[Zhongyingmei] Devouring the sky

After crying for a while, Fenrir remembered that he was in this unknown place, and his family would be very worried if they couldn't find him. He sniffed, thought for a while and changed back to his human form.

Fenrir in human form is a little bean with three heads and a body, with a pouty face, big eyes, and a small pink mouth, so beautiful and cute.He was wearing a little green dress, and around his neck was a golden necklace with the letter X. This necklace was a birthday present that Blaise used his magnetic field ability to make for Fenrir. Blaze also asked Hank to install it in it. He created a child version of AI. His original intention was that this AI could help him take care of Fenrir when he was not around Fenrir, but Fenrir always used it as a mobile phone.

At this moment, Fenrir pulled out the necklace, then poked the button behind the letter X with his finger, and turned on the AI ​​on it.

"Hi~ Biscuit, are you awake?"

The letter X lit up for a moment, and then a voice similar to that of Blaise sounded: "Yes, Your Highness, may I have some biscuits for you?"

"Help me contact Blaise, oh, wait, they are all in Asgard now, you must not be able to contact me. Then, help me contact Miss Potts and ask her to send someone to pick me up." Fenrir said .

"Okay, Your Highness."

The letter X lit up again, and Fenrir stared at it sniffing, expecting Miss Potts' gentle voice to come from inside, but this time he was destined to be disappointed, because Biscuit said apologetically after 1 minute: "Your Highness, I can't receive the Stark Industries satellite signal, and the call can't be made. Do you want to replace the satellite connection?"

Fenrir didn't know much about satellites, so he nodded confusedly: "Yes, as long as you can make a call."

"Okay, Your Highness."

The letter X lit up again, and after 1 minute, Biscuit said sorry again: "Your Highness, I tried to connect to three different satellites, and the results all showed that Miss Potts's number was empty, and then I tried to contact the Avengers Building After several customer service calls, it still shows that the number is empty, may I ask your highness to continue contacting Miss Potts or change the contact person?"

"Why can't I get through? Well, help me contact Blaize's family, and hope that someone is there." Fenrir kicked the small stone next to his feet, he was a little worried about this, Blaize told him before In order to be able to attend his father's birthday party, Charles and the others specially gave the students a few days off. Fenrir felt that the chances of those students still obediently staying in school were very small.

However, Fenrir will probably never know whether those students stayed in the school after all, because this time the number is still displayed as empty.

"Well, why can't the Blaze family get through? It's never been done before. Now I can only call Uncle Braised Egg." Fenrir is generally not very willing to bother S.H.I.E.L.D. because the director He's too calculating, if they come to pick him up, Director Brain Dan will definitely make his family return favors in the future, that's really annoying.

However, this time the phone call still failed.

Fenrir sighed exaggeratedly when he heard the result. He squatted on the ground and poked the letter X in his hand fiercely, and said, "Bisscuit, are you broken? Why can't you get through any calls? Now we What should I do?"

The biscuit didn't care about the master's "cruel" treatment of him. After a few seconds of silence, it said: "Your Highness, I'm afraid I have some bad news to tell you."

"what?"

"I just hacked into the government network, and found no information about S.H.I.E.L.D., superheroes, or mutants in reality. Your Highness, I think it's not me that's malfunctioning, but the world is malfunctioning."

"Biscuit, I don't quite understand your words." Fenrir scratched his face, the world has malfunctioned, what is this malfunction?

"Your Highness, I checked relevant historical information and found that the historical trend of this world after World War II is completely different from what I know."

Fenrir looked confused: "World War II?"

"Your Highness, you have missed the point. I mean, I think we have come to the legendary parallel world."

"parallel world?"

"Yes, Your Highness, there are no mutants or superheroes here. His Majesty Sol and His Highness Loki have never been here. They only exist in comics in this world."

"What do you mean?"

"This means that you may not be able to go home temporarily." Biscuit said regretfully.

"Temporary, no, way, back, home?" Fenrir blinked, blinked again, and cried again with an "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The terrified Fenrir couldn't wait to throw himself into his father's arms for comfort, and it was definitely a huge blow to him not to be able to go home.

"Your Highness, please believe that His Majesty Saul will find you soon, please don't be too sad."

