"I ...... Who is it? ”

"Where am I?"

"What to eat?"

"What to eat?"

"What to eat?"

Because he was very hungry, he thought about this question three times, he didn't know how many days it was, and about three days and nights had passed since he realized it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

For three days, he didn't get a drop of water, he didn't close his eyes, but he wandered the streets in a daze, trying to think of something in his chaotic mind.

"I'm hungry."

Finally the hunger pang from his stomach interrupted his meaningless thoughts, and he stopped, stuck out his tongue and licked his dry and cracked lips, and rubbed his hungry stomach to the point of spasms.

But he didn't know what to do to soothe his belly, so he had to walk like a walking corpse about the bustling street, which was bustling but no one would give him food.

Acting meaninglessly was just a gratuitous waste of energy, and he stood in the corner of the dimly lit alley watching everyone come and go.

In the end, he could only squat down slowly, looking down at his stomach, and he felt like his intestines were all stirred together.

Suddenly, a smell caught his eye, and a strong man with a big sword on his back on the street was holding a freshly baked meatloaf while chatting with his companions and munching on it.

"Meat." He walked up to the man without hesitation and said weakly. "Get out of here." The man was interrupted and stunned.

However, the man came back to his senses and gave him a push, pushing him to the ground, and walking forward while chatting with the people about the topic he had just discussed.

"Hahaha, you said this kid wouldn't be your son." "Maybe it's ......" "Do you say it's the rose in the emerald or Mary......" ", talk nonsense......"

He lay on the ground and listened to the sound of getting farther and farther away from him, he looked up at the blue sky, felt sleepiness hit him, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Monsters, it's full of monsters!"

Everything changed dramatically before his eyes, and he stood in the middle of the black-and-white street, with many long-legged monster trees growing on the side of the street.

Their trunks are pure white, though they are all unusually thin, but they all stand firmly on the side of the street, and at their heads there is a canopy like the sun.

Their leaves were dimly glowing, and the "street lamp ......" didn't have any memories of them, but he could vaguely name the strange trees.

"These are...... Cars? "It's amazing that it's not humans walking around this street, it's a constant stream of steel monsters.

They widened their glowing eyes and crawled down the street one by one, "Is this an escape?" This question flashed through his mind.

He didn't stop, but followed the monsters to find the rulers of the street—long-legged monsters that resembled 'street lamps', and they stood tall in the sky.

With the red and green eyes open, and the incomprehensible symbols that kept changing on those short faces, they could control the movements of those steel monsters.

Time seemed to stop every time it glowed uncomfortably red, but the moment it turned green, everything in the street began to run again.

"Traffic light......" He seemed to remember something but didn't seem to remember anything, and while he was still in a daze, a huge steel beast stopped on the side of the street.

Without warning, a cut in its stomach was opened, and a group of people pushed and shoved out of this 'wound', smiling and chatting with each other.

Together, they walked up to the 'traffic lights', and suddenly a man who couldn't see clearly seemed to find him standing in the middle of the street, and opened his mouth to him with some anxiety and shouted something.

"What are you talking about?" He stared blankly at the man who couldn't make a sound and subconsciously thought, although he didn't hear anything, he still vaguely understood the meaning he wanted to convey.

"Careful? , be careful of what? He looked back behind him, only to see a huge steel beast occupying his gaze.

Everything in front of him turned black, and some overly viscous water fell on his face. 'It's raining...... Is it? A foul stench kept exhaling on his face.

He opened his eyes suddenly, only to see a large mouth of blood flowing with raw water, and he grabbed a handful of sand beside him and threw it out without getting up.

With the sound of this jet, the blood basin that hung above him turned into a black shadow and ran away, but this thing seemed to have a bit of a hard time when it took a step on its left front leg.

The shadow hid in the shadows, but he still recognized the shadow's true body, "Wolf." "The true face of this bloody mouth is indeed a wolf.

An old wolf with yellow hair and constant sneezing looked seriously ill, as if he was going to die in the next second, and the old wolf wiped his nose with his front paws to stop sneezing.

The old wolf crouched vigilantly at his side, seemingly neither far nor near, confronting him, while he did nothing but watched silently.

