"I'm always afraid of the dark, but the darkness doesn't stop coming just because I'm afraid. Once you get involved in the emotion of fear, you can never get rid of it."
"Maybe it's because of my weakness that fear has found a breeding ground. I shouldn't have been like this before, at least I wouldn't hate this emotion so much."
Han Fei dragged the pet shop owner in front of him and spoke out his thoughts.
The mean-looking man was dumbfounded. He had no idea what Han Fei was talking about and could only nod his head.
"Don't call the police. I owe you the medical expenses. I borrowed the mobile phone and I will return it to you." Han Fei was very polite from beginning to end: "If there is any damage, I will compensate you for the original price."
"Send it to you, just treat it as a friend. I really think those who rescue stray animals are great. Anyone who rescues small animals will get a 20% discount in my store." The mean man seems to have become less mean.
Already.
"Thank you." Han Fei said sincerely. He let go of his hand and slowly stepped back. The shop owner's heart slowly fell back into his stomach as Han Fei left.
"If it's okay, I'd like to ask you a question." Han Fei's voice came from the door of the store, frightening the store owner.
"what is the problem?"
"From the time we met until now, what kind of person do you think I am?" Han Fei forgot himself, so he wanted to use other people's eyes as mirrors.
"Caring, compassionate, and..." The shop owner really couldn't make it up.
"Just tell the truth and tell me your intuitive feelings and first impressions."
"At first glance, I saw that you were quite sunny. You were the kind of person who was easy to bully and not good at words. But after I got in touch with you, I found that you are a very... special person." The store owner is sarcastic and bullies others. He is usually very good at treating others.
Serve the food.
"Special?" Han Fei shook his head: "Thank you for the cat food."
Putting the wild cat into his bag, Han Fei walked out of the pet store. He turned off the boss's cell phone, hid it somewhere, and then walked in the opposite direction.
"The phone may be located, so you can't use it casually." Han Fei silently thought about where to go next: "The world is full of hostility to me. Only that woman thinks I am very good. Unfortunately, I was too unclear in the morning.
, time was too tight, and many questions were not asked clearly.”
Han Fei didn't know the other party's contact information and only gave him an address.
"If she really cares about me, she might come to me. I can't be too far away from the community. It's best to find a vantage point where I can see the community and keep an eye on the community."
Han Fei chose the unmonitored alley to walk. At the end of the alley, he saw a small fast food shop.
Normally, the business of this store should be quite good, but today the store owner seems to be a bit unlucky. Two groups of young people holding wooden sticks are sitting in the store, confronting each other. They seem to be young gangsters from the neighborhood.
Han Fei hadn't eaten much all day, and his body was very weak. If he continued like this, he wouldn't be able to run very far, and he would collapse first.
The strong aroma of meat floated in the air, and the freshly cooked stew in the shop made Han Fei stop in his tracks.
"Meat?"
Han Fei himself didn't understand why the smell of meat had such a huge appeal to him.
"I had two meals at that home, all of which were vegetarian. The person who claimed to be my mother also said that eating meat was not conducive to my recovery. They seemed to be strictly controlling my diet."
At the same time that these thoughts came to his mind, Han Fei had already entered the small restaurant. He was very hungry. It seemed that he had not eaten meat for a long time and he was a little out of control.
Two groups of gangsters were talking about something, and they might take action at any time. When the situation was tense, a person suddenly appeared at the door.
Both parties looked at Han Fei, thinking that Han Fei was the person facing them, so no one spoke.
After losing his memory, Han Fei began to follow his instincts.
Driven by the aroma of the meat, he found a seat in a corner and sat down. Everyone was chatting, and only he started ordering food.
In fact, Han Fei's idea is very simple. If the two groups of gangsters fight in the store, the freshly cooked braised food will probably go to waste. It is better to be eaten by him. If the two groups of gangsters don't fight, he is going to eat it.
After eating, he ran away, and the bill was settled on the two gangsters first, and they would pay it back later when they had money.
This was an opportunity for a feast, and of course Han Fei had to seize it.
Calling out the waiter hiding in the back kitchen, Han Fei pointed to the large plate of braised pork and said, "Bring it over."
The waiter couldn't understand the situation and why the table suddenly opened. Although he was confused, he still listened to Han Fei's words.
Both groups of people regarded Han Fei as the person opposite them. Who of the normal diners would come in at this time and order food calmly?
The fragrant meat and vegetables were placed in front of Han Fei, and his long-suppressed instincts completely burst out.
Han Fei reached out and grabbed a piece of meat, and took a big bite.
The aroma of meat wafted between his lips and teeth, and Han Fei's pupils slowly narrowed. He had the impression that meat was extremely important to him.
"I seem to have remembered something? I really love eating meat cooked by one person!"
The last sanity was quickly overwhelmed by hunger. The way Han Fei ate meat was a bit scary, and could even be described as crazy.
It felt like a person who had been thirsty for several days in the desert suddenly saw a clear stream. He rushed to the stream and drank the sweet water.
