dramatic death

In his turbid consciousness, Yin Tong heard the "gudong" sound of swallowing in his throat.

Something sticky went down his esophagus to his stomach, leaving an explosion-like pleasure and unignorable slippery on the tip of his tongue.

Like he swallowed a whole slug.Unfortunately, it was the only food he could accept.

Because he finds it "delicious".

Yin Tong blinked slowly.

The blurred scene in the field of vision gradually became clear, the moonlight outlined the dirty ground, and depicted the broken body in front of him stroke by stroke.

— This is a dead man.

Yintong thought.

- This is my food.

The hunger that cannot be ignored eats up the remaining consciousness in his brain, and the overwhelming blood seduces his empty stomach. In the shaking vision, a pair of hands cruelly scratched the soft flesh on the corpse's stomach, and it was thrown upwards in large quantities. The dirty and bloody piece of meat was handed over, and then the indescribable delicious taste exploded on his taste buds.

Yin Tong slowly realized that the wolf-eating monster was himself.

It was he who tore open the filthy skin of the corpse, and it was he who swallowed the sticky flesh and blood.

Because he is hungry.

Hungry like crazy.

He kept filling his mouth with stinky pieces of meat, but he didn't seem to feel full no matter how much he ate.It was as if a big hole had been opened in his body, and there was a voice in his heart screaming loudly.

--not enough.

——Not enough not enough not enough I want more more more more more!

Something gushed out of his eye socket, soaking the cold floor mixed with blood.The fine raindrops passed through the lead-colored heavy clouds and merged into the dirty blood on the ground. Yin Tong suddenly stopped, and he looked blankly at everything in front of him like a child.

He lowered his head and looked at his fingers soaked in blood. The small ring on the ring finger of his left hand was already stained black, with layers of blood scabs like an ugly iron ring.

He watched the rain wash away the stains on the ring over and over again, gradually describing what it used to look like, and suddenly a strange emotion rose up and swelled his dry heart, as if a lost child found the direction of home.

He thought he had found a way to satisfy his hunger.

Yin Tong opened his mouth, full of joy, put the whole ring finger on his tongue.

He heard his heart beating wildly, and he heard the sound of his rapid and heavy breathing echoing in his ears, he closed his teeth contentedly like a child who found his favorite toy.

Amidst the explosive pain, he heard a reassuring muffled sound.

"Click"

……

"Click"

The little girl at the bar bit off the wafers that had just been placed on a china plate.Yin Tong trembled when he heard it, and watched her leaving back, unconsciously rubbing the base of his ring finger.

At 16:45, in the "afternoon tea" dessert house, Yin Tong took two pieces of covet from under the bar and stuffed them into his mouth, trying to suppress the bitterness in his mouth with chocolate.

The sudden power outage last night ended his video call with An Qi early, leaving only a lot of unsolved mysteries and a pool of cold water that made people shiver.

At that time, Yintong was still kneeling in the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, and his whole body was naked.He blinked blankly, and pressed the mobile terminal reflexively, but nothing appeared on his wrist except for some bright red light sand.

At 22:45 in the evening, the entire Central City was plunged into darkness. Yin Tong was wrapped in pajamas and stepped on the floor at -[-] degrees below zero. With the cold moonlight, he could clearly see the broken ceiling lamp in the living room.

It was dark outside the window, and the neat rows of street lamps left only vague shadows.High-rise buildings stand silently under the moonlight, covering people's vision, like a lifeless vampire.

--power cut.

Yin Tong rubbed his slippers back to the bedroom, curled up under the quilt and shivered a little.He raised his head and looked in the direction of the bedside table in the dark - he hasn't received today's letter, probably because An Qi sent it and forgot.

It's a pity that he was still waiting for the story to go.

Wrapped in a quilt, he yawned in a daze, vaguely remembering the stories told by the family nurses.She once said: "The little match girl is the god of death embraced in the cold", but Yintong always felt that the girl was not too miserable.

——At any rate, she still enjoyed the sweet dream for a while before she died, unlike me, when I close my eyes, what I greet is only overwhelming nightmares.

An overwhelming, sickening nightmare.

At 1:00 in the morning, Yin Tong woke up from a nightmare.

