It should be dawn.

The black-haired boy opened his eyes, and in the dim room, he could vaguely hear the sound of mice moving under the bed.

In this place where light is almost impossible to see, he depends on the biological clock in his body.

He has always been a person with a very regular life. Although he can no longer maintain this pattern forever, he can still maintain some habits.

Generally speaking, no matter what time he goes to bed at night, when he opens his eyes the next day, it must be at 5:30 in the morning. This is one of his habits to this day.

Of course, this is not a special feature.

He just has been getting up at this point since a long time ago. He has been persisting for decades since his previous life. When he persisted in something for so long, it is cost-effective to make a corresponding reaction.

What day is this?

The boy looked up at the word "六" on the wall. Because the room was too dark, he could not see anything. So he put his hand on the wall and groped. After touching the mark he had carved, he used his nails to add another stroke to the aging wall, just after drawing the two "六" characters.

Ten days.

During these ten days, he did not do anything special except eating, drinking, defecating, urinating, and sleeping, or he could not do anything special.

First, the injured body was not allowed. At first, he even had a hard time walking down the ground, let alone doing other things; second, the fat man Fortina would come to see him every time, and the time was not fixed, so he really didn't know what would happen if he was caught and was not in the house.

Although living in this dark and small space is very depressing, the teenager has long been accustomed to this environment, so it is naturally not a problem.

However, since there was nothing to do, the boy spent most of his day sleeping. Although he asked Fortina for two books to read, the books sent by Fortina were written in elf language, which was no different from the wordless book for the young man who did not know the elf language.

Compared to the unreliable things that Fortina did, the food he sent after he said it was indeed much more decent.

For example, the wolf fruit looks like an apple but the peel is dark red, and the actual taste is closer to the pear's specialty fruit. He hasn't eaten it several times in the military camp, but he can eat it here every meal. There are indeed white bread slices and jam in each meal, and the vegetables and meat slices he requests are also included.

Although the portion is small and you can only eat half full per meal, it is still satisfying whether this is a dependent on others. In the hands of Fortina, a guy who is known as the "limbing fat pig", the boy is already satisfied with food that can reach ordinary levels.

When it comes to eating, the young man who forgot to have hungry was a little hungry.

There is no expectation of food to be delivered at this point, but the piece of bread he left specifically for the last meal yesterday should still be there.

The boy stood up and searched in the old drawer of the aging bedside table.

"Damn it! Those thieves!"

OK! He accepted it.

A big hole was bitten out of the bottom of the already old drawer, and the piece of bread he placed inside was not even a residue left.

Who did this? There is no doubt that it was those rats.

These mice often move under his bed. Once the boy was annoyed by these guys who always called him "chubby", so he lay down under the bed to see what was going on under his bed.

As a result, he found that there was a half-foot-high hole on the wall against which his bed was leaning, and two or three mice were in and out. Such a large mouse hole was blocked without any use. Moreover, the mice here had first-class holes. Even if he got reinforced concrete, they would be digging open by these sharp-toned and clawed things.

It is difficult to cure these mice.

Because the leftover food he had accidentally eaten was snatched away by the mice, the boy tried his best to save his food. Maybe he didn't care about it normally, but now he didn't have enough food to eat.

Of course, it is indeed a way to finish eating directly, but if he wants to maintain a good condition now, it is best to "eat less and eat more". This is the same as drinking water only when he is thirsty. This way allows the body to replenish when needed, so as to maximize the use of energy.

Since he tried to capture and fill holes, his efforts have not achieved any results. These mice were too cunning and could not do anything to them. It was useless to react to Fortina. The fat man shook his body and told him clearly that the mice here were all old men and no one could care about them.

The boy had to give in and hide the food in the drawer, but now even this method has been seen through by the mice.

Fortunately, these mice probably are used to eating garbage in this place, so they will not climb into the bed to bite him while they are sleeping, otherwise he will have to change a room no matter what.

"Fortunately, I left a cookie."

The boy took out a round biscuit from his pocket, with a few sesame seeds on it.

Just like these cunning mice, he still had one move.

The boy put the biscuits in his mouth, bite half of them first, and then chewed them carefully.

At this time, a black shadow stood at the end of the bed, and it looked at the boy's hand with a creamy and sesame-scented biscuits.

Jiji!

When the boy heard this scream, he screamed in his heart. When he wanted to eat the biscuits in one bite, a black shadow jumped to his hand first. The boy subconsciously let go of his hand, and the half of the biscuit fell into the other party's hand.

At this time, the boy's eyes had adapted to the dark environment and could see some things.

The true face of this black shadow is a black-skinned mouse, and it looks quite familiar. I often come to him to visit these days, and it seems to be addicted.

"Hey! Don't! I'm only this one left, brother."

The boy stared at the black-skinned mouse holding the biscuit in his hand, and his call was of course useless. The black-skinned mouse stuffed the biscuit into his mouth in one bite, and its cheeks looked like a domestic hamster.

"Damn it! Don't run!"

Blatantly snatch something from me to eat?

Do I want to be face-saving?

The angry boy rushed towards the mouse, but the mouse had already expected the boy's actions. It chewed the biscuits and ran away while spreading its limbs. Before the boy caught it, it had already jumped into the cracks of the bed and disappeared again.

"well……"

Have I fallen to the point of competing for food with mice?

The boy sitting on the bed couldn't laugh or cry about this situation, and he had no choice.

"Well, everything will be fine."

The boy threw the episode just now behind him. He raised his hands and stretched his body, and the little troubles left in his heart also disappeared.

Yes, everything will be fine.

The boy jumped off the bed and stepped on the cold ground barefoot. He was not busy looking for shoes, but closed his eyes and felt his condition.

This time, he did not have the pain of being piercing at the beginning. He stretched his waist and did not grin at the wound that had pulled the chest.

So the boy tried to walk two more steps forward. Although his pace was still a little unstable, the boy could indeed walk down the ground.

That's right, now...

His injury healed.
Chapter completed!