"Wild Duck Country"

I have all the strength but I don't know where to vent it.

That is not the case.

It's not that Nakahara Chuuya is not good at thinking, but his strength is too deeply rooted in people's hearts, as if there is no opponent that gravity cannot crush. As a collection of absolute power, wisdom seems irrelevant here.

“I like duck tongue.”

With the obvious hint from the other party, Nakahara Chuuya immediately understood the current situation. However, even so, his personality made it impossible for him to follow the plot and be evasive, and he finally chose to remain silent.

There was only a circle of diners around.

When the knife was handed to Nakahara Chuuya, and everyone was looking forward to the feast that would pass through his hands, he seemed even more silent, with only confusion and disbelief revealed on his expression.

Unexpectedly, after skipping the redundant sacrifices in the middle, he, one of the five major cadres, would be the one to prepare the last dinner for everyone.

"Duck tongue, and duck brain."

The little girl reminded him, the expectation in her eyes was completely integrated into the big family. Only Luanbu was left, holding a lollipop, looking at the altar in the distance, with an indifferent look, out of tune with everyone.

There is nothing wrong with it being considered the default.

Nakahara Chuuya let out a breath, hesitantly took his hands out of his coat, and without taking off his black gloves, he directly took the knife. He stared at the roast duck on the plate with a slightly sinister expression.

As the knife fell, the audience cheered.

Duck! Duck! Delicious duck! I love duck the most!

The audience held their chopsticks and sang in chorus.

At the beginning, everyone ate in a certain order: head, claws, legs, wings, and internal organs. Seeing that the duck, which was not big to begin with, was getting smaller and smaller, a fat man next to him became increasingly anxious. He wiped off the sweat from the smoke from the stove, and suddenly squeezed in, completely forgetting etiquette, stretched out his short and fat five fingers and directly reached into the plate, and then stuffed the spoils he had obtained before everyone came to their senses into his mouth. The man's greasy fingers were rubbing his face randomly, as if he was racing against time.

He completely abandoned his dignity!

This action seemed to have touched a taboo switch. The person behind him pulled the bloated man to the back and started to do the same thing, pressing most of the duck directly into his mouth! The wing tips left outside the mouth waved with a ridiculous humor.

There was no need for knives, fingers and teeth would do; there was no need for plates, some people just turned on the oven, not caring about the blisters on their hands, and started eating to their heart's content; there was no need for restraint and etiquette, as everyone degenerated, they all tacitly abandoned their bottom line. People gathered in groups of three or four, sharing the duck, possessed, as if they were performing some kind of witchcraft ritual.

Not a single ray of moonlight was willing to look at this disgusting scene.

The dish was knocked over, and the dark brown juice flowed down the grooves on the table. A dozen duck heads that fell out blinked their gray and white puffy eyes and smiled.

So disgusting.

"People who write this kind of stuff have no right to say this."

Watching this farce, Nakahara Chuuya retorted to me with an unpleasant expression.

It turns out that I just expressed my inner feelings.

"Ah, so I hate you?"

"What is there to be proud of?"

Do you need to ask such a disgusting thing?

I lowered my head to think, then asked, "Rounding off is terrible, right?"

"It's weird in the first place, and normal people can't stand it at all."

That's great. It's also a kind of recognition.

I laughed.

Nakahara Chuuya's expression suddenly became very complicated.

"......Hey, is that train important to you?"

"Kiragi Station? It's like my child."

I answered, not noticing the sudden freeze in my surroundings.

To be honest, I don't have a deep feeling for them. I've said before that I never call myself the creator, nor do I think I have such a grandiose greatness. But at least I wrote this story, and it's not too much to take advantage of it after all the hard work.

"But... never mind. It was me who smashed the car."

He admitted directly, "But it was you who attacked me first. It has nothing to do with what you said about 'getting hurt and then counterattacking'."

"Isn't it natural that people would be attacked if they were involved in a supernatural story?"

I retorted.

"Then isn't it natural for me to fight back?"

Finally, he showed that unbridled look again, as if he would not be intimidated by anything.

"So, isn't it only natural that 'those who commit crimes must be committed by others'?"

As it should be.

The implications of these words chilled me to the bone.

Yes, it was because I was too weak. The game imposed constraints on both parties, and the elimination of the weak was always so insignificant.

Thinking back now, my complaints back then seem self-indulgent.

"Then I was wrong."

I said with difficulty.

But, who would fight NPCs in a haunted house? It usually costs money, two hundred for one punch!

Don't ask me how I know.

"No, you are."

The person on the other side made a "tsk" sound, as if he had a headache about this.

"After all, I smashed your tram. Anyway, come back to Hong Kong with me. Let's go."

"It's time to settle the account and put it to rest. Besides, you don't want to keep hiding like this."

He said.