He gulped down the cold air, stared straight at the empty ceiling, the cloudy dream seemed to be still engraved on his retina, with the lingering blood.

He slept for less than four hours, and had several nightmares in a daze.He dreamed that he was running in an empty teaching building and shouting a person's name. He tripped over something and fell to the ground. The bulky doll behind him caught up and chopped at his neck with an exaggerated scythe.

I also dreamed that I was sitting in the library surrounded by sleeping classmates.There are dark figures hidden among the rows of bookshelves, and the distant bell is like the sound of approaching footsteps, hitting his heart one after another.

I also dreamed of street trees, dreamed of school gates with metal plates hanging, dreamed of pale school hospital exposed to the scorching sun, a man lying in the corner full of blood, soft hair filled with bright sunshine .

He heard piercing screams, his temples hurt like cracked walnuts, and the lights and shadows in front of his eyes were chaotic and noisy, and he realized that someone was calling his name non-stop. When he opened his eyes, he found himself kneeling on a In the dark and narrow alleyway.

The moonlight illuminates the mess.

The insatiable hunger surged up like a tide, tempting him to put his face close to the bloody corpse on the ground.The dim moonlight outlined the corpse's pale cheeks, and he saw the other party's messy black hair like seaweed, and those dark, empty eyes.

That's his home care.

He was digging the soft flesh on the opponent's stomach, stuffing it into the throat crazily one by one.

……

At 1:00 in the morning, Yin Tong got up from the bed and stumbled into the bathroom.

He vomited in the dark while holding the toilet, tears kept rolling out of his eyes, his temples hurt like a nail had been driven in, and the ringing in his ears was like the roar of an old engine.The sound of automatic flushing was extremely noisy, and the humid air in the bathroom seemed to be filled with blood. Yin Tong staggered and fumbled to open the shower device, and the warm and cool water poured out from the nozzle. Panting heavily, he regained his senses.

At 1:15 in the morning, Yin Tong was wrapped in cold water and curled up in the small corner of the bed.

Wrapped in a quilt, he stretched out his hand, looking at his bony fingers in the dark night.It was as if a hungry monster was hiding in the sticky darkness. It opened its foul mouth and licked his fingertips with its cold tongue.

— This is a nightmare.

He tried to convince himself.

— This is a nightmare.

He couldn't convince himself.

His brain clearly realized that these nightmares had some basis in reality, that they were real, at least to some extent, and probably actually happened in the past.

They may come from a horror game or a novel, but no matter what the real origin is, they all existed in Yintong's memory.

The long night was gradually swallowed up by the rising sun, and the thin daylight permeated the pale ceiling like a tide through the cold glass windows.Yin Tong looked at the shadow of the desk lamp on the bedside table, and moved his fingertips. Like a monster that had been frozen all night, he crawled over and took out the letter locked in the cabinet, wrapped in a quilt.

He read the diary sent by An Qi over and over again, until the sky was bright, and the doorbell at the porch rang in the silent morning.

[March 10, overcast]

This is the seventh letter he has received.

……

[March 10, overcast]

I had a nightmare.

When I woke up from a dream in the early morning, the instructor was sleeping next to me. He huddled in my arms in a daze. When he heard the sound, he stretched out his hand sleepily and touched my forehead to test my temperature.

His hands were cool and soft, resting on his head, like the cotton candy Wen He said.

I've never had such a thing as marshmallows.

Young Master Wen is a good person, the kind who would help an old lady when crossing the road.The tiny place I stayed in before I came here didn’t have much to offer. It’s a wild town on the northwestern border, where you can eat three catties of soil with a howl during the day, and there are small beans with dry and cracked skin all over the place. It’s heart-wrenching to watch.

I don't have that kind of lingering sentimentality, but Wen He can't see the pitiful appearance of the children.Every Monday, when the teachers of the orphanage brought Xiao Douding to "thank you", he would pass by "casually", get into the crowd of children, pat his head and pat his shoulders, and give the brothers in the first row by the way The two secretly stuffed a big apple.

Apples are so rare these days, we only send out one every Friday, and Young Master Wen can keep it until Monday, and he can't even bear to scratch a scar.

