast beef.
They could only watch helplessly as those handsome men and beautiful women, who just moments ago had looked down on all delicacies with elegant and arrogant postures, were now devouring the delicious roast beef greedily, like demons fallen into Hell.
They were so impatient that the juices, mixed with saliva, flowed down the corners of their mouths, staining their delicate skin and expensive clothes.
Only the Man in charge of carving the meat remained calm.
He watched the handsome men and beautiful women's unsightly eating manners with a smile, remaining motionless before the delicacy laid out before him, his eyes gleaming with mockery.
Suddenly, he stood up, speared a piece of meat from his own plate with a fork, said to the wanderers sitting at the end of the long table, "Who wants this meat?"
.. Me! Me! I want to eat it!
Please bestow this meat upon me!
“I want—”
The wanderers shouted in unison, looking greedily at the meat in the Man's hands like people about to starve to death.
“Do you all want it? Then—"
The Man raised his hand and tossed the roast meat toward the wanderers, just as one would feed a dog.
In an instant, almost all the Survivors rushed forward, scrambling frantically like wild dogs just to get a piece of that fragrant meat.
Roger originally wanted to scramble for it as well, but when the Man threw out the roast meat, a mysterious chill surged through the inside of his body—
..
—This coldness has locked me firmly to the chair, because of it, I have not been swept into an even more terrifying fate.
Roger said, trembling with fear, "I feel like I am struggling through a terrifying nightmare. I want to leave this mansion, where even the air feels wrong, immediately. I'd go anywhere, even to some eerie haunted house where a murder occurred.. No, the place I was staying at back then was a real haunted house! That guy who invited us to the banquet is a Demon!"
What exactly happened there? Why do you think the one who invited you was a Demon?
Wood gazed at Roger with eyes full of curiosity.
Roger said with a sob, "Because, because.. at that time, all the wanderers except for me were frantically fighting over the meat that Guy threw. To get that meat, they tore at and beat each other like demons, soon people were killed, that man and those who had finished eating the meat.. they just watched them go mad with frenzy over a piece of meat, as if they were enjoying a dance performance.."
It's obvious that these people are mentally unstable!
Peterson said without a second thought.
I don't think they are human at all.
Wood corrected him.
Hearing this, Roger's expression grew even more pained: "You're right, they aren't human.. definitely not human.. They, they.. the roast meat that man served was actually human flesh! And it had been specially processed.. I.. I don't know how to describe to you.. that feeling of nausea I had when I learned the truth.. In short, it was disgusting, I am so glad I didn't participate in the looting.. What happened that night was too perverted!"
There's more even more perverted things?
“Yes.. even more perverted things..”
Roger's eyes held a dark, trance-like haze.
The people who attended that banquet.. the vagrants who were brought to the banquet were dragged away by waiters after they died while fighting over roast lamb, then put into specialized machines to be processed into feed for their own use.. the men and women eating roast lamb on the scene.. that man who chose me to attend the banquet said.. they are also ingredients, high-grade ingredients that need to be raised with even more exquisite and complex methods..
All of them are ingredients?
Peterson became more and more confused the more he listened.
Wood suppressed the tingling sensation on his scalp and remarked, "You attended a bizarre banquet."
Yes, he even took me to visit his farm and slaughterhouse—if you'll excuse my somewhat offensive choice of words—before dawn after the banquet ended. But the scenes I saw were truly.. even now, I still find those scenes both disgusting and nightmareish..
Besides that, what other memories do you have of that night?
That Man—I mean, the Man who took me to the banquet—was not only noble in appearance, but also possessed a pair of hands that were somewhat too beautiful for a Man.
Beautiful hands?
Yes, his hands are incredibly beautiful. His fingers are slender and soft, with skin that is smooth and delicate. On his left middle finger, he wears a ring—it's a black Demon goat head, with rubies embedded in the eyes. He took me to tour his slaughterhouse, there, on the dissection table, he used that hand wearing the Demon ring to put a piece of freshly cut human flesh into a takeout paper bag and handed it to me.. I didn't dare refuse his gift, but..
“But what?”
That scene was truly too horrific and perverted, not to mention there was a human body lying on the dissection table beside me, with its limbs removed and its chest and abdomen sliced open.. I was so terrified I felt like vomiting, but before I could even throw up what I had eaten, my vision went black and I lost consciousness completely.. When I woke up again, I was lying in a trash heap in the suburbs. If it weren't for the lingering scent of yesterday's perfume and large bloodstains on my clothes, I would have definitely thought last night's experience was just a mad dream..
At this point, Roger grabbed the table and began retching again.
The bloody distortion of that night was deeply etched into his memory; just thinking about it made him—
Harley, please take him to the next room.
No problem.
The female staff member named Harley stepped forward and supported the arm of the retching Roger: "Please follow me."
“Th.. thank you..”
Roger moved his feet painfully and walked out of the room.
After Roger left, Peterson asked Wood, "Do you believe his account? Although his words sound eerie and bizarre, most of the homeless in New York are drug addicts. Their brains are eroded and pitted by various cheap compounds, causing all sorts of eerie and bizarre hallucinations, which they mistake for real terrifying events once they sober up."
His statement does indeed sound like the delusions of a drug addict, but he was lucid and his wording was highly logical when he recounted the events—therefore, I believe his testimony is highly credible, that a group of man-eating monsters, much like vampires, truly exists in some corner of New York.
"Wood said decisively.
But aren't vampires and cannibals two different types of creatures?
..
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In ancient times, there were bloodthirsty elves, in modern times, there are flesh-eating demons.. However, in even more ancient eras, vampires and cannibals were actually of the same kind; at least, to the humans of uncivilized primitive tribes, they were the same kind of existence.
Master leisurely swirled the ruby-like, thick and translucent liquid in his Glass Cup, his gaze drifting toward the window—the city in the night sky flickered with an eerie light, as if possessed.
This city is becoming increasingly sinister.
Boss, what are you talking about?
Wood walked into the room, just in time to overhear Master's lament: "What city is becoming sinister? It feels as if.."
However, the city at night is indeed more charming than during the day; whether in literature or film, the key moments of a story always favor the night over the day.
As he spoke, Master set down his Glass Cup: "Where did you go today? Who did you see? Why do you smell of cannibals?"
What?! That Guy is a cannibal!
Wood was shocked.
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