Calm down, Kyungwon, don't think for the worst!

Mentality, keep mentality!

Practice is the only criterion for testing the truth, and whether or not there are dead people has not yet been determined.

Maybe it's just heart failure, but it's normal for a weak heartbeat.

In order to overturn the conclusion that "the corpse is talking", Kyungwon began to do further verification.

He opened his mouth and leaned close to the glass to look at his teeth and mouth.

There is no shortage of 28 permanent teeth that adults should have, white and beautiful, and at first glance it is a good tooth to eat Ma Ma Xiang, but there is no saliva, dry.

Well... It must have been because I hadn't drunk water for too long.

He pressed the thumb of his right hand at the elbow of his left hand and counted 60 seconds in silence at the same time.

I didn't press it very hard, but when I released my hand, a thumb-sized depression appeared in the place, and it didn't bounce back for a long time.

- The skin is like a piece of soft plasticine.

People with edema and kidney problems are also this virtue, and the person in the mirror looks like they are seriously ill, and it is normal for the skin to soften.

Then, he took out a fruit knife from his pocket, gritted his teeth, and slashed his thumb vigorously, and the blood that flowed from the wound was jet black, sticky, and smelled unpleasant.

There is no life, no vitality, like the blood of the dead... Or the kind that has been dead for days...

The most important thing is that even if there is a large cut in his finger, he does not feel pain.

On the first day, at 19:23:15 p.m., Kyungwon had to accept the cruel reality that the young and energetic body had left him, replaced by a broken body that could not feel pain or thirst.

Don't ask him how he knows the time, because he wears a diamond-encrusted mechanical watch on his wrist that you can tell at first glance that it is expensive.

This body is completely different from the original body.

The sense of smell and hearing is normal, but the vision, like myopia, has to be very close to see clearly, the visual range is less than 5 meters, and 5 meters away is a blurred circle.

There is also a very serious problem.

From the moment he woke up, there was a strong feeling of hunger in his abdomen.

I'm hungry... I really want to stuff something in my stomach...

It's no wonder that fried chicken comes to mind at the beginning.

The ups and downs of emotions just now were not so obvious, but when the mood stabilized a little, the hunger became more and more intense, and there seemed to be a dry fire burning in his stomach, making him unable to stand upright.

He hunched over and slowly looked towards the bathroom exit, from where a sweet and enticing smell came from.

It's very fragrant, just like the smell of fried chicken that I smelled when I sat in front of the computer at 10 o'clock because I didn't have time to eat dinner because I was working overtime last night.

He thought of the spicy wings wrapped in golden puff pastry, the fried soft golden fries, the black pepper chicken nuggets sprinkled with chili flakes.... The throat squirms.

Although he hadn't met the guy lying at the door yet, the sound of haze coming from the crack could tell that it was a mammal, probably a dog, because its hawling sound was very similar to Aunt Wang's Chihuahua downstairs.

A live dog that moves and jumps, and when it bites, it's juicy and bursting...

Bursting...

The Chihuahua that likes to defecate in the open was so tragic that it was enough to make a mosaic, but the mixture of corpses, blood and bones not only did not make him nauseous and vomit, but made him even hungrier.

When he realized this change in thinking, he was startled and withdrew his right foot that had stepped forward.

He slapped himself.

It didn't hurt at all, but it made his heart feel a lot smoother.

As a lover of barbecue and fried chicken, I would one day want to become a raw cannibal of sin, Amitabha, the god of barbecue and fried chicken, please forgive my sins!

He made a cross on his chest.

The changes in his body seem to be starting to affect his thinking, which is not a good sign.

But...

In a normal person's mind, there is nothing wrong with eating raw meat.

What sashimi, oysters, lettuce, Cantonese people eat Fujianese, aren't they everywhere?

You must be hungry to eat raw meat, and when people are hungry, they can eat mud in their stomachs.

yes, I must have been so hungry that I wanted to eat that dog raw.

There was another "woo-woo" sound at the bathroom door.

Jing Yuan touched his belly through his blood-stained white shirt.

He looked back at the barrel in the bathroom.

It was a foot bath bucket for foot soaking, half a meter high, and although it was covered with dust, it could still be seen that the workmanship was exquisite, and the materials were sufficient, in other words, it was so heavy that you could almost imagine the wooden bucket hitting the dog's skull.

It would have been knocked unconscious, perhaps killed on the spot, and the bright red blood would seep out of the wound and onto the floor, converging into tiny trickles that stained the soles of Kyungwon's shoes little by little.

Fresh blood...

He has eaten pig blood and duck blood, and used it to make spicy Mao Xuewang, which is delicious and eats, but what will it taste like before the blood becomes a gelatinous Xuewang?

It must taste good, maybe it will taste like sweet wine, or chilled coke...

I'd love to try it...

Once again, Kyungwon came up with this unusual idea.

He thought to himself, how could he not have realized that he had the potential to be a cannibal before, and that hunger was such a terrible thing?

Maybe I'm just too hungry, and when I'm hungry, I want to eat meat and drink blood.

As long as you fill your stomach, you will definitely not have such thoughts.

He persuaded himself, carrying the bath foot bucket, approaching the bathroom exit little by little, with very light steps, holding his right hand on the doorknob, pulling it down, and pulling it back.

The door clanged, and the metal cylinder collided sharply with the frame, but the door did not open.

The door was locked.

After reacting, he snapped the buckle under the handle and spun it around.

With a crisp kickback sound, the lock cylinder popped back.

He gripped the doorknob and repeated the previous action.

Squeak...

The rusty door joints made an obscure noise, and the door opened, and the smell of condensation and mold came to my face.

Directly opposite Kyungwon is the balcony, which is surrounded by steel railings, and the gentle evening breeze pours in through the cracks in the floor-to-ceiling windows, and at the edge of the horizon, a huge red sun wheel is slowly falling.

The beams of the setting sun shone on the tiles, and the small living room was dyed an eerie red.

The corners of the living room are covered with cobwebs, the damp walls are peeling, and an LCD TV hangs quietly on the wall, facing the sofa and coffee table, and Kyungwon's blurred vision crosses every corner of the room.

He saw an old-fashioned double-door refrigerator standing in the corner, and a dining table in the corner on the other side, on which were plates, covered by umbrella-like gauze held up by a metal rack, and the food on the plate had become a black mass of mold and turned into a black mass of unidentified objects.

The sun was about to set, the room was dimly lit, and with Kyungwon's current eyesight, he could barely see much more, but he could still clearly feel the dog huddled under the TV cabinet.

It seemed to be frightened by the sound of the door, and it had been guarding the door, but now it shrank into a ball, shivering, and whining.

Jing Yuan's eyes looked at it as if he had seen a beam of light in the dark, so conspicuous.

A man and a dog looked at each other across the coffee table.

It's quiet outside, and the rows of skyscrapers are connected in the sunset, like blood-colored glass curtain walls.

Such a prosperous metropolis has no light and no vitality, only deathly silence.

But Kyungwon's ears were filled with all sorts of sounds - slow breathing, the contraction of abdominal muscles, the sound of blood flowing in his veins...

These sounds come together like a melodious music.