Zhong Jun sat motionless at the bar, his face looking ugly. He sighed patiently: "Can't you come in through the back door? The floor I just mopped this morning has been stained by you again."

Zhong Xiaowei didn't care about this. Her high heels made a crisp sound when she stepped on the floor, and her tall and plump breasts bounced up and down with her steps. Approaching the bar, she raised her head high, and her sexy and plump lips spit out fragrance and blood.

the breath.

"These two guys are very valuable. As a rule, their tongues and skin belong to me, and the rest of their bodies are up to you."

Skin has many uses.

The high-heeled leather shoes worn by Zhong Xiaowei are made of real human skin.

After saying this, Zhong Xiaowei leaned her upper body forward and looked at Zhong Jun condescendingly. Her smile was full of joy and unabashed threat: "Remember, I am your sister."

Zhong Jun nodded honestly and replied numbly and helplessly: "Okay!"

Ling Zihan reached out and tugged Liao Qiu, who was sitting opposite, with a low voice: "Stop looking, and leave quickly after eating."

Liao Qiu said "Huh" casually, and his eyes followed the ups and downs of Zhong Xiaowei's chest.

Seeing this, Ling Zihan could only shake his head and curled his lips in vain.

Although Zhong Xiaowei has a slightly green face, she always has a provocative look on her eyebrows. She has a well-shaped body, and there is also a mature temptation in it. In the eyes of a man like Liao Qiu, who is at the level of a little brother

, it’s simply a bright red cherry that you want to taste no matter how hard you try.

Ling Zihan is a normal man. His attitude towards women is not to take the initiative or refuse.

The problem is that although he knows a little about women, he cannot judge Zhong Xiaowei's true age at all.

The relationship between Zhong Jun and Zhong Xiaowei is very strange.

Sometimes they are siblings, and sometimes they are brothers.

Murder is very common in Yazi Town.

Generally speaking, those who are killed are outsiders and homeless people who have violated the rules of the town.

…

After eating this free simple meal, the two returned to their residence in the town.

This is a dilapidated small building. According to Ling Zihan's estimate of the original building volume, it should have at least four floors. Now there are only two floors left in the remaining part. Although it is dilapidated and full of dust, it can still be barely lived in after cleaning.

After running back and forth for a long time, Liao Qiu was very tired, especially after eating a full stomach. He said hello to Ling Zihan, walked directly into his room, and lay on the bed piled with hay and various soft fabrics. Soon,

Make a rhythmic snoring sound.

After making sure that Liao Qiu was asleep, Ling Zihan took out the rag from the garbage dump from his pocket and looked at it carefully under the lamp.

Both the style and the fabric of the old coat were very ordinary, but for some reason, Ling Zihan felt that this piece of rag was a little strange.

It...seems to be a living thing.

In order to see every detail of this rag clearly, Ling Zihan pulled the light closer.

Although it is summer now, because the entire sky is covered by darkness, it is still very cold even during the day. Fortunately, the use of geothermal energy in this era has reached an extremely high level. People use special equipment to absorb heat energy directly from the ground. In addition to the heat inside the residence

Fixed heating systems, and small portable devices have also been developed.

Electric heating lighting is based on the same principle.

In the eyes of people who have lived underground for a long time, whether they use local methods to burn light bulbs or recycle raw materials from various old-era garbage for secondary processing, it is easier and safer than hunting saw-toothed rats.

Ling Zihan took the piece of cloth in his hand and looked at it over and over, not missing a single thread.

He was ultimately disappointed and found nothing suspicious.

However, things were so weird. Ling Zihan suddenly felt that his mouth was a little dry, and he had an extremely urgent urge to get wet with liquid.

He stood up, pushed the door open and walked out of the bedroom into the spacious outside room.

This is a public area. There is a simple fired earthenware water tank beside the wall. This thing is very large. Ling Zihan and Liao Qiu use it to store drinking water. The top of the tank is covered with a finely woven black

Acanthus round plaque is used to prevent dust.

There is an underground river next to Yazi Town. It gushes out from the cliff break more than one kilometer south of the town, forming a waterfall, and then enters the ground again and becomes a new river channel.

Although it is fresh water, it cannot be drank directly. All residences in Yazi Town are equipped with similar water storage containers. There are two main methods of disinfection: one is to directly place silver coins or silver horns in the container, and the other is to heat it at high temperature.