"But what should we do next, I don't want to live in the forest, and I don't want to have no food." Fenrir said crying.

"Your Highness, please rest assured that Biscuit will take care of you for the next time and will never let you suffer."

Biscuit's voice carried a little trill of excitement. As an AI that was created to take care of Fenrir, it never performed its duties before. Biscuit is very happy that Fenrir is gone, but Fenrir will definitely not let Fenrir find out about this, otherwise Fenrir will definitely report to Blaize after returning.

"Then I'm hungry, can you prepare me something to eat?" Fenrir didn't have time to finish his snacks in Asgard, and now he felt that he was so hungry that he could eat dozens of cows.

"Your Highness, please wait a moment, Biscuit must first find a suitable identity for you, so that you can go out to eat."

"Then hurry up," Fenrir said, touching his flat belly.

The letter X flashed continuously, and after dozens of seconds, the biscuit said; "Your Highness, I think I have found the right identity for you. A man named Mark Smith from a place a mile away from here a week ago via the Internet from a The seller bought a four-year-old child. He ate the child three days ago, and then saved the eating video in the computer. I have deleted the seller's information and video, leaving only the video Purchased the record, and replaced that child’s photo with Your Highness’s. Now, Your Highness, please sneak into Smith’s house and hide according to my instructions. The police here are chasing Smith, and they are expected to find him in an hour. Your Highness, please Create an illusion to make Smith commit suicide in front of the police, and then let the police find you, and then you can live in this world instead of that boy."

"Oh, biscuit, you did a good job, let's go now." Fenrir stood up with a dazed face. He didn't understand much about biscuit, but Fenrir was already too hungry. It's time to ask questions. Anyway, Blaise said that Biscuit will take care of him.

A few minutes later, Fenrir came to Mark Smith's house. This man lived on the edge of the forest, and there were a few scattered houses nearby. At this time, Smith hadn't come back. Fenrir quietly entered the kitchen through the back door, and then A bag of chocolate bars was found in the freezer.

"I don't like this brand. The chocolate bars of this brand don't taste good at all." Fenrir pouted with disgust, but he quickly stuffed the chocolate bars into his mouth.

No way, this Smith doesn't seem to like snacks very much. Apart from this bag of chocolate bars, there is only a plate of raw meat and a lot of beer in his refrigerator. As a good boy, Fenrir will never eat raw meat and beer Yeah, so all he can eat is this bag of nasty chocolate bars.

"Your Highness, I suggest you eat quickly. According to the road monitoring, Mark Smith will arrive home in about 5 minutes. You have to find a place to hide immediately."

"Okay." Fenrir walked around the kitchen with a chocolate bar in his mouth, looked through every possible hiding place, and finally chose the large freezer next to the washing machine.This freezer is very big, it can hold four or five Fenrir, and it is empty inside, Fenrir can lie in it, the most important thing is that he likes cold places.

"It's good here, although it smells a bit bloody." Fenrir said and stuffed the last chocolate bar into his mouth, and after he threw all the packaging bags into the trash can, Fenrir lay down comfortably in the freezer.

Five minutes later, Mark Smith entered the room with a briefcase. He closed the door and turned on the TV in the living room. Then he went upstairs to take a shower, changed into a set of home clothes, and came down to make dinner.

This is Smith's favorite time of the day. He hummed softly to the music on the TV and took out the plate of raw meat from the refrigerator. He carefully sliced ​​the piece of meat and put it into a large bowl. To marinate.This is the last bit of his stock, from the inner thigh of a young girl, and he is going to fry the slices of meat in butter until they are golden on both sides after they are marinated, then sprinkle them with a little spice, and serve them with his elaborate sauce. will be delicious.

And, of course, some vegetable broth to go with it.Smiling, Smith chopped up some more vegetables, which he sautéed in a pot, then added water to start a simmer.

The kitchen was soon filled with the smell of food. Smith looked at the pieces of meat in the big bowl that had absorbed the seasoning and started to turn brown, and stuck out his tongue to lick the corner of his mouth.

The meat of a girl's legs is always very delicious, tender and chewy, but it is still a little inferior compared to the tender skin of a child.Just like the well-fed child a few days ago, his meat is so fresh and tender that people can't forget it.It's a pity that there are so few children like this. The average family in the United States feeds their children as rough as feeding pigs. They always feed them takeaway and fried food, which makes those children's bodies full of hormones and food additives. The meat of the children of the rich family is delicious and clean, but such a child is too dangerous to catch, and the police will chase Wei'er like wild dogs to find him.