The person on the other side always gave Nakahara Chuuya a strange feeling that his behavior was illogical. He was very concerned and considerate, but he was ruthless in his actions. He seemed difficult to communicate with, but he could cooperate with him perfectly at a certain moment. However, he admitted his mistakes so quickly, which caught him off guard.

But even if he admitted his mistake and sincerely believed that his behavior was wrong, the scene before him remained unchanged, still a scene of chaos and disorder.

Nakahara Chuuya instinctively felt that something was wrong.

As expected, the tone of the person on the other side turned sarcastic.

"Kirsaragi Station dies under your gravity.

But not in Wild Duck Country. ”

"This is nothing. The main content is coming later."

A pair of perfectly symmetrical eyes, with clear black and white, looked straight at Nakahara Chuuya.

The smile squeezed the eyes into a crescent shape, filled with malice.

Under the guidance of another "strong man", the following text is full of human destruction and ruin.

That strong man who kills people at will.

Well, this wave is a legal counterattack.

"I will crush anything that dares to be my enemy."

Nakahara Chuuya raised his chin slightly, and the corners of his mouth formed a frightening arc.

"Then let me see what you call the text—"

Mafia, they have seen everything, evil, dirty, ugly, but this is a city they use for business, how can they tolerate -

Suddenly something changes.

Before I could reply, I saw Nakahara Chuuya, who was radiating pressure all the time, suddenly collapse into a small orange object. Before I could take a closer look, the object suddenly expanded again - I was also shrunk along with it.

This orange object is thin at the top and wide at the bottom. It has a long cylindrical structure at the top with an inverted hook at the top. The bottom is like an ellipse, but there is a bulge on both sides of the ellipse.

I tilted my head and looked for a long time, then suddenly realized it was a duck!

The plot was pushed forward again, and the man eventually turned into a duck.

He just made a harsh statement.

“Gah.”

We both started staring at each other.

It turns out that the reading of harsh words can be interrupted. Oops, I'm going to get embarrassed for others. Ah, he turned his head up like a duck, so amazing...

I tried hard to pull back my gradually divergent thoughts, so now we start to follow the plot.

【“Hata-kun, I like to eat duck tongue and duck brain.”

Yuko Ohara said embarrassedly, and only heard Riku Hatta say that it was not difficult. He untied the head, used a tool to open the skull, inserted his finger into the hole in the duck's lower jaw, opened the duck's mouth, and revealed the oval duck tongue.

People had already started gnawing on duck cheeks and duck fingers, and the atmosphere was filled with joy under the candlelight.

“Is it delicious?”

The locals asked, and the people who came here to see the annual duck feast gave a thumbs up. What they didn't know was that the people around them were either confused or couldn't help laughing. 】

As the "white-mat person", Nakahara Chuuya guided the guests to eat, following the role of Hatta Riku; as a "guest", I symbolically asked for duck tongue, following the role of Ohara Yuko, but there was still a detective missing.

[The stranger's face suddenly turned ugly.]

This person must be sick.

"Finally one day, they saw me killing a duck."

The old woman smiled.

"Turn back, stranger."

He suddenly felt that everything in front of him suddenly became larger, even the stooped figure of the old woman seemed majestic. After turning his head in confusion, he found that the host and the guest were reversed, and a group of ducks were sharing a huge, crispy, deep-fried animal with five senses and four limbs.

What a nice smell! He flapped his wings and rushed over to join the eating army. He stuck his sharp beak into the eye holes and sucked the juice until it was covered with oil. The whole duck lay in the belly after removing the dirt. The delicious taste made him forget everything in the world.

Suddenly a hand lifted him up.

"Send it to the duck farm."

An old voice sounded. 】

These are all from the original story, and can be considered as Edogawa Ranpo's role.

He is a foreigner who is an "investor", but now that Fujiwara is not here, who is he playing against?

I watched in a daze as the things in the oven around me gradually expanded and squeezed together, and the glass was forced to make a sound under the weight.

Until I suddenly felt a touch on my back.

Then everything went black.

.

I don't know how long it was before I woke up to a scent. There was a faint light in front of me, and I tilted my head to look at it. I saw a huge pot roasting on the fire, with a "gurgling" sound coming from inside, and a burst of strange fragrance.

This is a woodshed built of cement. The wooden door is tightly closed, and the gap is pitch black. Next to the door is an old cupboard. The screen is covered with dust, and you can't see what's inside through it, but fresh red unknown liquid is seeping out from the bottom of the cupboard. The firewood is piled up into a small mountain, right next to the stove. I guess the owner of the house didn't consider fire prevention measures...

“Bang, bang, bang!”

There was a violent banging at the door, and the wooden bolt on the door was locked, temporarily stopping the uninvited guest.

The strong vibration caused dust to fly all over the cabinet, as if something had been knocked over, and the screen window was splattered with a sticky blood color.

Isn't this worse?

As a hardcore escape room gamer, my intuition told me that something was wrong.