A hundred times for one person or a hundred times for a hundred people? I was attracted by Li Sheng's question, blinked at him, and turned my head to think about it.

In fact, for people like me who make a living by writing, the more people who read my books, the better, because only by reading more people can I have more income. But from the perspective of a storyteller, a reader who understands me is far more precious and rare than hundreds or thousands of viewers.

I thought about it for a while before I replied softly, "Well, to be honest, I'd be very happy if someone could read my book a hundred times." But if I had to change a hundred readers to such a reader, I think I would need to think about it before I can make a decision. ”

"Consider?" Li Sheng seemed to find my answer interesting, "What kind of considerations?" ”

"Thinking about what a hundred readers means to me." I replied earnestly, "If I only have a hundred readers, and those hundred readers are all to me, then I don't think I'm willing to trade all my readers for one who is willing to read my book a hundred times." ”

"But if I had a thousand readers, I might think about swapping." I continued, "And if I had 10,000 readers, I think I'd be willing to swap." ”

"So, what is your answer?" Li Sheng looked at me with meaningful eyes.

I shrugged, "So my answer is that I hope that out of a hundred of my readers, there will be one person who is willing to read my book a hundred times." ”

"Heheheha"

Li Sheng couldn't help laughing, he shook his head while laughing, and laughed for a while before stopping, still with a smile on his face, "You kid, you're too greedy, aren't you?" ”

Even if Li Sheng said that he was greedy, I didn't feel the slightest shyness. He pursed his lips indifferently and tilted his head.

"Hey, people are always greedy, and they always hope that all the good things will be taken by themselves, and I just gave the answer in my heart. And as I said, if it's a two-choice question, I'll probably choose a hundred people. ”

Li Sheng shook his head, as if he was a little helpless, "I can understand why your worldview is like that, you kid is simply too frank." I've asked a lot of people the question just now, and you're the only one who chose a hundred people to answer it. ”

"The only one?" I was also a little surprised, "Is everyone willing to exchange all their readers for a confidant?" ”

"Yes, they do. At least they say they do. Li Sheng spread his hands towards me, "Because of any feelings, no matter the style, in short, those who can write can be regarded as literati, and literati always have some noble spirit, I haven't met anyone who gives an answer like you." ”

What this sentence means is that Li Sheng's answer to me is at least not ill-willing, right?

I blinked, thought for a moment, and asked, "What kind of answer would you give to the same question, Mr. Mo?" ”

"Me?" Li Sheng raised his eyebrows, "I"

Before he could finish his sentence, the conversation was interrupted by footsteps coming from the mouth of the cave, attracting our attention.

Lu Haisheng and Fu Lingjun are back.

A pyre was erected, a fire was lit, and the cut, moderately sized crocodile meat was set on the fire.

It didn't take long for the pieces of meat to begin to change color, slightly browned in the light of the fire, and the fragrance wafted out, swirling in the air and burrowing into everyone's nose.

It's a terrible thing, and the terrible thing about it is that we may be able to control its effects, but we can never control its generation.

To be honest, after eating so many meals of dry food, and then not even having enough dry food, a piece of meat that is evenly sprinkled with seasonings and carefully grilled is particularly attractive.

The seasoning was still brought by Lin Ya, but he couldn't eat this barbecue by himself now.

The aroma of the meat is getting stronger and stronger, seducing everyone's appetite and senses. The stomach, which has been given the signal to find a delicacy, is singing a symphony all the time, giving us the order to "destroy them" over and over again. The aroma entered the trachea and spread through the olfactory system to every nerve, the peristalsis of the stomach intensified, and I could clearly hear the sound of the stomach of everyone in the cave.

Hunger makes people impatient, and they bite into the meat before it is fully cooked. Even Fang Ruoxi woke up under the prompt of the aroma and joined this gluttonous feast.

Most people enjoy the food, but there are also a few people who have not yet indulged in the meal.

Lin Ya was still unconscious, and if he was awake, he might have made the meat even more delicious, and then enjoyed the food.

Fu Lingjun looked at the piece of meat in her hand and couldn't swallow it, I looked at the tangled and struggling expression on her face, and understood what she was thinking like knowing herself.