After a while, the old wolf began to slowly circle around him, but he still stared at his hand, and he sat on the ground a little bewildered.

He was so hungry that the sensation from his stomach prevented him from concentrating on the crisis in front of him, and the old wolf spun around a few times and crouched in place.

The old wolf slowly raised his front paws and wiped his face, looking non-threatening, but the hateful eyes hidden behind the fur did not relax for a moment.

As if giving up hope, he dragged his heavy body towards the old wolf, but the weakness of his body made him look like a child's play.

The old wolf jumped back briskly, dodging his slow attack, and retreated to a safe position, tilting his head to look at him as he pounced on the ground motionless.

Just when the old wolf licked his nose for the third time, the old wolf slowly circled around him, approaching in a circle, and finally the old wolf licked his face with his dark yellow tongue with his own tongue coating.

Like a dead man, he suddenly burst out, stretched out his hands and stuck the old wolf's neck, and held the old wolf in his arms, as if hugging his lover.

This seemingly gentle hug tightly strangled the old wolf's neck, and the old wolf in his arms opened his mouth to bite his throat.

Out of nowhere, he got his strength, he grabbed the wolf's body and slammed it down, his arms stuck in the old wolf's jaw, so that he couldn't open his mouth to fight back.

The old wolf writhed wildly in his arms and struggled, but no matter how the old wolf tossed, he couldn't break free of these thin arms.

And both the old wolf and he understood that all this was only temporary, because this was the last bit of strength he had left, and the old wolf would not live long under his men.

However, the old wolf would not choose to sit still, and the old wolf tried his best to crack a trace of the corners of his mouth and greedily suck a little bit of oxygen.

And he saw all this, but there was no way to stop it, he looked at the old wolf's withered fur in front of him in a trance, and said unconsciously: "Hungry, ......"

Suddenly, he felt a rush of heat rush out of his heart, his hair faded to a black and white gray, and his pupils faded little by little.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but what his eyes saw saw through the old wolf's withered yellow hair, the blood-red river.

There was a constant sound of 'boom' in his ears - it was a blood vessel, and there were small words floating on the river.

He had no memory of the words, but he knew what they meant, and the symbol stood for 'life'!

He looked at the small text and listened to the sound of the 'river', feeling an inexplicable sense of temptation, and the corners of his mouth drooled.

He didn't hesitate, as he instinctively lowered his head and bit down on the old wolf's neck, the old wolf felt the white wolf's movements stiffen all over.

But then came an even more violent struggle, and every part of the wolf's body was constantly moving to get out of his embrace.

And the biggest obstacle for him was only the fluff on the old wolf's throat, which he could only swallow slowly while biting downward.

Finally, what was no longer dry hair in his mouth turned into a moist, fishy-smelling, slightly sour liquid, and he swallowed it.

More strength surged in his body, biting and sucking harder faster, I don't know how long, the old wolf was not struggling but looking at the sky.

Seeing that he wanted to howl into the air, in the end he only cracked the corners of his mouth as if he said something silently, and the old wolf's eyes lost focus and fell softly on his body.

With the death of the old wolf, he who was still devouring the blood of the old wolf seemed to know something, and his arms were weak, and he fell to the ground with the limp body of the old wolf in his arms.

He slowly closed his eyes, but even though he lost consciousness, he still refused to let go of his mouth, and as he fell to the ground, his hair and eyes faded little by little, and their color turned pure black again.

"Old Black, Old Black, where have you gone?" In the darkness of the night appeared an old man on crutches, limping along, shouting someone's name.

However, he and the old wolf, who had collapsed in the alley, had turned into cold corpses that attracted his attention. "You're a wolf." The old man sat down beside them with some embarrassment and put his cane on his lap.

The old man sighed and touched the wolf's head, looking up at the dark sky and the stars looming under the dark clouds, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

It didn't take long for the old man to look away, and slowly stood up against the wall, and carried the old wolf on his shoulders with all his might. The old man was weighed down by the weight of him and the old wolf.

But the old man still limped slowly into the dark street with his crutches, "If the old wolf is gone, maybe it's not bad to raise a little wolf......"