God forbids me to fall in love

tasty.

It was something good he had never tasted.

It was so delicious that he wanted to chew up the food container and swallow it.

Bridge blankly licked his mouth, which still had some food juice left, and fixed his eyes dullly on the empty plate in front of him.

Obviously he has eaten a lot, but he is still full of desire as if he is not full.

In the past ten years of his life, he has never felt such a feeling of scratching his heart and lungs.

If he could eat a little more, he would probably agree no matter what the price was.

Ferguson scanned the crowd with his cloudy eyes, and said abruptly: "The food seems to be less than in the morning. Of course, it is much less than last night."

Most of the people in the dining area had finished eating, but they all sat in their positions with their mouths still unfinished.

Hearing the words, they all looked at the speaker and remained silent with different expressions.

"But it's even more delicious." A whisper came from the edge.

"It must be far inferior to them." Ferguson continued to say coldly, he seemed unable to control his desire to accuse something, "I mean, those people are masters."

"Capital is always noble, isn't it?" A skinny man next to him said in a strange tone, "Food has always been distributed by Mr. Quick."

"...Why?"

Their voices were kept low, but clear enough to be heard in a quiet dining room.

Whether this silent conversation had any unspeakable effect is unknown.

The eyeballs of the others stared blankly at the table. After the two stopped talking, they repeated their previous actions, scanning every inch of the area slowly, searching intently.

If you find that there is still a little leftovers, you will jump up and scrape up the food residues with your hands as if you have won a lottery, and put them in your mouth to "taste" repeatedly.

This kind of scene would look disgusting in the eyes of any normal person, but everyone, including Bridge, only felt envious, even jealous.

And Moen is a normal person.

So when he ran in in a panic, seeing this scene, he thought for a moment that he had entered some forest tribe by mistake, and the group of people in front of him were a group of uncivilized beasts.

The desire shown in everyone's expressions has reached an abnormal level.

Even a person who has just eaten a meal after being hungry for [-] lifetimes shouldn't look like this crazy.

Those sailors, who were at best a bunch of scum who bullied their weaker fellows before supper began, should not have been a creepy fright.

Moen was like a cat with fur-frost, all the hairs on his arms stood on end.

He became more and more sure of the weirdness of this illusion.

There is no obvious danger here, but it frightens him everywhere.

After everyone realized Moen's intrusion, the bewildered look reappeared again, and they were able to divert their attention from the food, and turned their heads to look at him in unison.

His eyes were still sticky and muddy, filled with what could be called sweet malice.

"Bridge—come with me!" Moen's voice trembled. He ran to the stairs one step at a time, turned around to face the dining room not far away, and leaned back slightly. tilt.

He was extremely nervous, and the palm of the hand holding the handle of the stairs was sweating profusely.

But after he had been staring closely at Bridge, who was looking very strange, he walked slowly, and then he took the steps that he wanted to move a long time ago.

It always felt too dangerous to leave Bridge alone in this weird place.

It wasn't until he led the people up to the second floor that Moen relaxed his tense nerves for a moment.

But out of some unclear intuition, he still chose to lean his back against the wall tightly to gain some sense of security.

I don't know if it was a hallucination, but he smelled a bloody smell here again. Although it was slightly different from the smell he smelled before, it still gave people a very bad feeling.

Moen tidied up his messy thoughts and was about to speak, but after meeting Bridge's eyes, he almost forgot his purpose of calling him to have a conversation.

"Bridge..." Moen was stunned for a second, "You, are you okay?" He asked hesitantly.

Bridge lowered his head, but secretly raised a pair of eyes to look at Moen from time to time, and quickly lowered his eyes again.

On the surface, his expression and body movements seemed to be somewhat inexplicably respectful, but they couldn't help but feel a little weird.

At least he didn't use this posture to face himself before dinner, Moen frowned.

"Did those people say something to you?" He suppressed his sensitive and delicate emotions and spoke softly.

Bridge shook his head, then licked his lips.

"Moen, what do you want to tell me?"

Hearing the other party's question, Moen secretly heaved a sigh of relief, but quickly clenched his fists silently after thinking of his appeal.

"Bridge, I...forgot my past. Can you tell me, what kind of person am I?" He pursed his lips and looked at Bridge with a complicated expression.

Bridge's shoulders shrugged, and upon hearing this, he raised his head and showed a slightly exaggerated smile.

"As I guessed, Moen, you really didn't forget me, nor did you abandon us, but you were controlled by those hateful rich people." His tone sounded very happy, and the whole person stepped forward He took a step forward, "Moen, I knew you weren't someone who would abandon your companions, right?"

His state is full of contradictions.

Bridge shouldn't be a person with such a character, his tone wouldn't be so forceful and weird, and his emotions wouldn't be so crazy and jumpy - Moen judged in his heart.

Bridge had expressed similar thoughts to him during the first conversation on the deck, and his performance at that time was more reasonable and more in line with his character.

Yes, he knew Bridge well, and that was one of the things that made Moen feel wrong.

He shouldn't have understood the other party so clearly, and shouldn't have clearly denied in his heart that the other party's behavior was different from the past, and they didn't know each other at all.

There are too many contradictory things.

"Sorry, I can't give you an accurate answer yet, my memory is very confused right now." Moen tried his best to ignore those unexplainable confused thoughts, and said after considering, "So, if you really know me very well, please tell me Can you tell me about my past?"