I laughed at him as "like a sentimental little girl": "The new era has only started a few years ago? There are so many people with ill-fated lives, how can you take care of everyone."

Wen He was a little embarrassed at first, touching his nose and not speaking.Later, when we got to know each other better, he rubbed my head as soon as he came up, his big hand covered my field of vision, and both eyes seemed to be covered in a kaleidoscope.

He said: "I just can't see the pitiful appearance of those two children. You don't know how much they look like my younger brother, especially the older one. He looks exactly the same when he lifts his chin."

I thought to myself that you, Young Master Wen, are the sons of Central City, no matter how pitiful your younger brother is, it is impossible for you to look like those little bean dings.Later, I was lucky enough to meet Wen Ershao once, and I thought about what he said carefully. I always felt that Wen He probably had his own lighting when looking at people, and a 500-meter filter was added in front of his eyes.

Not only contouring but also skin smoothing, and hundreds of layers of soft light were added.

It's a pity that I haven't seen Wen He's legendary "baby mother" until graduation.

I don't know much about the Wen family. After all, I was just taken out of the so-called "golden house" by my father, and I was stuffed into the kennel in the Northwest.Before I came here, I heard that the kid in Young Master Wen's house was his younger brother on the surface, but in fact, he had already entered their house. He lived in Wen's house all these years to cultivate feelings, and he would be sent to live with Wen as soon as he became an adult. Wo married.

"I heard that being well-behaved and obedient makes people hurt, and she has fair skin, beautiful appearance and good temperament."

When I said this, Wen He and I were sitting face to face on the wall. There is a corridor between their university department and our middle school department. It is always used by people to block people. .I was sitting on the wall on this side, and Wen He was sitting on the wall on the other side. When talking, there was a three-meter-long corridor, and there was an inexplicable aura of a master fighting against each other.

Wen He doesn't feel much about it, but I quite like this position.

"...Actually, you are quite similar to my brother." Young Master Wen sighed lightly from the wall over there, "You are exactly the same when you are in Xiongde."

At that time, I didn't know who Wen Ershao was, and I just nodded seriously when I heard the words: "You love family, everyone looks like a younger brother, I understand."

"You don't understand." Wen He's expression was a bit resentful, "It's just my brother, that kid will never let go of any skinny opportunity. I mainly feel sorry for my little cutie. That kid is obedient, sensible and timid. I don't care about it." It’s been a year since he left, and I don’t know how he’s doing.”

I thought about it in my heart: cutie, I guess it's about that baby girl of the Wen family.

"Your brother?" I asked casually, "Is it just your baby?"

Young Master Wen leaned back and almost fell off the wall. He stared at a pair of big eyes, gnashing his teeth every word.

He said: "You wait, let me hear you insulting my brother again, and we will see you next."

I glanced down, and the gang of boys who were about to fight had already reached the entrance of the corridor. I thought to myself, Young Master Wen, you can do it. I guess your ability to find the key points can't be matched by flattery.

At that time, I still thought it was funny, Wen He had such a good temper, he was always smiling, and only when he mentioned the two younger brothers in his family could his expression be more vivid.He said that when Xiaocutie first came to their house, she was not as tall as the vase at the door, and she shrank behind his mother, looking like a well-behaved doll.He also said that his brother was always causing trouble, hiding apples and snacks from others, and their little cutie never cared about the brats, and didn't complain when he was wronged, so he just huddled in the room and read a book.

"I didn't know at the beginning. My aunt at home sued me. I was planning to have a good talk with Wen Qi with my arms and sleeves rolled up. But before I got to the door of the cute little room, I saw that brat Wen Qi sneaking and throwing apples. Put it back."

"Wen Qi is just a bear on the surface. I heard people say that he helped cuties fight in school, and he was aggressive when he waved his fist."

Wen He is always smiling when telling stories.

At that time, I didn’t really understand his joke. There was no one in my family. Before being picked up by my father, I lived with my mother in a big empty house.But I really like listening to Wen He's stories. Their family sounds very interesting, as if no matter what problems arise, they can be very happy.

I was actually envious at the time.

But now I feel that the cutie in my arms must be much cuter than the one in Wen He's family.