The head hurts!

When he walked to the No. 11 chicken coop, Wang Fushou felt that his head hurt really uncomfortably. He no longer felt the itch, but it became an extremely intense, faint pain. He leaned against the wall and shook his head vigorously, finding that his left hand, which had been scratching the itch, was covered in blood. But it doesn't matter. On the surface of the thin alloy slats on the side of the chicken coop, Wang Fushou's hideous expression at the moment was vaguely reflected.

Chickens are also animals.

For fear, all animals have the same instinct and will scream desperately.

Wang Fushou threw away the iron rod and clutched his hair tightly with both hands, as if he was trying to control a wild horse with the reins. He felt something strange in his throat, as if the inside of his throat had instantly become thicker. Maybe it's the swelling, which causes the lump to block the trachea, making it impossible for me to breathe, and it's unspeakably uncomfortable.

This was a memory of this for many years.

It was my own childhood, and I had mumps...... Thinking about the past, Wang Fushou somehow remembered an old man who died in the early years of the village. Because of iodine deficiency, he developed a large neck disease, and a tumor the size of a football grew on the side of his neck. It looks terrifying, and even his head has been squeezed once, and he can only tilt it like that forever.

Wang Fushou suddenly had a thought that he had never thought of before———— Will I die like this?"

"Water...... Water ......"

Wang Fushou heard his own hoarse shout.

That's a good thing, it means there's still a gap in the middle of the throat that isn't swollen enough to breathe. He stumbled back to the chicken farm office holding on to the wall. This section of the road is very short, about 60 meters, but Wang Fushou walked very hard, and even had to bend over, holding the wall with both hands, or every object that could be used as support.

Taking out a glass of transparent clean water from the water dispenser, Wang Fushou held the cup in both hands, approached his mouth, and drank it tremblingly. The water ran down his throat, causing an immediate discomfort. The throat shook violently, and there was an extremely strong vomiting reaction. I didn't drink a drop of water, and the concrete floor was full of saliva and water that had been coughed up. Among them, there are also dots of pus and blood droplets.

Still thirsty.

But Wang Fushou understands that what he needs now is not water.

He put down the cup, and in a trance, he sat down on the couch numbly, gasping for breath as he tried to find a solution in his chaotic and aching mind.

There is no doubt that I am sick and need to go to the hospital as soon as possible.

Moreover, Wang Fushou felt that he had never been so sick.

The rooster crows louder and louder.

Water does not quench thirst.

I, I need blood, I need to drink blood!

An instinctive disgust arose spontaneously from Wang Fushou's heart. He never imagined that he would have such a thought.

What's going on?

Why am I like this?

The pain in his head eased slightly, and Wang Fushou became conscious. He stood up from the couch with a hard grip on the wall, swayed himself, and walked slowly towards the mirror hanging on the opposite wall.

He knew that the brief lucidity would not last long. The sharp pain will soon return. Wang Fushou wanted to take advantage of this gap to see his face and see if the person in the mirror was still not himself.

The vision was a little blurry, but it did not prevent Wang Fushou from seeing that his two eye sockets were full of bloodshots. They are so dense and horribly red that they take up almost all parts of the eyeballs.

Wiping a handful of cold sweat oozing from his forehead, Wang Fushou opened his mouth and saw his throat.

The tongue is already swollen, and the inner part of the body that connects to the esophagus has increased in volume at least three times. Every time you raise or turn the tip of your tongue, it will cause pain. The area under the tongue, in particular, has swelled like a ball. Under the thin clump of red membrane are blood vessels, and the slightest touch can be fatal.

The time for head relief is simply too short. A few seconds later, the same maddening pain that had been there before, returned. It was as if there was a pair of invisible claws that were tearing Wang Fushou's head fiercely. He screamed and wailed, no longer had any so-called sanity, completely manipulated by instinct. He left the room and walked towards the nearest chicken coop.

The cages were crowded with hens. Despite Wang's slow and clumsy movements, there was still an unlucky hen that was pinched by the neck and dragged out of the cage. Wang Fushou did not hesitate at all, broke the poor hen's head and body into ninety degrees, and then lowered his head and bit hard, a mouth full of chicken feathers and warm chicken blood poured into his mouth along the crack.

Very special drink, really delicious.

Wang Fushou couldn't understand these things that happened to him at all. He didn't understand why he would eat a chicken raw in such a barbaric way.

At this moment, what he can understand is the satisfaction that comes from within his body.

It's very simple and very direct———— when the chicken blood is slowly swallowed down the throat, the headache that tortures me is significantly reduced, and there is no more extremely uncomfortable thirst before.