The meat in my hands exudes an enticing aroma, and my empty stomach keeps giving me commands, but my brain is saying no.

I can't get out of my mouth, I can't get out of my mouth.

My mind was filled with large patches of blood on the lake outside the cave, dark red, with a fishy sweet smell. In those breaths, my mind unconsciously constructs the scene of Chen Si's death, again and again, over and over again.

I even had the illusion that the meat was harvested from a fishing trip, and that the bait was human flesh and the crocodiles were caught.

No, no, no, I closed my eyes, raised my hand to cover the light in front of me, and calmed my breath.

The thought is so horrible that I need to be calm.

In fact, the crocodiles that were killed by Fu Lingjun were all killed by Fu Lingjun before they could attack Chen Si. It stands to reason that the crocodile that was cut off by us couldn't have eaten Chen Si's meat, but I just couldn't help but care.

I lowered my hand and raised my eyes to look at Fu Lingjun, her face was ugly—of course, I don't think I could see anywhere—she was still holding the meat and didn't move. I just saw those bloodstains, but Fu Lingjun directly faced Chen Si's death, and I think she was probably more affected than me.

I think it's a sad thing to feed on the flesh of a crocodile that has just torn apart its companions. And what's even more tragic is that no matter how disgusted I am, I have to eat it.

We always have a lot of choices to survive, and if there were other options, we wouldn't do it, but it's because there is no other choice that it's called a last resort.

The aroma of the meat was still strong, and the hunger in my stomach was not relieved in the slightest, and the pain caused by hunger spread in my stomach, deepening my desire for the meat in my hand over and over again, and also superimposing my resistance and disgust again and again.

My stomach says it likes the piece of meat and is desperate to get it.

My brain says it hates this piece of meat and wants it to go away right away.

My tongue says it's curious about the taste of the meat and is happy to taste every bit of it.

My lips said it had no interest in the meat, and didn't want to touch it at all.

I said, I don't want to eat this meat, but I have to eat it.

I picked up the branch dressed in pieces of meat and slowly approached my mouth and nose, the aroma became more and more intense, and the warmth of the food aroused my instinctive craving in hunger. Some hesitantly opened their mouths to approach the meat, and their lips touched the warm fat on the surface of the meat, which was smooth and fragrant.

A small piece of meat is torn by the teeth and slides down into the mouth, the smooth and tender taste collides with the teeth on the tip of the tongue, and the rich juice is squeezed out by the teeth, filling the entire mouth with the unique aroma of oil. It's as if all the cells in that piece of meat are bursting open on the tip of the tongue, spreading the irresistible flavor and aroma to every taste bud, sliding down the throat, down the esophagus, into the stomach, and then throughout the body. Every nerve and every drop of blood in the body is contaminated with this fleshy fragrance, and then overflows through the pores, enveloping the whole person.

I subconsciously chewed it twice, and the taste struck me as familiar and unfamiliar, some like chicken, some like rabbit, and a little like human meat.

"Gross-"

The sudden thought made me uncontrollably nauseous, and subconsciously turned my head to spit out the meat that had not been swallowed in my mouth, and the taste of the gravy remained in my mouth to make me nauseous.

My sudden reaction also interrupted the others' eating, and sensing the other people's bets, I turned my head away from those glances and waved my hand indiscriminately to indicate that I was okay.

"Are you alright?"

Yu Pu's voice came to me with the sound of footsteps, and I turned my head to look, and he crouched beside me with a bottle of water.

"It would be better to drink some water." Yu Pu said, unscrewing the cap of the bottle and handing the water bottle to me. "You can ignore the smell of it and focus on something else, or do you know meditation? It's much better if you don't think about it. ”

I glanced at Yu Pu and nodded silently. Yu Pu is a psychiatrist, and I think he understands why I can't eat. To put it bluntly, this is just a kind of psychological disorder, in fact, I have never eaten human flesh, of course, it is impossible to know what human flesh tastes like, and the feeling of resemblance that appears out of thin air is just a psychological hint I give myself.

Still, no matter what, I had to eat it in order to live.