Boil the water before drinking it.

Ling Zihan felt extremely thirsty, and his tongue was like a half-dead loach in his mouth. He was dying and released an extremely strong need to drink water. At this moment, he really couldn't care about so much. He opened the black thorn vine plaque and didn't need to put it in front of him.

With the water cup next to him, he directly plunged his head deep into the tank, his whole face completely submerged under the water, and drank heavily with indescribable wildness and heartiness.

After a long time, he finally pulled his head out of the water tank. He felt as if the air around him had been soaked with water, and he felt a very comfortable moist feeling when he breathed.

Panting heavily, he raised his left hand to wipe away the wet marks remaining at the corner of his mouth. When the electronic watch came into contact with his facial skin, he subconsciously glanced at the numbers displayed on the screen.

It's nine twenty-one at night.

Ling Zihan was stunned.

He remembered it very clearly: it was 9:05 when he left the room and went outside to drink water.

Even excluding the tens of seconds between "05" and "06", counting directly from "06", just "drinking water" actually took up to fifteen minutes.

.

He couldn't help but tremble slightly in his heart, and quickly lowered his head and looked down.

The water in the tank was reduced by half.

It was full before.

What's more important is that the height of this water tank is about one meter and three meters, and the cylindrical bottom is the same size as the mouth of the tank, with a diameter of one meter.

How much water did I drink?

Why do I drink so much water at once?

With simple calculations, the answer to the former question is not difficult to obtain.

However, the latter question cannot be answered.

Her hair was wet, and water droplets flowed down Ling Zihan's smooth skin, soaking through the poorly made top.

Ling Zihan has a very clear understanding of the word "danger".

In this world where everything is shrouded in darkness, danger is like a predator lurking in the corner, potentially unleashing ferocity and cruelty at any time.

If you want to live a long time, you must be careful.

Ling Zihan did not think that the water in the vat was drank by him. The human body has a limited capacity, so nearly half a cubic meter of water disappeared, but the appearance of his body did not change. This did not make sense anyway.

Also, drinking... is better called "soaking" than "drinking", and it takes too long.

He held the edge of the tank with both hands and stepped back with his feet in sequence. The floor under his feet was still dry and there was no trace of water at all.

This lost water is not expelled from the body.

Ling Zihan didn't feel the need to urinate.

He staggered back continuously. When his back was against the hard and cold wall, Ling Zihan raised his hands to protect his head. An extreme sense of unreality surged in his mind, as well as frame after frame of memory playbacks.

He again made sure he drank a lot of water.

Ling Zihan was also very sure that all his actions and experiences before this, that is, before he left the tavern and went home, were fine.

He tilted his head subconsciously and cast his gaze towards the bedroom where the lights were on.

To be precise, his eyes were firmly focused on the rag spread beside the bed.

What exactly is that?

Why does it make me feel so thirsty?

I stared in that direction for two full minutes in silence and fear.

The inexplicable anticipation and excitement appeared again.

Ling Zihan felt as if he was controlled by an invisible thread, pulling his legs, with fear and panic, mixed with stronger than before... no, it should be an exponentially stronger possessive desire, and he moved his legs and feet with great difficulty,

Walk towards the bedroom.

It was just an ordinary piece of cloth, lying quietly in front of me, but why would I want to possess it?

This is not normal!

He grabbed the rag like crazy, turned the round button of the light with his left hand, and the illumination suddenly increased to the maximum, and carefully looked at every fiber with the terrifying eyes of a beast searching for prey.

If Ling Zihan looked in the mirror at this moment, he would find that his eyes were extremely bright red and his pupils were as narrow as needle tips.

He chose the stupidest way, starting from the edge of the rag, that is, the torn sleeve, and using his fingertips to touch inward bit by bit, looking for it.

Half an hour passed and still nothing.

Ling Zihan had completely calmed down. He tugged on his hair and turned his gaze to the outside of the rag.

Clothes are made of fabric, and the finished product has an edge closing process. It is a process of folding the fabric and sewing it with fine stitches, so the corners will be relatively hard.

He picked up the scissors placed on the bedside, pointed at the hard part of the sleeve, and carefully cut it open.

A few minutes later, the edges of a complete piece of clothing have been cut, and the next step is the collar.
To be continued...