God forbids me to fall in love

It's almost dinner time now.

When Moen walked to the bottom floor, he could hear more and more clearly the noise made by the "phantoms" gathering together to prepare meals and talk.

It's hard to imagine how this group of people prepared to eat happily in such a foul environment without being affected.

It can only be said that he is worthy of being a person in a false illusion. At least as a "normal person", Moen can't even breathe through his nasal cavity normally.

He didn't understand the mechanism of this illusion, and he didn't have the extra brainpower to analyze at the moment, so he opened his mouth and took a small breath according to his instinct.

Walking to the stairwell to the entrance of the hall on the first floor, his legs became heavy for no reason.

After seeing the whole picture of the dining room, Moen's footsteps completely stopped.

He began to regret his decision to break in, even though no one paid attention to him because of his rash and abrupt appearance.

Just because the picture in front of him shocked him and made him shudder

Plates of black and sticky things were placed in front of the people sitting on both sides of the long table, and they were chatting happily, as if they were all well-educated gentlemen from well-off families.

However, their actions were vulgar to a weird degree...

The people here are all like untamed beasts, without a knife and fork in use, everyone directly picks up those terrible substances and puts them into their mouths while talking, chewing carefully, like tasting What delicacies have arrived, from time to time there are a few intoxicated admirations.

There are viscous objects dripping and leaving between their fingers, and if they are left on the table, they will lower their noble heads and stick out their tongues greedily and reverently to taste every minute.

Moen's eyes stopped uncontrollably on the lumps of "squirming" food, and he felt that the pungent and disgusting smell almost burst through his skull.

Like being dazzled by smoke, he even had hallucinations

What lay on the pale tableware was not a black substance whose raw material could not be identified, but pieces of human and fish corpses.

The plate contains the torso, the scales are sprinkled on the edge of the plate, and the blood drips out from the edge of the plate.

And the face of that "thing" was also cut into pieces but neatly cut, and its flat, strangely distributed facial features and gray-white, festering eyes were put together to form a similar plate...

What it is? !

This group of crew and sailors, do they really know what they are eating? !

Is the ecstasy they display real? !

Moen's brows twitched twice, he could no longer control his urge to turn around and flee back upstairs, blinking his eyes in panic and backed away.

But in the blink of an eye, those meals that had polluted his eyes and spirit just now disappeared, and the dishes on the table were clearly plate after plate of delicate dishes...

The stench that originally filled the nasal cavity was diluted very lightly, the sensory stimulation suddenly decreased, and Moen's moving toes settled in place again.

His heartbeat was still abnormally fast, and he was once again in a trance of what was true and what was false.

Just as he was hesitating whether he should break in rashly, he heard the sound of kicking footsteps getting closer, and then a man spoke vulgar words in a rough voice

"Tch, look at those two paper-made calves, they are not as thick as Grandpa's arms."

Obliquely in front of Moen, a shaggy man walked to the entrance of the deck and leaned lazily against the edge of the door. He raised his chin and satirized someone outside the door strangely, with a malicious smile on his face: "Bu Rich, with your staggering attitude, you won't be able to eat dinner today. Why don't I show you the way? The toilet in the hall is always full, why don't you help? Don't you have the best of both worlds with 'cleaning up', full stomach and work done? Hahahahaha."

Before he could finish his sentence, he heard a burst of malicious laughter coming from outside the door.

Occasionally, there were two words of approval such as "well said", "I heard Bridge", "Master Ferguson is wise".

"..." Moen stopped moving and couldn't help clenching his fist.

Although he didn't understand the cause and effect, he could still feel how ugly these words were.

The strong man didn't seem to notice the existence of Moen, who was only a few steps away from him diagonally behind him, and walked out slowly with his strong arms in his arms with a cold snort.

"The rest of you, just go through the small door, go in and eat quickly, and leave the deck to our hardworking little sailors to clean up alone." He said sarcastically, it seems that hurting others with words is the best way for him to entertain himself, "and you , Bridge, let me give you another way, it’s not okay to be fined for dinner every day. You go with your friend Moen to sell ass to rich people. It’s fine, ah? Don’t you think so? , I did it for your own good. Oh yes, I forgot, your beauty will not be less..."

Although Moen, who was called by his name suddenly, couldn't fully understand the specific meaning of his words, he also knew that it was full of derogatory connotations.

He only hesitated for a second, then frowned and walked out.

Unexpectedly, I just saw the scene before the violence was about to happen

"...You! You don't know what is good or bad, do you believe that no one will care about you if you die here today?"

Not knowing how he was offended, the strong man suddenly took a big step, raised his arm furiously, and punched the thin man in front of him.

While releasing the tyrannical elements in his body, he fiercely urged the others to leave: "You guys, what are you looking at, stay here together if you don't want to eat!"

The person named "Bridge" took a step back subconsciously, but was grabbed by the neck by the strong man and hit him hard. His face was painful, his eyes were full of sorrow, but he bit his lip and did not whimper.

"What are you doing, stay away from him!"

Before Moen's brain fully reacted, he made a move first. He quickly ran forward and smashed the strong man's arm before waving it again. He squeezed into the middle to separate the two, and then stared angrily at the man. A man exuding malice tried to stand in front of Bridge.

There was a huge sense of anger in his heart.

He broke away from being a bystander.

This feeling is very strange.

It was as if a puppet show was staged right in front of his eyes, and he had already been dragged onto the stage without knowing when.

When a real bullying happened in front of him and stimulated his senses, he could no longer maintain the curiosity and calmness of staying out of it, although he didn't seem to have these two emotions from the beginning.

The strong man first looked down at his knocked-off arm, stared at it for five or six seconds before slowly raising his head.

After seeing Moen, his panting suddenly became heavy, and after glancing at Moen with indescribably gloomy eyes, he suddenly lowered his head.

This person's eyebrows and eyes are extremely low, his facial features are rough, his lips and teeth are crooked, and his figure is as tall as a hill. From his appearance alone, he has already given others the perception that "this person is not easy to mess with".

It seemed to be a hallucination, Moen seemed to see red blood streaks swimming in his cloudy eyeballs just now.

Very strange.

The crowd on the "very lively" deck just now cleared up instantly, leaving only Moen, the strong man, and Bridge between the sea and the sky.

What's even more strange is that a man who was yelling at bullies a second ago suddenly calmed down, bringing two completely different feelings of terror.

During this silent stalemate, Moen could smell the stench that had grown stronger again, and for a moment he even suspected that this disgusting smell came from the strong man's mouth.

He stood there nervously, his Adam's apple rolled up and down for a moment, constantly analyzing the weak possibility of defeating the opponent when he fought against the strong man.

His fingers even trembled involuntarily, probably not because of fear, but because of excessive force.

When the rustling of the clothes sounded, Moen almost assumed a fighting posture, but saw the strong man turned and left on his own while keeping his head down. The man walked in a hurry and never looked back.

If it wasn't for those footsteps that didn't look flustered, they could all be called fleeing.

"..."

This is not in line with common sense. Moen doesn't think he has the external image and strength that can deter the opponent, but he can't analyze these doubts clearly.

Standing in place for a long time, he could only tell himself "this is not reality, everything here has no logic" to relieve his inexplicably tense nerves.

"...Moen."

The weak man named "Bridge" softly called his name behind him.

Moen turned around as if awakened suddenly, only to see Bridge's dropped mouth and his red eyes.

There was no vitality in those eyes, and they were looking at the dirty wall lazily at the moment, like two black holes.

With a hoarse and dry throat, he spoke slowly.

He says

"...I want to die now, Moen."