On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15, the glow of the blood-colored full moon shined through the window, reflecting the nearly 50-square-meter living room in a strange blood red. In a big battle www.biquge.info splashing and burning passion, Zheng Hao hugged Xu Qian, who had a satisfied expression, and fell asleep.

After the desperate fight in the first half of the night and the ecstasy in the second half of the night, although Zheng Hao slept deeply, his cerebral cortex was still very active.

In a half-asleep trance, Zheng Hao seemed to be in a desolate and grand battlefield, fighting with countless strange monsters and many people who couldn't see their faces clearly.

The dream is so real, so that Zheng Hao seems to be really in it, in the face of the fierce scene of landslides and flesh flying, Zheng Hao desperately told himself that this is just a dream, as long as he opens his eyes, he will wake up, but Zheng Hao can't open his heavy eyelids, until a white tiger with a huge body like a mountain knocks Zheng Hao down, he suddenly woke up.

As soon as he looked up, Zheng Hao saw Xu Qian, who was pale, lying on top of him and crying in a low voice.

Finding that Zheng Hao woke up, Xu Qian wiped the tears on her face, and said with red circles in her eyes: "Zheng Hao, you are awake, now it is safe outside, there is a loudspeaker on the street shouting, let all the residents bring clothes and food to the Century Square in Shibei District to gather, you have not woken up, I am in a hurry." ”

Although the passion between the two last night was impulsive, in Zheng Hao's twenty-eight years of life, in addition to his mother, Xu Qian was the first woman to shed tears for him.

Looking at Xu Qian, who had not dried her tears, dressed herself, her low eyebrows were pleasing to her eyes, like the gentle appearance of a little daughter-in-law serving her husband, which made Zheng Hao, who had never received the kindness of a beauty, very pleased.

"Since you don't leave, I will not give up!"

After a little warmth, the two of them packed up the packaged food and bottled drinking water at home, and filled a backpack with miscellaneous items. Since the weather had not yet turned cold, they brought simple clothes.

The two were just about to go out, Zheng Hao stopped Xu Qian, who was in a hurry to go downstairs, and motioned for her to wait for him for a while. He walked into the kitchen and pulled out a stainless steel kitchen knife more than half a foot long from the knife holder.

Xu Qian's husband once boasted to Zheng Hao about this shiny Western-style kitchen knife, saying that it was imported from a foreign country and made of special steel, and it still remained sharp and bright without polishing for the rest of his life.

Pinning the knife to the trouser belt on the back of the waist, Zheng Hao and Xu Qian, who was waiting anxiously at the staircase, walked out of the unit door together.

The neighborhood is quiet, with blood stains and mutilated corpses everywhere on the brick road, and the air is filled with haze that has not yet dissipated after the fire.

Her eyes were slightly closed, and the frightened Xu Qian held Zheng Hao's arm tightly and shrunk her whole body into Zheng Hao's arms, although Xu Qian was a few years older than Zheng Hao, but after all, she was a woman, and the chaotic scene in front of her frightened her, Zheng Hao's not strong body still brought her a sense of security.

Out of the community, from time to time to see people with their families or sad faces towards the Century Square in the north of the city, the further north the flow of people is more dense, and there are more and more large and small vehicles. When there were still two or three intersections from Century Square, I saw a sea of people and vehicles in front of me, and they could no longer move forward.

Zheng Hao's destination for this trip, Century Plaza, is located in the Shibei District of Xingyue City, adjacent to the new municipal government building to the north, and the two blocks to the south are newly built high-end residential communities.

This location belongs to the Shibei New District, which has been developed by Xingyue City in recent years, with wide roads and high-rise buildings. The greenery is much better than in the old town, and there are street parks and lawns everywhere, but now these places are full of tents.

Zheng Hao saw that sandbags had been piled up at the intersections around the city government and pulled up barricades, and several police armored vehicles were parked next to them, surrounded by armed police officers with loaded guns and ammunition to form a human wall to maintain order.

The policeman holding a loudspeaker at the intersection shouted loudly to the crowd, telling people to abandon the vehicle and move forward alone, Zheng Hao and Xu Qian's arms were tightly clasped together, and they walked forward with difficulty with the flow of people.

It was close to noon that Zheng Hao and Xu Qian entered the protective circle of the police, but they did not go to the square, which was also full of tents.

They were assigned to tents at the back of the square, on the side of a road near the city hall, and they all looked the same with four big letters on them: 'Emergency Relief'.

Settling Xu Qian in the tent, Zheng Hao thought of his parents, no! I can't leave my parents in my hometown, I'm going back to pick them up and come to Xingyue City.

Taking advantage of the lack of attention from the police to maintain order, Zheng Hao slipped into the crowd that had not yet entered the cordon, and came to the abandoned area of the vehicle, and found a Yamaha big pedal with a full fuel tank.