"Fucking bastard!" Thinking of this, Smith couldn't help cursing. He knew that he had made a small mistake when he caught the girl last time, which always made him feel uneasy. He was worried that the police had noticed now. him.

The meat slices in the bowl were fully marinated in a short time. Smith heated the pan, then put butter, green onion and ginger into it and stir-fried. The aroma permeated again, and even penetrated into the gap of the freezer.

"Google." Fenrir couldn't help swallowing. He pulled the letter X to his mouth and asked in a low voice, "Cookie, can you see what Smith is cooking? It tastes so delicious!"

"Yes." Biscuit also answered in a low voice, then he turned on the projection mode, and at the same time opened the camera of the laptop computer on the dining room table through remote control. You can clearly see the situation of the entire kitchen, and you can also see the situation at the gate through the full-length mirror hanging at the kitchen door.

"He's frying meat slices, it looks really delicious." Fenrir took a deep breath, and the aroma from outside the freezer kept drilling into his nose. Fenrir felt that the chocolate bar he had just eaten was already in his mouth. His stomach disappeared without a trace, and now he really wants to eat that pot of sliced ​​meat.

"Your Highness, you can't eat it. According to the analysis of the texture of the muscle, it should be human flesh. Your Highness Loki does not allow you to eat human flesh."

"Human flesh! I don't want to eat it!" Fenrir stuck out his tongue in disgust, and his hunger instantly turned into nausea.

Smith's fillets were quick to fry, and he served them on a beautiful white china plate with a few cilantro sprigs on the side for garnish, which made the dish look pretty.

"Perfect!"

Smith exclaimed happily. He picked up the plate and was about to bring it to the dining table, when there was a sudden knock on the door.

Smith felt that his good mood had been ruined, and he shouted to the outside in a rough voice: "Who is it?"

"I, Mrs. James, are here to collect the rent. Mark, you haven't paid me this month's rent yet."

The angry voice of Mrs. James, the landlady outside the door, came in. Smith reluctantly put down his food and walked out of the kitchen, but when he came to the living room, he immediately became vigilant. Smith had lived in this house for five or six years. He had known his landlady for years, and he knew that Mrs. James never went out after dark, and it was going to be dark now.

"Mrs. James, I don't have enough cash right now, maybe you can wait until tomorrow?" Smith replied while taking out the drugs in the drawer.

"Of course, but I think we need to talk about rent increases, Mark," said Mrs. James.

Smith quietly retreated to the kitchen door. He hid sideways behind the door frame, raised his gun and shouted at the door: "Can we talk tomorrow, Mrs. James, I don't have time now."

Hearing Smith's answer, several FBIs standing outside the door looked at each other. The brown-haired square-faced man Hochner who stood at the front immediately asked the police behind him to take Mrs. James away, and stood beside him. Morgan, a black bald man, kicked open the door in front of Mrs. James after Mrs. James was taken away.

"Don't move! FBI!"

Seeing the FBI rushing in, Smith knew that he was doomed this time, but he was not as scared as he thought. Smelling the smell of meat in the air, he felt that his mood improved.

"I knew you would come, let me guess who you came to save? The girl?"

"Mark Smith, put down the gun in your hand, you are already surrounded, don't make unnecessary resistance." Morgan shouted, he already smelled the smell of meat in the air, which made him feel very sick, according to their According to the profile, Smith should be a pure ogre, he does not eat any meat other than human flesh, which means that what they smell now should be human flesh.

"Oh, you feel disgusted? This is the last piece of meat of the girl you are looking for. Dear Mr. Police Officer, your behavior like this will make her feel very sad!" Smith said and walked away from behind the door frame After coming out, he confidently walked to the back of the cupboard and looked greedily at the plate in front of him. No matter what, he would finish eating the meat today.

"Don't talk nonsense, put down your gun, immediately!" Morgan yelled again, he was almost unable to restrain his vomiting, he felt that he would vomit on the spot if he spent more time with Smith.