A chicken doesn't have much blood. When his teeth and the tip of his tongue touched the soft and tender chicken, Wang Fushou opened his mouth and bit down without thinking about it, tore off a large piece, and chewed it carefully in his mouth.

He is not averse to chicken feathers. Even though it has nothing to do with food. But it is not without its benefits to drinking blood, it means being able to eat more efficiently and at the fastest rate in a very short time. Humans have evolved to be picky about food. The way they eat is no longer natural. Too many scruples, as well as a series of restrictions such as hygiene and cooking, make their understanding of the word "food" no longer primitive.

It's actually very simple: what can move is what can be eaten.

Wang Fushou understands it this way at the moment.

It took him two chickens to banish the unbearable pain. There is chicken blood and chicken feathers all over the face and body, and yellow-green chicken feces remain at the corners of the mouth. The soft offal is very delicious, and Wang Fushou has found for the first time that the crispy and tender chicken heart and liver taste first-class, but the quantity is less.

The hen in the cage has stopped crowing. They huddled together and looked around incessantly, their eyes full of horror.

It's raining outside. The door was open, and the night breeze blew in with the rain, falling on Wang Fushou's crazy hot face.

He suddenly opened his eyes wide, looked down at the chicken feathers scattered on the ground under his feet, and the little chicken that had been eaten, and suddenly woke up, chilling all over.

Me, what have I done?

I actually swallowed two chickens, two live chickens!

Nima, it's all money!

If you do something wrong, try to fix it. Even if it's hard to make amends, disguise it so that nothing seems to have happened on the surface. Wang Fushou, who came to his senses, wiped off the blood as quickly as possible, threw away the chicken feathers, and cleaned the area around the chicken coop...... After doing all this, he returned to the office again, looking at the box of cold rice sent by his wife on the table, and was stunned for a long time.

Then, Wang Fushou remembered the chicken thief who bit him last night.

……

Liu Tianming woke up from his sleep, opened his eyes, and felt the sunlight slanting through the curtains.

Last night's rain seemed to drain all the clouds in the sky, and today's sun was particularly harsh, and you could even feel the impending heat early.

There were a lot of crumpled candy wrappers on the floor, and most of the bags of "Hsu Fu Chi" on the table were empty. Liu Tianming casually picked up a piece of leftover fruit candy, peeled off the candy wrapper, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Eating candy is a desire, not an idea or a thought.

Took out a bottle of ceftriaxone sodium from the refrigerator, mixed it with sodium chloride and glucose injection, as well as lidocaine hydrochloride prepared in advance, and after shaking it evenly, Liu Tianming pumped the mixed liquid into the needle, pricked the needle into his wrist, controlled the syringe with his right hand, and slowly injected all the liquid into his body.

This level of ceftriaxone sodium is already three times that of a normal adult. Liu Tianming has tested it before, and even this high concentration of antibiotics can withstand it himself.

There was a faint pain in the head.

This happened several days ago. Liu Tianming didn't think there was anything wrong. There are many causes of headaches, and the degree of pain is not obvious, and the time is not long-lasting, so naturally I will not pay attention to it.

After washing up, it's time to go to work.

What to eat for breakfast is a question that bothers Liu Tianming. Well...... There is a newly opened steamed bun shop between the community and the bus station, and I heard that the sugar triangle there is very good.

When he went downstairs, Liu Tianming subconsciously took out his mobile phone, connected to the network, and opened the news interface.

Many people have the habit of watching the news, and Liu Tianming is no exception.

There are a lot of various titles on the web page. It's just that I don't know why, in recent times, the number of news about injuries caused by fights has been a lot more than usual.

"A man bites several neighbors, and the police suspect that he is a rabies patient."

"A young woman suddenly wielded a knife in the middle of the city, and after being controlled, she was babbling gibberish and delirious."

"A number of elderly people in the nursing home fell from a high altitude, and the police said that there had been fights before after investigation. Stay tuned to the Morning News"

……

The streets are very crowded during the morning rush hour. The streets and alleys are full of dense crowds and traffic. Whenever this happens, e-bike riders will accuse too many cars of occupying the road space, and people sitting in the cab will froth at the mouth and curse angrily, saying that the e-bike riders are indiscriminately ramming and not obeying traffic rules. The shouting quickly escalated into a roar, and all sorts of filthy words flew over the city. Everyone was accustomed to greeting each other's female family members, and then the conflict quickly split into sharp antagonisms between different classes of wealth.

"Silly bastard! Amazing driving? Hit Lao Tzu down, watch Lao Tzu kill you! ”

"What are you talking about? What kind of chicken cake is it called? Riding a rotten electric car is a strange piece of bullshit. Believe it or not, Lao Tzu smashed a few bundles of banknotes and smashed grams, and he wanted your life every minute? ”