This latest scooter has a wide body and leather seats that seat three people.

The reason why he chose such a means of transportation is because Zheng Hao, who is anxious to return to his hometown, can't drive, his hometown is only more than 20 kilometers away from Xingyue City, even if he rides a big pedal, he can rush back in more than half an hour.

Zheng Hao saw the front windshield shattered from time to time, and the big truck in the cab was in a mess, parked diagonally on the side of the road or rolled over in the middle of the road.

There were no bodies in the broken cab of the truck, and there were no visible wreckage, only a few bloodstained fragments of clothing. Zheng Hao didn't have the heart to think about whether the body was dragged away or eaten, he turned the accelerator of the pedal motorcycle to the maximum, and anxiously followed the asphalt paved National Highway 208, all the way to the west.

Zheng Hao's hometown is in a small village near the national highway, and he returned to the quiet village in a hurry, and when he saw the familiar door open, he suddenly felt ominous.

With a slightly trembling palm, he pushed open the door of his parents' bedroom, Zheng Hao saw the black blood stains coagulated in the messy bedding at a glance, he only felt angina, and his eyes were dark, and he fainted.

In the haze, Zheng Hao seemed to be back to his childhood, his mother's soft and warm hands caressed his immature face, and he was humming a beautiful lullaby in his mouth. It's just that his mother's hands are so wet, and the dripping liquid has slipped down his neck.

Struggling to open his eyelids, Zheng Hao found a mouth full of sharp teeth spewing hot air at him, and sticky liquid dripping from his scarlet tongue.

He looked up again, and there were two erect pupils above the bridge of the flat nose, which turned out to be weirdly golden and silvery, cat? What a big Persian cat! Just why is it so big?

The white Persian cat with mandarin duck eyes is more than a meter long, its thick limbs are about the same thickness as Zheng Hao's arms, its snow-white fur is like fine silk, smooth and supple with a strange luster, and two vertical pupils of different colors are scorching and shiny.

Where is this a cat? It's clearly a leopard or a shrunken tiger.

Notice the dark red splash on the white cat's fur, as well as the obvious red shadow on its beak. Zheng Hao was furious in his heart, this cat was the creator of the bloodstains in his parents' bedroom, and it was it who killed his parents.

The enemy was in front of him, Zheng Hao got up from the ground with a snort, he pulled out the stainless steel Western-style kitchen knife on his waist, and slashed at the culprit in his mind with red eyes.

It's just that Zheng Hao, who was furious, obviously underestimated this surprisingly big cat, or overestimated his short and fat self.

In the face of Zheng Hao's desperate knife, the white cat's huge body shrank dexterously, and then stood up with its hind limbs and swung out its front paws. Zheng Hao flew out with a knife, and he didn't even catch a single cat hair.

The Persian cat is extremely powerful and fast, and before Zheng Hao struggled to get up from the ground, a white shadow enlarged in front of his eyes.

With a bang, blood, tears, and snot splashed from Zheng Hao's round face, and he felt that his whole head was wooden, his two ears were buzzing, and there was a faint flow of liquid from his ear canal.

The white cat rewarded Zheng Hao with a loud slap, and Zheng Hao's face blossomed, but fortunately, the white cat's claws did not pop out of the fat meat pad, otherwise with its strength, any of the two blows just now would be enough to kill Zheng Hao on the spot.

Zheng Hao, who fell to the ground again, only felt dizzy and difficult to breathe, and couldn't even hold the handle of the knife in his hand, "What should I do?" I'm going to die, I'm so useless, I can't even clean up a cat, it eats my parents, I'm going to be eaten by it, I can't take revenge, I'm such a waste! ”

The misfortune of his parents is like a magma fire that stimulates Zheng Hao's internal organs to burn, and he wants to destroy everything in front of him. But the huge gap in strength between him and the white cat is like a glacier that makes Zheng Hao's whole body cold, and he is helpless.

The two extreme emotions of anger and despair mixed in Zheng Hao's chest like fire and water, making him suffer and suffer a lot.

The white cat was probably not hungry, it used its front paws back and forth to probe Zheng Hao's limp body, as if teasing the little mouse that it usually catches, maybe Zheng Hao is a slightly larger mouse in its eyes.

Maybe Zheng Hao's parents have spirits in the sky, and they can't bear to let their only son die in Huangquan; Perhaps it was the painful groans in Zheng Hao's heart that moved a passing god. Zheng Hao, who was in a desperate situation, had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and he suddenly remembered a story he had read many years ago.

The protagonist met a jungle leopard with his bare hands in the jungle, and was pounced on by the leopard to the ground, seeing that the bloody mouth was about to bite off his neck, and at the critical moment, he endured severe pain, and put his arm out of the leopard's mouth full of sharp teeth, and took out the leopard's heart alive.

