【St. Ford’s Hospice】 An asylum is an orphanage. The door of the orphanage was open. The night wind blew along the corridor and out of the front hall, making a low whistle. Chapter 29 Why Don’t You Eat? Casimir had been here during the day. The St. Ford Shelter was built 27 years ago to house children in Nanxinze who lost their families due to accidents. Its founder was Warren Ford, and the original name was Ford Asylum. Because he was rewarded by the parish for his charity work over the years, the prefix "Saint" was officially added to Warren Ford's name after his death. But this place has long been abandoned. During the day, he asked around and got the following feedback: not long after Warren Ford's death, a brutal murder occurred in the asylum. After the incident was settled, there was a rumor that the place was haunted.
Since Warren Ford had no descendants, the asylum was managed by community organizations after his death. Most of the material funds here came from public donations and government grants. Then, because the legend of the haunting became more and more intense, it affected several families in the surrounding area, causing them to move away. People gradually changed their views on St. Ford's Asylum. Not only did public donations decrease significantly, but many children who came out of the asylum chose to escape from here when they grew up and never came back. Over time, the shelter fell into serious losses. The community had no choice but to suspend its shelter business in accordance with relevant regulations and prepare to auction the house. "No one dares to take it over." Casimir still remembered the old woman's sighing expression during the day. "It is said that there are more than a dozen children's ghosts in it, and they will come out to cry and make noise every night." So it was abandoned. The yard is overgrown with weeds. The fence is covered with rust. Even thieves are too lazy to patronize here. Casimir always scoffed at such legends, so after saying goodbye to the old woman, he slipped in and walked around the three-story building. His feelings were nothing special. Although there are three floors, each floor is not large. Judging from the layout of the rooms, this building was originally built according to the specifications of a residential building, and it was later converted into an asylum. "Is this it?" he asked Matt. "That's it!" Matt nodded. It was obvious that he was very nervous. Casimir's arm around his shoulder did not make him resist, but he took the initiative to move closer to him. What is he afraid of...? Casimir glanced at him. "Where are the others?" "He should still be in the piano room... follow me, eh?" Matt was about to lead the way when he discovered that Casimir had stepped into the corridor before him. "I've been here before." Casimir smiled at him. "Think about why we met. I also live nearby, right?" "Is...is that so?" Matt hurriedly followed, his mind a little confused. "Of course~ Since someone has thought of organizing this kind of activity, I think it may not be limited to this place. Because it is not easy to meet all those conditions at the same time. This all looks like it has been carefully planned..."
"Is your transit time 15 minutes too, Matt?" he asked suddenly. "How did you know?" Matt looked shocked. "Because I am too." He lied without changing his expression. "I guess this is not the only Holy Fruit Society. This is just one of their bases. The people gathered are all those who can travel within 15 minutes from this building." Matt looked at him, his eyes shining. He felt that this new companion was somewhat unusual, really... he was so smart! When they were almost at the piano room, Casimir shut up and stopped talking. All the rooms here have no doors. Due to lack of maintenance, the doors had long been eaten away by insects and ants, and were either hanging miserably on the door frames or lying on the ground like garbage. Entering the piano room, Casimir quickly scanned the room. There was a broken piano in the corner, surrounded by rows of tattered wooden chairs...it was the same layout as during the day. The difference is that there are more people here. One, two, three, four… six in total, including him and Matt. "You're late, Matt." One of the young men wearing glasses frowned and glared at them, "...Who is next to you?" "My name is Cassi." Casimir introduced himself. "Like him, I am a newcomer. I came here with the book because I heard the sound." "Have you been to the library?" the man asked him. "I have been there." Casimir clenched his fists. Fortunately, the man did not dwell on this issue and did not go into it in depth, probably because he was in a hurry to discuss other important matters. After all, it only takes about 15 minutes to go back and forth. This time is only enough for one person to put the book in, and after saying a few more words, they have to rush back, which is quite tight. "Haytham is dead." It seemed that everyone was present. The man walked to the front and looked at the other five people. "Robert was the one who did it, and then he sacrificed himself to the Lord to keep the secret." "..." "..." The atmosphere in the room became increasingly tense. Others looked nervous and frightened. Casimir was shocked. Was Robert really accused of murdering Haytham?
