For a man who claimed to be a gourmet, before he died, Liu Wei still remembered the despicable comments about Griffith's food and drink that Griffith had blurted out the night before he went out at a dinner party at his home. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He asked for the Great Demon to show him perfect cooking and taste before he died, and the request was sincere and even plucked the causal chord, but the Great Demon did not agree to him.

'Someone like you......

Know what it means to be delicious......

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And for the ogre Liu Wei, this man who has made waves in a short journey of a long life, making life tortuous and magnificent.

His life is also a story of heartfelt and lamentation......

Liu Wei, an ogre who is past the middle of his life, has a broken childhood - in fact, most of the people who embark on the road of no return have their starting point here.

Liu Wei's father is a drunkard, with a bad temperament, although he has always been short, but he has a great temper, and every time he drinks alcohol, he will beat and scold Liu Wei's mother and son.

The thin boy did not dare to resist, and the whip was whipped on his body, and sometimes he did not even dare to hum, and occasionally forced a smile to please the man.

Such a family lasted for a few years, and after the death of the drunkard's father, Liu Wei, who was skinny and weak, later did a lot of things, did a lot of odd jobs, and changed many bosses.

But just like the resentment after being beaten, some things have slowly accumulated in Liu Wei's body over the years.

In the dead of night, he would even ask the moon and the stars in the sky: whether this world can only survive for the strong.

With such doubts, two years later, he went into military service.

The days in the army were very hard, but the strict discipline made him subconsciously feel at ease, so he stayed here for several years, and his body and bones became more and more plump with the high-intensity practice day after day.

Later, Liu Wei's team was sent out on a mission and ended up stranded on an isolated island.

The food and water were gone, and the familiar companions of the team were dying one after another, and he was as frightened and frightened as he was when he was a child when he faced his drunkard father's rough leather whip.

The wind and the sun were blowing, and the last few people left of the team soon couldn't hold on. The captain surnamed Gao inadvertently contracted the wind chill and died that night, leaving Liu Wei and the remaining two privates, both a little panicked and helpless.

Alone and with great difficulty waiting for the rescue ship, another private died.

Liu Wei and the rest of the people were lying on the beach, covered in mud and sand, and they were also dying—they were all thinking, we were going to die, we were going to starve to death.

When such thoughts and hunger take over the brain, madness follows.

The satisfaction from his stomach and the stimulation of the salty liquid in his mouth brought Liu Wei to his senses, and he found himself holding the corpse of a dead comrade and gnawing on it, the other party's face showed cheekbones and teeth, and half of the flesh and skin were gnawed away by him.

Panic and a huge feeling of nausea rushed out of Liu Wei's body, he knelt down and vomited, and then it was dark, hunger came up again, and the last private who accompanied him was already dead at some point.

Death is the end of the day for a person, it means nothing, and perhaps something even more frightening.

Liu Wei was deeply in awe of this, so the gastric juice surged, his reason was entangled with hunger, and the demon in the stomach bag was roaring......

Anyway, he'd already eaten it once, and he thought so at one moment.

So the tired body pounced again......

When this happened a few times, Liu Wei even forgot the panic of the raw food kind, and his belly was so full that he felt an illusory sweetness from the flesh and blood remaining in his mouth.

I must be too hungry, he thought.

But the road of this fall, once opened, is difficult to stop.

He survived on the corpse, and then opened his blood basin and ate the flesh of his own kind raw, and he was so full of strength that he felt the wriggling of his stomach pouch, and at one moment, a thought even flashed through his head:

I can even eat people, what else is there to be afraid of.

So I was excited about it......

After he was rescued, Liu Wei was removed from the army.

The troops sympathized with his plight on the isolated island, believing that he had been stimulated by the death of his companions one after another, and allowed him to leave, and because he was the only one of the team to survive the mission, they awarded him a second-class meritorious service medal and arranged for him to be employed outside the home.

But Liu Wei didn't think so, he felt the power on the desert island, and within a few years, he committed a series of crimes, so he seized the opportunity to invest in real estate and became a successful businessman.

But the vice of cannibalism remains, he doesn't know what he is, what seems to have changed in his body, he doesn't dare to let people know.

This is a wicked thing......

And the taste buds have become equally strange after that desert island. At first, he tried to resist his body's desire to devour his kind, but the sweetness of that night of hunger haunted him, and he stepped into the abyss little by little......

