Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Half an hour later, Guo Cheng moved his nose and felt his throat was inexplicably dry. He gulped down bottle after bottle of water. Sweat was pouring down his face, and his face was red and his neck was thick, looking a little scary.

Wang Hao dozed off and looked up, then he woke up with a start. He tugged at the sleeve of the person next to him and said, "Xie Nan, Su Chen, go and see what happened to Lao Guo."

"Oh my god, this isn't a rabies attack."

"...!!"

The two men raised their heads upon hearing this, frowned slightly as their eyes met the slightly red ones, and really looked a bit like rabid dogs.

Su Chen raised his hand: "Lao Guo, were you bitten by someone with rabies? Let's go get vaccinated."

Guo Cheng wiped the sweat from his forehead and explained, "It's okay. I went to the hospital for a checkup yesterday and confirmed that the wound didn't contain rabies. It wasn't bitten by someone with rabies, so don't worry."

"Are you sure? We can't be careless about this and risk losing lives."

"Well, I know. The Imperial Capital Hospital has advanced medical technology and can now detect whether there is rabies virus. The report shows no problem, so don't worry."

After the class ended, Guo Cheng hurried back to the office. He sat in the chair with his vision a little blurry. He rubbed his eyes and they recovered. He thought he just didn't sleep well.

Someone patted his shoulder. Wen Li pushed up his glasses and asked with a smile, "Old Guo, what's wrong? You look a little strange, and you're sweating. Have you been to the hospital?"

There are only three people in the small office. Wenli teaches tax law. He only has three classes a week on weekdays and rarely comes to the small office.

My head felt a bit swollen and I waved my hands weakly: "It's okay, I just didn't sleep well. I can't help it when I get older. I can't sleep at the slightest thing."

"Lao Wen, why are you in school today? I thought you were wandering around somewhere again. Tell me, did you go hiking in the snowy mountains last time?"

The two were talking and laughing when the door was pushed open.

A female teacher walked in with a basket on her arm. As she passed by, she smelled a bloody smell from the basket. It was a piece of bloody beef that she had just bought.

He said hello, "What a coincidence! We're all here in the office today. I'm telling you how lucky we are today! We just happened to run into someone selling beef on the way. It's freshly slaughtered and looks so fresh."

He held it out for them to see. It was bright red and still oozing with blood, and it looked very fresh.

The female teacher smiled and said, "My daughter said she wanted to eat beef brisket. I finished my class this morning and made it for her at noon. If you want to buy some, you can go to the North Gate."

Guo Cheng looked at the piece of beef eagerly, feeling itchy and uncomfortable, and kept swallowing his saliva: "...Teacher Wang, you said it's sold at the North Small Gate, right? Then I'll go buy a piece now."

Then he stood up, grabbed his wallet and ran out.

The two looked at the man who hurried out, looked at each other, and asked in confusion: "Old Guo doesn't eat beef, so why is he so enthusiastic this time? If I had known earlier, I would have brought him a piece."

"Well, who knows? Old Guo is old enough, so it's normal for him to have a new idea every now and then."

Not long after, the person came back and sat in his seat. He looked at the empty seats around him vigilantly, his Adam's apple rolling, and his desire for meat became stronger and stronger.

There was always a voice in my heart clamoring: Eat, eat it and you won’t be hungry anymore, eat it quickly.

Guo Cheng subconsciously squatted down and moved closer. The smell of blood became stronger and addictive in his nose. His eyes showed an obsession and he stretched out his tongue to lick the blood.

The door was pushed open with a creak. I was so scared that I shuddered and stood up subconsciously, hitting my head hard with a bang.

Three heads popped out of the door, curiously looking at Guo Cheng squatting under the table, and asked curiously: "Old Guo, what are you doing, squatting under the table and doing something bad, haha."

Wang Hao looked at him with a smile and was glared at.

Guo Cheng squatted down and put the meat bag at his feet. He said unhappily, "Pick up my pen when it falls. What are you three bastards doing here? Why don't you knock on the door for no reason?"

"Scary people can kill people. Go, go, go back to the classroom."