Hey, I'm all talking about it, and there's no movement in here. Zhuang Yichen directly released the ghoul skeleton and prepared to break in. On the one hand, he was a little itchy by the smell of meat, and on the other hand, he knew that there were still people living with him, but he shrunk his head and refused to come out to meet.

The ghoul's sharp claws plunged through the crack in the door, then slid down slightly, slicing the lock of the security door. Zhuang Yichen pushed open the door, and behind the door was a staircase leading to the underground, where the family had also built a basement. He had the ghoul skeleton hang from the top of the passageway, then walked slowly down the stairs himself.

After opening the security door, the fragrance was much stronger, constantly impacting Zhuang Yichen's nasal cavity in the small space. Smelling the rich aroma of meat, Zhuang Yichen suddenly felt uneasy for no reason.

The fragrance is too strong, and there is a feeling of not being able to say it, and smelling too much makes Zhuang Yichen feel faintly disgusting. He was sure he had smelled it before, but he couldn't remember where it was, and what it was.

To be on the safe side, he took out the pistol he hadn't used in a long time from the storage space and slowly walked down the stairs. Against humans, or guns can play a greater role.

Walking down the stairs, Zhuang Yichen stopped in front of a thin wooden door. He took a few steps back, then kicked the wooden door open with a single kick.

As the wooden door broke, a scream was heard.

Zhuang Yichen walked into the room. He saw a small iron stove in the center of the room, on which a small pot of broth was boiling.

A skinny middle-aged man was lying not far from the stove wailing, holding a large firewood knife in his hand, ready to hide behind the door and attack Zhuang Yichen, but he didn't expect Zhuang Yichen to kick the door open so roughly, and he was also fanned by the wooden door with blood on his face, and he was staring at Zhuang Yichen in horror at the moment.

As soon as Zhuang Yichen entered the door, his eyes were attracted by the pot with the boiling broth. In an instant, he understood why the fragrance was so strong, why it made him feel the urge to vomit, and why the fragrance was so familiar.

Because what is boiling in that pot is clearly a pot of human meat!

He resisted the desire to vomit, and kicked the pot of broth to the ground with the stove, and the hot broth spilled on the ground, and a lot of it splashed on the middle-aged man's body, he screamed like a pig, and begged Zhuang Yichen for mercy in his mouth.

Zhuang Yichen ignored him, but bypassed the middle-aged man, walked to a large water tank behind him, and saw the contents of the water tank, Zhuang Yichen couldn't help bending over and vomiting wildly.

Inside was the corpse of a young girl, curled up in a tank full of coarse salt grains, her whole body buried by the crystal salt grains, revealing only a serene side face, half white and delicate small shoulders, and a left hand, the fingers were slender and slender, like freshly peeled onions.

As for her other arm, it should have been boiled in the pot just now.

As soon as he bent over and vomited for a while, the middle-aged man lying on the ground got up and prepared to escape. Zhuang Yichen raised his hand and shot him in the leg, putting him back on the ground, and then he wiped the corner of his mouth and stood up with the water tank, and slowly walked in front of the middle-aged man.

Zhuang Yichen's gaze swept over his disgusting face, and then he put the pistol against the man's head.

"Bang! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Five huge gunshots rang out in a row, echoing through the tiny basement. Before the middle-aged man could continue to beg for mercy, his head was directly smashed into a rotten flesh.

The bullets in the gun had been fired, but Zhuang Yichen was still pulling the trigger, and he stopped after six or seven clicks. It seemed that only this action could ease his current uncalm mood.

After a long time, Zhuang Yichen threw away the empty gun in his hand. Then he sat down on the ground, took out a box of cigarettes, and regardless of his bloody hands, he took one out of it and put it in his mouth. But he found that his hands were shaking badly, and he lit the lighter several times without paying attention, but was washed by the smell of blood on his hands and vomited again.

After spitting up, he took out a bottle of pure water to rinse the blood off his hands, and then walked out of the basement in silence. When he got outside, he was blown by the cool breeze of the night, and Zhuang Yichen's mind was much clearer. Finally, no longer having to endure the disgusting smell of meat, he sat down on a stone bench in the courtyard, then re-lit a cigarette and smoked silently.

In the midst of the smoke, Zhuang Yichen seemed to see the girl who was placed in the salt jar in front of his eyes again.

The middle-aged man was the owner of the family and the girl's father. Zhuang Yichen saw a family photo of their family in the living room of this family, and the girl in the photo was affectionately holding her father's neck, smiling like a flower, bright and bright.

Perhaps she would never have imagined that she would be salted into a salt jar by her dearest father, and then slowly cut into pieces and stewed and eaten.

Zhuang Yichen thought about the bedroom of the girl he had practiced all night, those pale pink girlish dreams, those annoying math problems and exams that could never be escaped. It's all so vivid, so wonderful, but at this moment, it's all turned into the smell of meat wafting through the air. Just like the corpse incineration plant in Jiangcheng after the end of the world, the grease instantly burst out with an attractive aroma under the **** of the flames, attracting demons to madness and tempting humans to fall.

His mood at the moment was complicated, but it was only complicated. After the end of the world, I have seen too many people who live and die. After just a cigarette, Zhuang Yichen's anger and sadness all subsided. He was just a little sad about his peace. As I saw just now, it's just an ordinary pot of meat, and it's not a living person that is killed casually, but a chicken.

He lit another cigarette and looked up at the blue sky. He knew that he was no longer the ordinary otaku he used to be.

Flicking the cigarette ash from his hand, he glanced back at the basement. The small stove kicked down by Zhuang Yichen had already led to several old wooden tables piled up in the basement, and the raging flames were devouring everything in it. He walked back to the basement and walked out with a burning table leg. Then he walked into the two-story building with the legs of the table, and set fire to everything that could ignite in the room.

The raging flames soon engulfed the pale pink curtain, revealing the flames out of the window. Taking advantage of the wind, the entire small white building was soon engulfed in the fire.

Zhuang Yichen took a deep look at the burning building, then turned to leave. If this world is really parallel, then in this firelight, Zhuang Yichen really hopes that their family can continue to live peacefully in another world, all of this is just a nightmare, just wake up, the clouds will be clear, and the sun will be shining.

w。 4m.