And the final road of this courteous gourmand has already been paved, and his epitaph has been written by hand, this man named Liu Wei has already died on the night of the desert island, lonely and helpless in his struggle.

In this world, there are many people like Liu Wei, and under the humble and cowardly appearance, there is unspeakable darkness hidden in their hearts.

Sad, painful, and strong to live......

This is what Griffith likes about human beings, these various beings who come and go are so extreme, some pure as angels, some as filthy as demons, that it is strange that there is a huge difference.

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There are differences in the world, and behind each person, there is a small colorful world.

There, there aren't too many people, too many things.

Perhaps there was a smiling woman sitting under the moon in that lonely city, waiting stupidly.

This is the worst of times, but also the most beautiful times.

I never know why so many people are obsessed with traveling, it's a chore that one does once in a lifetime and remembers it vividly.

And some people are born and are on the road.

They don't know what home is.

The man named Baekhyun took care of the stubble that had grown overnight, put on his clothes, carefully removed the pictorial attached to the wall, and put it in the khaki backpack that he carried over his shoulders.

The backpack was bulging, containing a change of clothes, cups, and rolls of white paper and paintbrushes.

It was around 5:30 in the morning, and the winter sun had not yet risen. The cold streets shrouded in darkness are deserted all around.

The man with the backpack walked in the darkness, walking along the straight streets, through the streets, and sitting in front of a shoe store as the sun rose.

Beside it is an evergreen green pine tree......

This is a person who is at peace with what he encounters, and since he was born, he has been floating in this world of ups and downs.

When he was three years old, the man who carried him in a tattered burlap bag and traveled through most of China died.

Died in obscurity on a snowy night, and when he woke up the next day, Baekhyun, wrapped in the tattered but warm linen cloth, looked at the man leaning against the wall with hoarfrost on his head, his eyes slightly open, and his eyelashes and beard were frozen.

The man was taken away by the raging wind and snow that had taken away all the warmth of his life, and he was dead.

The man who was supposed to be called his father didn't leave much of an impression in Baehyun's heart, who was now in his early thirties. I vaguely remember that the man had a figure-of-eight beard, and his beard was not cut for many years.

The rest of the impression is that I make a living by selling paintings, wandering, wandering, and walking aimlessly along the way.

This kind of life seems to have become a matter of course, and Bonhyun, who never knows what his family is, does not know what his mother is.

When he was young, he didn't know how to complain, and he barely had enough to eat, so he felt happy.

When he grew up, many things no longer had the original meaning, and he walked away for no reason, unable to mention those loves and hates.

As the old saying goes, the son inherits the father's business.

Baekhyun is a painter himself.

In fact, it can't be called a son inheriting his father's business, and a 30-year-old man can't remember whether the man who carried him all over the three mountains and five mountains on his back in those years really made a living selling paintings. The only thing that was still clear in my mind were the paper basket and the paintbrush lying quietly next to the frozen man after that night.

Compared to the primitive or war eras, this age of great material abundance is already like heaven.

This is satisfying for Baekhyun.

Because this means that even if you wander barefoot, you will not starve to death and die of cold.

Since the death of the man who should be called his father, Baekhyun has been drifting to this day.

He is not very good at distinguishing between people in the south, east and west, but fortunately he is still sensitive to time, so every time he goes to a city, a place and a street, he does not pay too much attention to the name of the place, on the contrary, when the sky is full of stars, he will put his body everywhere and sleep in his 'warm little harbor'.

Therefore, Baekhyun is a man who does not know the way, and he is always ignorant of every place he passes, and it is difficult for him to know the more delicate details.

Over the years, he has walked through countless cities and countless streets, but in fact, it is just a blank and casual accident.

For Baekhyun, in this world, there is still a mouthful of food and a road, and he can live and go down strongly.

This is how this thirty-year-old man came over for so many years.

If you come across a road where you can walk, then move forward. There is an underpass, so go down the stairs. There is no way out of the alley, turn around and continue to walk another way.

Life is two words, and if it is simple, you can go with the flow unscrupulously.

But most of the time, I just don't have a choice.

Because he didn't go to school, Baekhyun was actually illiterate, so most of the time, he didn't look at maps and the like, first, he didn't have the money to buy them, and on the other hand, he couldn't read even if he had a map to read.

But this is not a big deal for a traveler who is adrift in a sea of people with no end.