in a box

After a few days, Li Jing has slowly started to adapt to this chaotic life.Hunger, excretion, sleep, these are not big problems anymore.

Li Jing began to hate his excellent ability to adapt to the environment.How nice it would be if he was a spoiled baby.After being imprisoned for a few hours, you will be restless and biting your nails. After a few hours, you will be crying and kicking your legs. up.

However, Li Jing just couldn't die.He can't die.He is afraid of death.He was terrified of death.

I usually work three jobs, except for one that is relatively easy as a waiter in an acquaintance's shop, the other two are manual jobs.Moving companies and couriers.Only then would he have more pocket money, so he wouldn't starve to death.Not only does he not starve to death, he even manages to make him look like a 20-something yuppie.

In the past 10 years, Li Jing has always held his nose and despised those around him who are always complaining, always covering his heart, always being bright and sad, and even feel that if he can't buy 502 in Suguo, it means the whole world is against him.Not solid, negative thinking, yet tenacious and numerous, difficult to deal with.

But now he was lying on his side in the darkness, looking at the barely visible lunch box in the distance.The rancid smell of the lunch box can be smelled faintly.It's early summer, so it doesn't feel hot, but it's already fully fermenting acidic substances.

Li Jing felt that he was like a huge piece of dough, but his heart was not white dough, but green penicillin.

What hour is this?

He twitched his fingers, but he could tell that he had eaten a meal only about five hours ago, or maybe ten hours ago.

"Click."

A small window was opened on the gate one meter away from him, and a box of things was thrown in.

He stood up, went to the toilet first, and then walked to the door, lying on the ground, trying to reach the box.He sat in the dark again, groping around.There is a pair of chopsticks and a different paper box from last time.

"?"

He opened the box, smelled it, then poked it in with his chopsticks, dug it out, and stuffed it into his mouth.

rice.Second bite, rice.The third bite, rice.The fourth bite, rice.

Li Jing wants to cry but has no tears.

A box is full of rice.

Why not box lunch!He has already eaten the dishes of Hanshang Diet and Rongxiang Bendao, and when he comes to another family, he can rely on the triangle area to determine which residential area he is in.This person who shuts himself is too smart!Or maybe it's just too lucky!Li Jing was about to cry, but he was still very hungry and had to eat.Still afraid of death.

He wiped his temples, scooped up a mouthful of rice, stuffed it into his mouth, and silently ground it with his left molars.

Whenever he finished eating the food delivered by the prisoner, Li Jing would lie down in the corner and scratch the wall with his nails.It's not crazy or for fun, just to infer the date and time by counting the number of meals.

But this is definitely not a good way.Human nails are so fragile that they will break if you pull them casually.After it's over, it will continue to bleed and scream, and it won't grow out for a long time.

But soon Li Jing's fingernails were scratched.At the beginning, he recorded the number of food deliveries, but later he could only choose to scratch the wallpaper because his hands couldn't stand it.

It was about No. 12 days, and the food box in the corner gave off a rotten smell that was almost deadly.

In the past few days, apart from eating pure vegetables or pure rice, he has never encountered protein-containing things such as soy products and meat products.

Even if the clothes are changed, the sour smell in the room will be stained after a while.The black room is a huge fertilizer pool.Li Jing felt that the red clothes and green pants on his body were about to turn into brown clothes and gray pants.The whole person is like a black oil man, slowly collapsing and flowing to the ground.

No. 20 days, he has no strength to stand up.