Fortunately, Smith didn't seem to have much intention of entanglement. After Morgan finished speaking, he suddenly asked: "If I put down the gun, you won't shoot me, will you?"

"Raise your left hand, then slowly lower your gun, we will not attack you."

"Okay then," Smith said, and then he raised his left hand while slowly lowering the gun in his right hand to the table.

The FBI were closely watching Smith's movements, and they did not relax their attention, because criminals often play tricks at the last moment.And this time, Smith once again verified their guess. The moment his gun touched the countertop, Smith suddenly squatted down and hid behind the cabinet, and at the same time he took the plate of meat.

"Damn!"

At this moment, almost every FBI is cursing in their hearts. They all know the reason why Smith took the plate. It is precisely because they know that it makes people feel more angry, but they can't shoot a few shots at the cabinet to prevent Smith from eating. After dropping the last piece of the girl's flesh, they could only shout at him uselessly: "Mark Smith, don't hold back, you can't escape."

Behind the cupboard, Smith wolfed all the meat into his mouth, then poked his head out from the side of the cupboard, chewed and smiled viciously at the FBI, saying, "I don't want to run away! "

Seeing Smith's arrogant smile, Morgan restrained his anger and shouted: "Put down your gun, raise your hand and come out from behind, immediately!!!"

"No!" Smith replied.

Fenrir watched the confrontation outside with relish in the freezer, and Biscuit had to remind him: "Your Highness, quickly release the illusion to make Smith commit suicide."

"Oh, now?" Fenrir took a breath, then he pursed his lips and cast an illusion on Smith outside. Smith is still okay.

So Smith, who was triumphantly teasing the FBI, immediately felt something strange. He felt something around his neck blowing at him. He turned his head uncomfortable and saw a huge The zombie dog opened its bloody mouth wide open to him, and the stinky saliva flowed down its mouth. Smith could even see the flesh foam caught between the teeth of this giant beast.

"Ah!" Smith yelled and ran out from behind the cupboard. He wanted to rush to the door, but saw that the FBI who had been standing in front had all turned into a zombie dog with only saliva on it. The eyes of the zombie dogs all had a bloodthirsty red light.

They will tear him apart!

Smith thought in horror, then he raised his gun and pulled the trigger on a zombie dog standing in the front.

"Bang! Boom!"

The gunshot rang out, and Smith fell to the ground trembling. He looked weakly at the zombie dogs surrounding him one by one, and finally closed his eyes in fear.

"What's going on?" Morgan inserted his gun and stared at Smith's body with puzzled eyes. He couldn't understand Smith's behavior pattern. He was obviously still confronting them the last second. How could he panic from behind the cabinet the next second? Running out, and the way Smith looked at him before he died was really weird, that kind of fear didn't seem to be directed at him.

"Whatever, he jumped out suddenly, causing me to almost drop the gun in my hand." The black-haired female detective Emily said, she couldn't figure out what happened to Smith in the last few seconds , but she is not in the mood to take care of this now, she just wants to leave this house full of human flesh smell quickly.

"I don't think I want to eat meat for the next month." FBI blond liaison officer JJ said, clutching her chest. She felt very uncomfortable now. Smith actually ate the victim's last piece of meat in front of them. She simply didn't know how to face the victim's parents afterwards.

"Let's go back, JJ, you look very uncomfortable." FBI's genius little doctor Redela held JJ's arm. In the whole group, he has the best relationship with JJ, and he is now very worried about JJ's condition.

"I'm fine, I'm just a little sick." JJ shook her head, and led Rhett to the door together. She felt that staying in this room for a second would be a torment, and she urgently needed fresh air outside.

"boom."

Just as everyone started to walk out, there was a sudden noise from the kitchen. They immediately took out the guns on their waists and walked slowly towards the source of the sound.

"Morgan." Hotchner glanced at Morgan, then walked to the edge of the freezer and grabbed the lid of the freezer.

Morgan nodded at Hotchner, walked to the other side of Hotchner, and pointed the gun into the freezer.

Hotchner held his breath, and then opened the freezer door in an instant.

"Oh, God!" Morgan exclaimed a second later, and then he hugged Fenrir covered in frost from the freezer with red eyes, and shouted anxiously while rushing out: "Doctor, we need a doctor .”

Everyone followed behind in disbelief, their hearts raised.