I may have slept too long, I feel tired after sleeping too long, but compared to the tiredness of waking up this time, the tiredness of sleeping too long is really nothing, and then I feel terrible hunger. I am so hungry that I can't think too much. I feel like my body is being controlled by hunger. I can eat anything, I have to get up and eat something, I am so hungry, I struggle hard, I seem to be getting up from a pile of grass, my eyes are squinting in a daze, I can only see everything indistinctly, I hear a loud whistling wind, and I am very close to the sound of frightened horses, so close that I can reach out if I reach overI turned my head and tried to open my eyes a little more, but I couldn't, I didn't have the spirit to open my eyes at all, but there was a strong instinct that drove me to the horse. I was hungry. Whew." I pierced the horse's body with one hand.The horse fell to the ground with a terrible scream.I grabbed the entrails and pulled them out.Soon.The horse was motionless again.No sound was made.Finally I instinctively devoured it.Constantly filling this terrible hunger.Though there was still a glimmer of reason telling me that it was a living thing.And what I was doing was devouring living things like a wild animal.But I didn't hate eating it raw.On the contrary, I loved the smell of blood and raw meat very much.I knew it wasn't because I was too hungry.But I was meant to be like this.My origin was a terrible cold-blooded animalThe devouring went on for a long time, until at last I stopped satisfied, and immediately fell asleep again. After a long time, I woke up hungry again, so hungry, very hungry, but this time I was much more energetic than the last time, and I was more conscious. The howling wind of last night had stopped somehowly. Now it was quiet. I opened my eyes, and I dragged my tired and hungry body to my feet, and looked aroundThere was no discomfort, it seemed like it was a matter of course to devour a living creature like this, but I just felt that this tall horse was eaten so cleanly, and I hardly thought it was done by myself." Who am I, why am I here?" I think back to the big pit of scorching flames, the lonely snow forest, which should have died there, where I should have died, where I am, by the way, I was saved, the man and the woman who saved me from the snow, and my memory is blurry, but I still have an impression." Who am I?" I touched my head, um, lowered my hand and looked up, my left hand was raised, both hands were there, I looked down, both thighs were there, but, when I crawled out of the fire pit, I had broken my hand and a foot. limbs were regeneratedBut the regenerated right hand and right leg are very tender, but you can clearly see how tender they are, and the mood becomes panicked." What the hell am I?" The wooden door of the stables opened.I looked back.I saw a white-skinned woman of European and American blood standing in the doorway.staring straight at me.Her eyes were full of shock and disbelief.I vaguely recognized this woman's face.It was the European and American woman who had saved me in the snowy forest.Because of the cold weather, it was thickly wrapped.But it didn't hide her beauty.When I saw her.I had an appetite.Yes.I wanted to eat her appetite raw.I might have seen a person who was supposed to be dead now standing up again.And looking at her with a hideous and terrible look.This woman was very terrible.I cried out in a lost voiceAnd in a panic I retreated, and ran out of the stable, and saw such a monster, and there was no reason not to be afraid. I was not human, and I was a monster, and I was hungry, and I wanted to eat, and with the urge to be overridden by my appetite, I staggered out, and if I could catch up, I wanted to eat the woman, and when I came out of the stable, I found that it was a small manor by the lake, and a few wooden houses, and the smoke of the cooking, and the lazy cry of the cows and sheep, and a snowmobile parked under the shed, and a large wagon loaded with wood, and a few snow dogs barking at me, but as soon as I saw it, I immediately left with my tail between my legsIt was a clear sky.There was a white expanse all around.The beautiful European and American woman was gone.I looked at the snowdogs who were surrounding me and I didn't know whether to enter or run away.They obviously didn't know what kind of monster I was.I didn't know how powerful.I slammed into front of one of them.I slapped the snowdog who hadn't had time to run away.I slapped the snowdog to the ground with one hand.I killed one on the spot.And the snowdog skull was shattered.The blood flowed all over the ground.The surrounding snowdogs ran away in all directions.I picked up the snowdog that had been shot to death.I looked at it for a moment.Without too much hesitation.I let the strong hunger bite off without thinking.Tear a piece of fleshChewing and devouring in my mouth, and then continuing to bite and swallow in satisfaction.I felt two people running out of a large wooden house.I looked over there while nibbling on dog meat.I saw that it was the two who brought me back from the snow forest before.One was Uncle Beard.The other was the woman just now.Uncle Beard was holding a shotgun in his hand.The muzzle of the gun was pointed at me.But the body and the muzzle of the gun were trembling.The two of them were looking at me, a monster that was eating flesh, in fear.Uncle Beard looked at me in fear and asked:" You, what are you?" I'm probably a monster, I swallow fast, I digest it amazingly, but I don't digest what I swallow right away, and after eating half of the snowdog, I throw the snowdog on the ground, I wipe my mouth and say to them, "I don't know, maybe it's a monster." I spoke to them in a common language, and they seemed to understand what I was saying, and they were a little surprised, and the beard asked me in fear, "You, what do you want?" What do you want to do."" Yes, you, what do you want to do here, you monster." I looked at him blankly for a moment, understood what he said, thought hard about what I wanted, and finally replied, "I want to live, I want to know who I am." They were probably puzzled, and I looked at me suspiciously, and I asked, "Do you know who I am?"