The handwriting on the notebook became more and more scribbled as he went, and Sang Ziqing couldn't imagine what kind of mental state the woman who was built into the wall wrote these words in the end.

He continued to flip, and the paper behind him had no other information except for the yellowed tear stains that had dried it.

If it weren't for being tied up in this quirky place, she would have been an excellent boss by now.

Sang Ziqing thought that the tragic scene of the bronze axe breaking through the wall and splattering flesh and blood came to mind again, he retched, stumbled and knocked over several medicine bottles next to the corner of the table, red and white capsules and gray pills scattered all over the ground.

"These things are drugs for venereal diseases! And sleeping pills? ”

Even though the spelling was filled with a dazzling amount of dense English, Sang Ziqing quickly accepted the message on the bottle.

"Giggle"!

The hiccups of the acid poured back rang out again.

Sang Ziqing put the medicine into the bottle, put it back on the table, and pressed his forehead.

"I'm so hungry that even medicine can produce a stress response, and if I don't find something to eat, I'll really starve to death!"

Even though it felt a little rude, even though the lady might be burdened with a terrible illness, he rummaged through the house, hoping that there would be any food left over from the house, even if it was just an unopened packet of crispy noodles.

Under the rummaging cabinets, except for a few bags of exposed clothes that were sorted out and wanted to be thrown away, Sang Ziqing found nothing else.

Not to mention the crisp noodles, not even a pack of small spicy strips.

He sat on the bed in disappointment, covering his abdomen, the belt around his waist sinking into his flesh and skin, and the barely opened short knife hurt his waist.

That axe seemed to have exhausted all his life's strength, and even the last trace of energy in his body was deprived.

Hungry! Hungry and dizzy! Hungry limbs tremble! It's dark in front of your hungry eyes!

Sang Ziqing was like a quagmire, and before he took a few steps, he felt that his body was sinking infinitely, and the distance to the corridor of Room No. 9 was like a moat every other day.

The door to room four was ajar, and two women could be seen hugging each other with red faces.

In the priest's room, there was the sound of a beautiful piano, and it was hard to imagine what kind of music the beating notes and the woman's gasping had collided before.

Sang Ziqing staggered back into the room, locked the door, and sat down against the door.

He adjusted his breathing, curled up his abdomen, trying to relieve the discomfort in his stomach, and the endless sleepiness swept over him again, but he did not dare to close his eyes, on the one hand, out of fear of death, and on the other hand, the damn doors and walls, which could not stop even the sound of breathing.

Behind Sang Ziqing, outside the door, there was a rhythmic clear and rough breathing.

He didn't know who the person standing outside the door was, or rather, there was no one standing outside the door!

The rough pant was heavy and powerful, like a demon that had borne countless sins, and its mouth was open, spitting out the smell of sourness, staring at the next prey.

Sang Ziqing felt that the door behind him did not exist, and his figure was completely seen through by the things that existed outside.

Finally, with difficulty, he got up, tried not to make any noise, pressed his face against the door, and peered into the cat's eye.

You must know the truth, otherwise, this kind of chaotic curiosity, as well as the curiosity that tears at the spirit, will make a person completely crazy!

His eyes rested on the door mirror, taking in the magnified world.

All that catches your eye is a dark red, sandpaper-like patch, with gray dots in the middle and erratic transparent spots.

"It's broken, I remember yesterday when I checked it out..."

A terrifying thought flashed in Sang Ziqing's mind, his body froze there, he didn't dare to move at all, and even his breathing was deliberately suppressed.

The heart of the indisputable is still "fluttering", no matter how he appeases him, it still won't help.

On the other side of the cat's eye, a glimmer of light flashed, and then the vision opened up and brightened.

Sang Ziqing's limbs were stiff, and after a long period of time, he slowly recovered.

The familiar angelic voice sounded in my ears again, only this time, it was even more indistinct.

He shook his head desperately, trying to get the noise of electromagnetic interference out of his head, but unexpectedly he hit his head against the wall-carved coat hook.

Blood flowed down the tiny scars on his forehead, filling in the bloody marks from the nails, pulling out a scarlet line.

There was also the eerie sound of rats sprinting on the hollow planks, and these ugly-looking fellows were waiting for an opportunity to wait for the teenager whose spirit had dropped to the extreme.

Sang Ziqing wiped the blood line off his face, grabbed the lamp on the bedside table, and smashed it towards the hollow wall.

With a shrill chirping and Leacher's gruff cursing, the room was finally silent.

Sang Ziqing lay on the bed, his eyes staring at the colorful glass on the balcony window, no matter how wide his eyes were, he still couldn't see the outside world clearly.

Why is that?

Why did I lose all my memories, drag a bitter stomach, and be deprived of even the right to enjoy normal food?

Why should I go through this rambling gloom of horror, tossing and turning in chaos and unbearable, jumping around headless like a dog stepped on by its tail?

Why should I be involved in this stupid game of bullshit with no clear rules, playing the boring role of a friendly neighbor with someone I don't know?

Even the filthy and weak rat in the wall covets my body.

I want to live!

I want to live!

In this weird and grotesque hell - live!

Sang Ziqing's trembling hand slowly reached into his pocket and took out the two packets of crispy noodles that had been crushed into meat sauce.

A delicate bag printed with a cartoon raccoon is still crawling and wriggling with the undead flesh worms.

He opened the bag, closed his eyes, buried his mouth in it, and gnawed at everything in the bag like a mad dog.

The juice of the meat worm burst in the mouth, and on the tongue and the wall of the mouth, I clearly felt the wriggling of the worms struggling to die.

The sticky and unpleasant taste became lighter and lighter, and Sang Ziqing gradually felt that this turtle-like thing was unexpectedly delicious.

Subsequently, the aroma of scallion oil spreads through the taste buds, and the sticky chewiness is simply replaced.

Listening to the crisp sound of "rattling" in his mouth, Sang Ziqing's spirit gradually stabilized.

The food in the bag, dry and hard and sparse, is indeed a fried dough without a doubt.

"It's all an illusion, it's all an illusion... Hahaha..."

The boy laughed like a madman, and two lines of tears unconsciously slipped to his mouth, adding a salty astringency to the crisp noodles with the scent of green onions.

A few hard sticks of noodles fell off the sheets, were picked up and sent back to their mouths, and after eating a pack, they approached another pack.

The stomach that had been tortured for a long time became fragile and petite, and the two bags of noodles were simply under the stomach, and they even felt full.

After Sang Ziqing finished eating, he put his mouth on the faucet in the bathroom, and poured water into his abdomen like a donkey.

After a long time, the stomach finally swelled, and the soaked noodles made the empty body feel unprecedented satisfaction.

"I'm going to live!" The boy stared at himself in the mirror and muttered to himself.