Volume 1 Chapter 225 Where Is Home?

Chapter 225 Where is Home?

The sarcoma was gently cut open, and a group of green jelly-like jelly slipped out along the opening, with a piece of dark brown broken shrapnel contained in the middle of the green jelly, and the jelly did not disperse, It really condensed into a ball like jelly.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the weird gum in front of him, a strange fragrance filled his nose, he turned to Wang Le and the fat cook and asked, "Do you smell anything?"

The fat cook first sniffed the air carefully with his garlic nose and said: "The smell of blood, and there is also a foul smell,"

"Well, what I smell is a fishy smell, very fishy, ​​even fishier than fish." This is Wang Le's feeling.

The strange fragrance did not dissipate, but became more and more intense. Zhang Xiaoqiang smelled the more and more intense fragrance, and looked at the jelly-like green jelly in front of him, and suddenly felt a desire from the bottom of his heart.

Looking at the unknown object in front of him, he always had a crazy idea of ​​eating it, and this weird idea became stronger and stronger, so strong that he could no longer control himself.

"Ding Dong..." The claw blade fell off his hand and made a jade-like crisp sound when it fell on a broken leg bone, and his trembling right hand unconsciously stretched out towards the thing... "Eat it... eat it Drop it... eat..." A strange voice rang in Zhang Xiaoqiang's mind, urging Zhang Xiaoqiang to quickly grab that thing and feed it to his mouth.

Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't tell whether the weird voice was coming from the outside world or his subconscious was muttering to himself. Now he has already forgotten Wang Le and the cook beside him, and only the strange green ball in his eyes Glue.

Holding the soft gelatinous substance in his hand, it feels slightly cold, and the strange fragrance is getting stronger and stronger, as if a claw is stretched out in his throat to grab the thing in his hand.

Zhang Xiaoqiang struggled repeatedly mentally, finally he found a lunch box to wrap the thing, picked up all the claw blades without saying a word, turned around, left the kitchen and walked towards the hill.

In a place where the bamboo grove is densest, Zhang Xiaoqiang sat cross-legged in the middle of the bamboo grove, with an open lunch box in front of him, a mass of green transparent jelly lying quietly in the lunch box, watching the more and more fragrant jelly Zhang Xiaoqiang hesitated more and more.

He didn't know how he would change after eating this thing, but a longing from the depths of his soul kept calling him to eat the thing in front of him.

Although Zhang Xiaoqiang is no longer the otaku with no self-control, countless times of life and death and battles have honed him into a resolute warrior, his heart is still struggling, and his fingers are constantly stroking the jelly. The lunch box, the stronger the fragrance, the stronger the desire in my heart... Darkness... Endless darkness... Zhang Xiaoqiang walked slowly in the darkness... Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't know why he came here, and he couldn't remember why he came here , except for his own name, he can't remember anything, he can't remember when he came here, in this silent space, there is no cold, no warmth, no joy and fear, yes, nothing... Zhang Xiaoqiang Walking in the darkness carefree and joyless, he couldn't see everything, the road under his feet, the environment around him, and even his own body. Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't think about anything, he just walked in the darkness, he didn't Feeling any discomfort, as if walking in this endless darkness is the most real and real.

From time to time, some images of fighting, life, men, and women flashed in my mind, one after another lighted up, and one after another went out.

Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't care about these pictures, he even thought those pictures were illusory, fabricated by his boring mind, he believed that only this endless darkness was his home, the home where he was born, grew up, and even died , he feels comfortable here, yes, this is the feeling of home... home?

He suddenly thought that when he got home, he should take out the key to open the door. He reached out and touched his neck, didn't he? Really do not have? Where are the keys?

A kind of anxiety broke Zhang Xiaoqiang's state of mind without waves. He groped around and wanted to find his key. Appear.

For the first time, he stopped and began to think, he wanted to think of himself, where did he put the key?

"Touch..." The iron anti-theft door was tightly buckled. He glanced at the door of the house, hung the key of the anti-theft door around his neck, and walked outside with a backpack and a sniper crossbow. On his head... "Touch..." He closed the car door with his backpack on his back, got on his bicycle, and yelled loudly as he watched the dirty girl sitting in the car... the door opened, and Yuan Yi came in with hot water Now, she carefully heated the towel, wrung it dry and gave it to him... The gate in the distance was so far away yet so close, he crawled on the floor covered with glistening rice and slowly crawled towards the gate, d2 Roaring... He was running desperately, with the overwhelming red tide behind him, and in front of him, a black iron gate was his life's hope... He stood on the grass by the quiet small lake, turned and looked at the villa. The door, looking at the window of Yuan Yi's room... "Who am I? I'm Zhang Xiaoqiang... I shouldn't be here, this is not my home? Where is my home?..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang panicked, he looked around, he wanted to find his home, he wanted to leave this ghost place, suddenly he felt himself flying, he was flying upwards continuously, the darkness around him became thinner, a faint ray The bright light shone down from above his head, and as his body continued to rise, the light became stronger and stronger until it became dazzling, so that he had to close his eyes.

"Cough, cough..." The severe cough woke Zhang Xiaoqiang up. He lay down on the ground and coughed desperately. He managed to stop the itching in his throat, and his stomach started churning again, and the feeling of vomiting followed. At last, he knelt on the ground and vomited continuously. As time passed, he spit out the bitter bile accumulated in his mouth, pulled the bamboo pole beside him and stood up shaking.

After standing for a long time, he finally got rid of the fainting in his head, and the tiredness hit him again wave after wave. Zhang Xiaoqiang became very angry when he saw a lunch box turned over on the ground. He didn't know why he was obsessed with ghosts. Insisting on eating that thing, "Pong..." Zhang Xiaoqiang kicked the overturned lunch box away, looking at the enamel lunch box rolling downhill, Zhang Xiaoqiang seemed to feel a little better.

Picking up the satchel with the claw blade from the ground, Zhang Xiaoqiang threw it on his shoulder without caring about the dust on it, and staggered down the mountain. The original plan was to go to the repair shop and then go to He Wenbin's place to have a look. Now that something happened, Zhang Xiaoqiang just wanted to sleep, so he walked to his bed.