Chapter 2 Jingyuan and Dog

Calm down, Jingyuan, don't think about the worst!

Mentality, keep the mentality!

Practice is the only criterion for testing truth. There is no conclusion yet on whether it is dead or not.

Maybe it's just heart failure. It's normal for the heartbeat to be weak.

In order to overturn the conclusion that "the corpse is talking", Jingyuan began to conduct further verification.

He opened his mouth and leaned close to the glass to look at his teeth and mouth.

Not one of the 28 permanent teeth that an adult should have is missing. They are white and beautiful. At first glance, they look good and smell great, but they have little saliva and are dry.

Hmm. It must be because I haven't drank water for a long time.

He pressed the thumb of his right hand on the left elbow while counting 60 seconds silently in his mind.

The force of pressing was not very strong, but after releasing the hand, a thumb-sized depression appeared in that place, which did not spring back.

——The skin is like a piece of soft plasticine.

People with edema and kidney problems also have this behavior. The person in the mirror looks like he is seriously ill, and it is normal for the skin to become soft.

Then, he took out a fruit knife from his pocket, gritted his teeth, and slashed his thumb hard. The blood that flowed from the wound was dark, sticky, and had an unpleasant smell.

There is no life, no vitality, like the blood of a dead person or the kind that has been dead for several days.

The most important thing was that even if his finger made a big gash, he wouldn't feel any pain.

On the first day of time travel, at 19:23 minutes and 15 seconds, Jingyuan had to accept the cruel reality - that young and energetic body had left him, replaced by this body that could not feel pain, could not feel

The broken body of thirst.

Don't ask him how he knows the time, because he wears a diamond-encrusted watch on his wrist, and you can tell it's an expensive mechanical watch at a glance.

This body is completely different from the original body.

My sense of smell and hearing are normal, but my vision seems to be myopia. I have to get very close to see clearly. The visual range is less than 5 meters, and there is a blurry circle beyond 5 meters.

There is another very serious problem.

When he woke up, he had a strong feeling of hunger in his abdomen.

I'm so hungry and want to stuff something into my stomach.

No wonder I thought of fried chicken at the beginning.

His mood was ups and downs just now, and this feeling was not that obvious, but after his mood stabilized a little, his hunger became more intense, as if there was a dry and hot fire burning in his stomach, making him unable to stand up straight.

He arched his waist and slowly looked towards the bathroom exit, where a sweet and alluring smell came from there.

It smells very good, just like the smell of fried chicken that I smelled when I sat in front of the computer at 10 o'clock last night because I worked overtime and didn't have time to have dinner.

His throat squirmed as he thought of the spicy wings wrapped in golden puff pastry, the fried soft golden fries, and the black pepper chicken nuggets sprinkled with chili powder.

Although he had not yet met the guy lying at the door, the sound of breathing coming from the gap could tell that it was a mammal, probably a dog, because its breathing sound was similar to that of Aunt Wang downstairs.

That Chihuahua looks very similar.

A living dog that can move and jump, and it is juicy and bursting with juice.

Explosive cum

Inexplicably, a picture of Aunt Wang's Chihuahua being torn into pieces appeared in front of his eyes. The death of the Chihuahua who liked to urinate everywhere was quite tragic, enough to make a mosaic, but the body parts, the mixture of blood and bones not only did not make him sick and make him vomit.

, but made him hungrier.

When he realized this change in his thinking, he was suddenly startled and took back his right foot that was moving forward.

He slapped himself.

There was no pain at all, but it made him feel much better.

As a barbecue and fried chicken lover, one day I want to become a sinful raw eater. Amitabha, God of barbecue and fried chicken, please forgive my sin!

He made the sign of the cross on his chest.

The changes in his body seem to be starting to affect his thinking, which is not a good sign.

but

If you think about it with normal people's thinking, there is nothing wrong with eating raw meat.

Sashimi, oysters and lettuce are all eaten by Cantonese and Fujianese, aren’t they available everywhere?

You must be starving to want to eat raw meat. If you are hungry, you will eat even mud.

Yes, I must be too hungry to want to eat that dog alive.

Another sound of "woo woo woo" came from the bathroom door.

Jingyuan touched his belly through the blood-stained white shirt.

He turned back and looked at the wooden barrel placed in the bathroom.

It was a foot bath bucket for foot baths. It was half a meter high. Although it was covered with dust, it could still be seen that the workmanship was exquisite and the materials used were abundant. In other words, it was very heavy. You could almost imagine that the bucket would hit it.

The image on the dog's skull.

It would be knocked unconscious, maybe killed on the spot, and bright red blood would soak out from the wound and flow to the floor, gathering into a small trickle and staining Jingyuan's soles little by little.

fresh blood

He has eaten pig blood, duck blood, and used it to make spicy Maoxuewang, which is delicious and goes well with meals, but what does the blood taste like before it turns into gelatinous Xuewang?

It should taste very good. Maybe it will taste like sweet wine or iced cola.

I really want to try it

Jingyuan once again had this unusual thought.

He wondered why he hadn't realized that he had the potential to become a cannibal before. Is hunger so terrible?

Maybe I'm just too hungry. When I'm hungry, I want to eat meat and drink blood.

As long as you fill your stomach, you will no longer have such thoughts.

He convinced himself, carried the footbath bucket, and approached the bathroom exit little by little. He held the door handle with his right hand, pulled it down, and pulled back.

The door clanged, and the metal lock cylinder collided with the lock frame rapidly, but the door did not open.

The door was locked.

After reacting, he turned the lock on the bottom of the handle and turned it around.

With a crisp kickback sound, the lock core bounced back.

He grasped the door handle and repeated the previous action.

squeak

The rusty door joints made an obscure sound, and when the door opened, the smell of astringency and mildew hit the nostrils.

Directly opposite Jingyuan is the balcony, which is surrounded by steel railings. The gentle evening breeze pours in through the gaps in the floor-to-ceiling windows. On the edge of the horizon, a huge red sun disk is slowly falling.

The setting sun's beams hit the tiles, dyeing the small living room a strange red color.

The corners of the living room were covered with cobwebs, and the damp walls were peeling off. An LCD TV hung quietly on the wall. Facing the sofa and coffee table, Jingyuan's blurred vision passed through every corner of the room.

He saw an old-fashioned double-door refrigerator standing in the corner, and a dining table in the corner on the other side. There were dinner plates on the dining table, covered by an umbrella-shaped gauze held up by a metal frame.

The food was covered with mold and turned into black lumps of unknown matter.

The sun was about to set, and the light in the room was dim. With Jingyuan's current vision, it was almost impossible to see much more clearly, but he could still clearly feel the dog huddled under the TV cabinet.

It seemed that it was frightened by the sound of the door. It had been standing guard at the door, but now it shrank into a ball, shivering and making a whining sound.

Jingyuan's eyes looked over, as if he saw a beam of light in the darkness, so conspicuous.

A person and a dog looked at each other across the coffee table.

It's very quiet outside. Rows of skyscrapers are connected together in the sunset, like blood-colored glass curtain walls.

In such a prosperous metropolis, there is no light or vitality, only deathly silence.

But Jingyuan's ears were filled with all kinds of sounds - the sound of slow breathing, the contraction of abdominal muscles, the sound of blood flowing in blood vessels

These sounds come together like a beautiful piece of music.
Chapter completed!