The smell of meat seemed to awaken the monster living in Han Fei's body. He chewed and swallowed without stopping.
The two gangsters looked at the bones that were slowly getting taller on the dinner plate and licked their lips.
"Is it that delicious?"
The leader of the gang showed a hint of displeasure. He slapped the table and yelled at the other side. The other group of gangsters didn't care about what the gangster said and went out to provoke him.
The verbal conflict quickly turned into a physical conflict. The two sides overturned the table, picked up chairs and wooden sticks, and started fighting.
Han Fei, who was completely attracted by meat, did not intervene. He was eating more and more crazily, roughly stuffing meat into his mouth as if he was extremely hungry.
The waiters and chefs standing in the back kitchen were trembling. It would have been scary enough to be hit by two groups of gangsters, but there was such a weirdo on the table very close to them. Now they didn't dare to go out.
"Swallowing meat can make me forget the pain and make me no longer afraid. I can actually get pleasure from eating meat. This is really a perverted hobby!"
Han Fei found that his digestion ability was extremely strong. His weak body was slowly recovering, and his confused mind was gradually becoming clearer.
"A serial murderer is obsessed with meat, feels happy when he swallows it, and writes his crime experiences into scripts and diaries. How terrible and terrifying a person am I?"
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Holding the meat in both hands, Han Fei protected the plate: "The doctor and my parents said that I have persecutory delusions, but I sit in such a chaotic place and may be beaten at any time, but I don't feel any fear in my heart! I'm afraid
It’s not these people, it’s something specific that I’m afraid of!”
As his thoughts became clearer, Han Fei recalled what he had experienced from the time he opened his eyes to the present. One detail that was easily overlooked became a breakthrough.
"When I first came out of the hospital, I was afraid that the fan spinning at high speed above my head would fall, so I hid under the hospital bed. This move was really stupid. But after I went downstairs, I clearly heard a voice coming from the fourth floor.
!It seems like the fan fell down!”
With bloodshot eyes coming out, Han Fei chewed the meat in his mouth fiercely: "Those things that scare me may really kill me! I'm not suffering from paranoia. I should have acquired a kind of persecution.
The ability to predict death!”
Crazy people, crazy ideas, crazy actions.
Han Fei's eyes were much less blank. He still couldn't remember the past, but as he continued to eat, his body functions were recovering quickly.
"The feeling of weakness in my body is much lessened. This should be due to two reasons: eating meat and vomiting the food cooked for me by the middle-aged woman."
There was definitely medicine in the food. Han Fei felt that he would become so weak because the couple did it deliberately.
"They wanted to control me and 'cure' or destroy me in their own way."
"If I am really a serial killer, then it does make sense for them to do this. After all, I am really dangerous."
As soon as this thought came to his mind, the table in front of Han Fei was overturned. A gangster with an inch hair fell in front of Han Fei, and the plate full of meat fell to the ground.
His pupils narrowed almost to a point, and Han Fei grabbed the gangster with both hands. His bloodshot eyes were extremely frightening.
Breathing heavily through his nose, Han Fei finally made no move and walked towards the kitchen.
Full of evil spirits, the chef and the waiter started to back away when they saw the gluttonous man approaching. This was the first time they had seen such a diner.
"Is there any more meat?"
"Yes, there is more in the pot!" The chef quickly opened the lid of the pot.
Smelling the aroma of meat, Han Fei didn't care about anything. He walked over and continued eating.
The gangster who fell down just now saw that Han Fei didn't take him seriously, so he grabbed the stick on the ground and approached quietly. But just when he raised the stick and was about to attack the back of Han Fei's neck, Han Fei was biting the meat in his mouth.
Turned his head.
That gangster could have sworn that he saw the most terrifying eyes in the world. They were bloody and cruel. Those eyes seemed to belong to a devil who had just crawled out of hell.
Han Fei didn't say a word, but the gangster who wanted to attack seemed to understand Han Fei's meaning. It seemed that if he took another step forward, the thing that would be stewed in the cauldron would not be pork, but himself.
.
"So he's one of our own?" The little gangster with short hair turned around and rushed outside. He shouted loudly, but he only stood on the outside, as if he hadn't calmed down yet.
Two groups of gangsters fought from the store to the street, making a lot of noise. Han Fei estimated the time and felt that the police were about to arrive, so he didn't stop, picked up his bag and ran away.
After devouring a large amount of meat, his speed obviously became faster, and his body destroyed by drugs seemed to be slowly healing itself.
After entering the alley, Han Fei heard the sound of police sirens before he had gone far, and he immediately quickened his pace.
Han Fei is guided by his body's instinct. He seems to be particularly good at hide-and-seek and can avoid police searches every time.
Hiding in the east, night slowly fell, and Han Fei's feeling of panic returned.
"Why does this happen at night? I always feel like death is very close to me."
He didn't dare to stay in the alley any longer, but Han Fei looked around. Every building looked like a haunted house, filled with lingering gloom.
"There's no place in this city where I can hide? It's going to be a bit difficult tonight."
This chapter has been completed!