why? Did Haytham do something that they couldn't tolerate, forcing them to kill him to silence him? “This is a warning!” The young man suddenly shouted in a low voice. "You have already gained the benefit! Don't try to subvert it! Don't sell out the information there!" No one answered. "Then... let's get started." The man glanced around and changed his tone when he spoke again. Low and cold. Like the wind blowing across a lake in winter. Hearing this, Casimir noticed that everyone else, including Matt, breathed a sigh of relief. Then he suddenly stared - when he saw Matt, he actually took out a book from the bag, opened his mouth to his ears, and opened it to about 160 degrees like a snake, and took the book into his mouth in one bite! Crunch!Crunch! The others followed suit, and soon the room was filled with the sound of chewing paper. It's chewing, not eating. They don't swallow these books - this one doesn't. After a book is chewed for a few seconds, it will be spit out. At this time, the book has become a waste paper ball filled with saliva. As soon as it hits the ground, it falls limply and turns into ash at a very fast speed. "vomit--" A middle-aged man next to him suddenly bent over and his tongue extended from his mouth. As Casimir watched in shock, the tip of the tongue gradually swelled and actually took out a bright fruit the size of an orange! "Pfft!" "Pfft!" Soon, fruits began to pile up in front of everyone. Casimir suppressed his shock and continued to observe, noticing that the oral structure of these people was not normal. It's not just about being able to open its mouth so wide and having a terrifying bite force. But...their tongues...these tongues actually grow out of the upper palate! This is incredible! He was 100% sure that these people were supposed to be normal humans...but after they "awakened", that is, after they gained extra wisdom and became creative, they became like this! Is this the truth about "wisdom"?
These fruits...is this what the Holy Fruit Society means? "Cassie, dear brother." Just as he was immersed in shock, a hand suddenly rested on his shoulder. Turn around. It's Matt. Matt's mouth was open, with both rows of teeth exposed. His long tongue had just produced a bright red fruit, and then it slipped back in. "Matt..." Casimir smiled stiffly, "What's the matter?" "Book." Matt pointed to what he was holding. "Why... don't you eat?" -------- Thanks to: Ryogi Kan'ya, Haha Hanhan, Exploding Watermelon, Gale Quyin... for their blades and rewards~ Thanks for your support~ ps: Okay, since you guys want to know what the internet outage is about. The internet was down at around 1 . yesterday. It was indeed down, and it wasn't fixed until 11 . the next day. The master said that both the optical modem and router were good, but the optical modem's cable was plugged in incorrectly, into the TV's port. When he said that, I remembered that when I was tinkering with it last night, I seemed to vaguely... I changed the socket of that wire. Because the router also has many sockets, I thought there was no difference, so I changed it. Then I forgot about it because I was too angry. When the master started to ask me, I said I hadn't touched it. When the master left, he was still muttering why he plugged it in the wrong way and made the excuse that there was internet before. I thought about it and decided to let this remain a mystery for his whole life. ps2: In order to prevent further incidents, we will try to update during the day in the future. Chapter 30: Entering the Game As Matt asked the question, everyone else... shifted their gaze to Casimir's face, half-narrowing their eyes dangerously. Casimir was extremely panicked, he knew that he must have been suspected. He quickly calculated in his mind whether he could win by pulling out the gun at this moment...but within a second, his mind told him that he would be courting death. The place was too small, and these people were too close to him. As long as he drew his gun, conflict was inevitable. Assuming they still had human weaknesses that allowed them to be killed by bullets, he could only kill three people at best before being close-ranged. By then, even if these guys didn't have any other skills, just their bite force, which was enough to chew books into pieces, would be enough to kill him with one bite.
But if he didn't do it, he wouldn't be able to imitate these bastards... If he just tore off the papers page by page and put them in his mouth to chew - or even swallow and eat them, he could delay for a while, and then maybe find a chance to slip away. But stretch your mouth to your ears? Put a book in it and chew it up? He can't. This is really impossible.