Bridge's eyes flickered, and there was a bit of suppressed excitement between his brows. He replied: "Of course. We grew up together, Moen, have you forgotten everything about Cape Mans Harbor?"

Without waiting for Moen's confirmation, he continued: "We also come from a poor seaport town, our parents died in sea accidents, you became an orphan very early, and I have my mother-in-law... She once said that you It was picked up, but I don’t know about it. Two months ago, the big capitalists came to Cape Mans Harbor to recruit crews, and we came here to make money as sailors... Do you really, don’t you remember anything?”

Moen slowly digested Bridge's words, and nodded hesitantly. He really didn't have the slightest corresponding memory of these words in his mind.

"...A week ago, when you were fishing, you fell off the boat." Bridge seemed to suddenly remember something, his eyes widened, and his tone became agitated, "I understand, I have everything Got it! You must have been seduced by monsters in the sea after falling into the water, what my mother-in-law said is true!"

Bridge shook his head and kept repeating "It's true, there are really monsters in the sea", as if he was convincing Moen and himself.

"Do you really not remember anything, have you forgotten everything?" He confirmed to Moen again.

Seeing Moen nodding, the expression on his face was half fear and half joy, he raised his eyes to stare at Moen, and after a while, he actually smiled at the startled Moen.

"Moen, you have forgotten the most important point..." Bridge said with a smile, "We are lovers."

"...?!"

Why did Bridge say that?This is totally impossible!

Moen's brows were tightly furrowed, and he was about to leave this place without saying a word when he heard that harsh word.

Regardless of whether he considered it from a rational or emotional level, he felt extremely resistant to Bridge's last sentence, and his expression even became a little angry: "No..." You are lying to me!

Before he could say anything, Bridge quickly retorted: "The reason you feel suspicious now is because you have been bewitched by the siren!"

As he said that, he moved his body to block Moen's way. Although he still didn't try to make physical contact as if he was afraid of something, his overzealous attitude was enough to offend Moen.

"I am the person who knows you the most in this world, Moen, why don't you try to believe me?" His expression became more and more nervous, and he kept approaching.

"Step aside!"

Moen scolded.

He understood that Bridge was trying to trick him.

Was there really a problem with those meals, and why Bridge, who had seemed the only normal person here before, turned out to be so weird, even scary, after the meal.

In any case, it seems that this is an extremely wrong approach - it is extremely absurd to seek answers from illusions that do not know whether they are good or bad.

Now he couldn't see his situation at all, and he couldn't even tell who this guy named "Moen" was.

He is aware of the contradictions in the world every minute and every second, his nerves are tense all the time, his mind is filled with countless questions, and his mental state is really about to collapse!

Is it the right choice to directly ask the god who made him feel hesitant and confused?

Moen subconsciously held the log in his arms, where his only remaining sense of security was stored.

He pushed away Bridge, who was still sophistrying, with one hand, and ran towards the stairs with big strides.

But Bridge has been chasing him, like a hunter chasing prey, and there will be no good end to being chased—until a hoarse voice sounded.

"...A low-level sailor, why did you come here? How do you apologize for making the adults rest?"

It seems that a third person has appeared in this corridor.

Moen's breathing became more and more rapid. He listened to the movement behind him but didn't dare to stop his movements. He ran all the way to the stairs from the second floor to the third floor.

He heard Bridgerton step down, and the voice of the answer was farther and farther away from him.

"Sorry, Lord Duke, I...I..."

"Okay, come with me to find Dr. Devon, young master, he's not feeling well." The man called "Duke" ordered.

"..."

Maybe it was because Moen was so distracted to listen to the conversation, he stepped on the ground and fell forward in embarrassment.

Although he used his hands to support the momentum of the fall, the log in his arms fell out and rolled from the stairs all the way back to the second floor.

Moen turned subconsciously and went down to pick it up. It was at this turn that he suddenly caught a glimpse of the slender, serrated blade on the ground not far away.

Before he even had time to think about why there was such a thing on the ground at the end of the corridor, he quickly took the blade and the wood into his hand.

This is exactly the tool he needs most now, and he can't stay for a moment longer.

Standing up, Moen quietly glanced in Bridge's direction.

Unexpectedly, this glance made him see an extremely unreasonable existence.

The man standing opposite Bridge was wearing a suit and vest. Although he was talking to Bridge, his head was always bowed like a hangman. From a physiological point of view, it is impossible for any living person to bend his head to be equal to him. radian.

The flaw is so big that it seems to deliberately attract Moen's attention

This is clearly... a dead person.

Moen had lost the strength of shock.

But Bridge, who was standing close to "Duke", did not respond.

No, not without reaction, Bridge turned his head and gave him a deep look.

His eyes were full of malice.

Sweet malice.

Under this gaze, Moen mechanically cut the blade into the log, and then pulled it out stiffly. A few strands of sawdust were brought out during the movement, and they all flew down to the floor covered with a thin layer of dust.

He watched the dead "Duke" walking side by side with Bridge towards the door of the room opposite the stairs, his chest heaving violently.

He thought he'd freaked out, but he didn't seem to.

Everything he had experienced these days kept replaying in his mind.

He felt more and more dizzy, and the pain of the blade accidentally cutting his finger became numb.

Contradictions, conflicts, anger, gluttony, malice, suspicion, abnormality, weirdness, and even death...

To say that there is no logical answer to all of this would be a far too botched hoax.

Or……

It's a game just for him

...Try, explore.