"This may be my only chance of life!"

Taking advantage of the gap between the white cat and patting himself, Zheng Hao quietly raised his arm to his chest, and he clenched the handle of the knife in his hand and remained motionless.

A cat is a cat, no matter how big it becomes, it retains its original playful and curious nature, if it is replaced by another beast, it will not bite the prey directly first.

The white cat took elegant steps, circled around Zheng Hao a few times, stretched out its front paws and patted him a few times, and seeing that Zheng Hao was still motionless, it stretched out its scarlet slender tongue again~ licking Zheng Hao's head and face.

One, two, three times, Zheng Hao, who was holding back the stinging pain on his face, stretched up all over his body, and stabbed the narrow kitchen knife in his right hand into the white cat's open mouth.

At the same time, Zheng Hao's left hand was propped up on the ground, and he rolled over, and his whole body was pressed against the white cat.

A howl of pain, before the second half of the sound of the white cat that was suddenly attacked came out, it was blocked back by the knife body inserted into the throat, and its two front paws tore Zheng Hao's back deep into the bones.

The sound of sharp claws tearing flesh and skin clearly came into Zheng Hao's mind, and he could even feel the tip of the white cat's claws rubbing against his bones.

Zheng Hao, who was in pain, shouted angrily, and his whole arm went straight into the white cat's mouth.

At this moment, Zheng Hao's weight of one hundred and seventy or eighty pounds finally came into play, his whole body pressed against the head of the white cat, and his fat body increased the strength on Zheng Hao's arm, which played a key role.

Suddenly, a large ball of blood poured out of the cat's mouth, and the two front paws that were scratching also hung down weakly.

Zheng Hao, who was fighting, only felt that the whole palm of his hand was hot, and a cold coolness was transmitted to his entire arm and whole body along the end of his fingers, and the unbearable pain in his back also faded away, from head to toe it was like the feeling of being tossed by the cool river water on a hot day.

Before Zheng Hao could recover from this comfortable feeling, a strong feeling of hunger suddenly came from his abdomen, and it seemed as if countless palms were tearing in his stomach.

The strong desire to eat made Zheng Hao can't wait to open his mouth and plug the blood gushing out of the cat's mouth.

The salty blood turned into a stream of heat into Zheng Hao's stomach, soothing the almost maddening hunger in his abdomen, but then an even stronger hunger surged in, prompting Zheng Hao to tear open the white cat's fur and nibble on the cat meat.

The hungry Zheng Hao didn't notice that his hands could easily tear the pliable fur, and that relaxed appearance was not much different from tearing a newspaper, and the strong muscles were also separated from the bones in his hands.

It wasn't until he ate all the limbs of the white cat and sat on the ground covered in blood with his belly that Zheng Haofang realized that most of the nearly 100-pound giant cat had been eaten by him.

There are still some Zheng Hao who can't get enough of it, tearing open the body of the white cat, he is not interested in the colorful internal organs, but he is attracted by the fluttering heart.

A fragrance that had never been smelled before was transmitted from the slightly trembling heart to Zheng Hao's mind, tempting Zheng Hao to tear off the cat's heart and stuff it into his mouth.

After chewing a few times, Zheng Hao felt his teeth touch a hard object, and took out half of the cat's heart from his mouth, and a white transparent pure crystal came into his eyes.

"What is this? Stone? Have you heard of gallstones, do you still have heart stones? ”

It is a prismatic crystal with the length of a middle finger and the thickness of a thumb, wide at the top and pointed at the bottom. In broad daylight, Zheng Hao could still see from above, and there was a bright white brilliance shining.

In an instant, Zheng Hao felt that he was wrapped in a rich aroma, and it turned out that it was the fragrance emitted by this crystal that attracted him.

Not in the mood to find out what kind of stone it was, Zheng Hao threw it directly into his mouth. As soon as the seemingly hard crystals came into contact with the saliva, they suddenly turned into a cold and dissipated in Zheng Hao's throat.

When he came back to his senses from the almost fluttering taste, Zheng Hao was surprised to find that the wound on his back that exposed the white bones had actually healed, and the swelling on his face was rapidly subsiding. What surprised Zheng Hao even more was that he felt that his whole body was full of strength.

Standing up straight, a continuous explosion came from Zheng Hao's fat body, making Zheng Hao feel that even if there were ten real tigers, he could also tear them alive.

"What kind of stone is this? This is the elixir! ”

Putting away his sadness, he burned the bloodstained bedding as a body, and when Zheng Hao, who had tears in his eyes, rode a scooter onto National Highway 208, he remembered that he had not found the Western-style kitchen knife in the cat's belly.

In fact, Zheng Hao, who was immersed in grief, still had more clues that he had not found, some gray-black fine hairs and imperceptible small paw prints in the bloodstains of the bedding, these traces did not belong to white cats and humans.