"Wait a minute -" Lin Wanyu interrupted Luo Ye's story and asked in an unbelievable tone: "You mean, on the third day when you reached your physical limit, you met someone who was exactly like you and could speak Chinese.
people?"
Luo Ye nodded. "You listened very carefully. But we are not exactly the same. Just by looking at it, I can tell that there are more than a dozen completely different differences in our faces. What I said is like, it's just a feeling."
Lin Wanyu pursed her lips, "What happened next? You killed the wild dog, so you should be able to have a full meal?"
Luo Ye grinned. "You are so naive, Miss."
Lin Wanyu couldn't help but worry, "Are you going to kill each other?"
Luo Ye paused and looked away. "It stands to reason that this should be the case. I killed the wild dog. If I can take all the meat, I can survive for at least two weeks without any pressure. But if I follow
If he shares it equally, my life span will be shortened by half.
When I heard him say thank you, I still didn't throw away the bloody stone in my hand. I just stood there, thinking about this familiar yet unfamiliar language. I calculated whether I could kill him or whether I would be killed.
He killed me, and eventually I threw away the stone because I really didn't have any extra strength.
He was obviously relieved and struggled to stand up from the muddy water. There was no need for us to introduce each other, because in such an environment, no one wanted to bother to remember the name of someone who might never see him the next day.
A few more wild dogs barked in the distance. He and I looked at each other, and he was almost as sharp-minded as me. We picked up the wild dog's body and ran quickly towards an inaccessible place. The heavy rain fell.
Covering up our footprints and the smell of blood, we finally arrived safely at a collapsed house.
There was almost no dry place in the house. We had wild dog meat, but we didn’t dare to light a fire because the fire and the smell of the meat would attract murder. But I was already so hungry that I couldn’t care less. The boy was just like me.
, while I was trying my best to make a fire, he searched the whole house and finally found a piece of rusty iron. He used the rainwater to sharpen the edge on the stone. His skillful skills were definitely not inferior to mine.
I started to worry about whether I could survive, but no matter what, I had to eat before I died.
After grinding the iron piece, he walked up to me with the iron piece in hand. I stared at him, just like he stared at me. I pressed my hand on the wooden stick. The wooden stick was hidden in the dust. On the surface,
I can't tell at all. As long as he rushes towards me, I will definitely make him miserable.
He squatted down and chopped open the chest and abdomen of the wild dog with an iron piece. The blood flew with the iron piece, splashing on his young face and mine. He dropped the iron piece and dug it out with his hands.
The wild dog's heart was then held in front of me.
I was suffocated, and tears were rolling in my eyes. I understood that I saved him first, and I also understood that I could try my best to snatch the whole wild dog away. It was completely natural for him to repay me, but I don’t know why, I
I was full of gratitude for his action. I removed my hand from the wooden stick, shook off the tears of disappointment, took the bloody heart, and bit it down hard.
Blood filled my mouth and I almost choked, but I didn't want to waste any food, so I chewed hard, chewed hard...
The boy continued to tear open the chest and abdomen of the wild dog, found its liver, and devoured it like me.
In terms of age, we are just children, but if you were there in person and saw us kneeling in front of the dead dog's body with mouths full of blood and gnawing its internal organs, you would definitely think that we were just beasts or ghosts that looked very similar to humans.
Yes, in order to survive, we have to turn into ghosts. As long as we can't make a fire, the internal organs of animals can be eaten raw. They are rich in amino acids, fatty acids and calories, which we need...
We have received the most rigorous training and know which parts we can eat, which parts we need to be cautious about, and which parts we cannot eat. But in fact, when we have been hungry for three days and our mouths are filled with the smell of blood, all theories are thrown away.
Finally, we kept eating, kept vomiting, and then kept eating.
That night, I slept very well. My stomach was full, and I didn't care even if I was killed by that boy.
When I woke up the next day, the boy was gone because he knew we would eventually fight for the dog meat. He only took half of the meat, leaving me with a piece of the spine, a front leg,
A hind leg, and some minced meat. As long as they are roasted into dried meat before they rot and go bad, and I save on eating, I can live for at least a week or even longer. I just need to be careful not to attract other people's attention when lighting the barbecue.
.
But the problem is, I can't just sit and eat for a week, I have to survive here for three months. I have to hide my dried meat and continue to look for new food sources.
So, I took a day off and started looking for possible food along the edges of slums and small towns.
In this backward African country, the life of the residents of small towns is already very difficult. I wandered around the edge of the town for two days and all I saw were ragged pedestrians and fat and strong armed soldiers with live ammunition. They
There was wine and meat, but they also had guns. Without the constraints of the law, they killed people without any hesitation like squeezing an insect to death.
I was forced back to the slums, and my stomach was knotted with hunger. I obviously still had some dried meat, but I decided to only eat a little bit every day. So by the seventh day, I still had more than half of my dried meat left.
.I was so hungry that I felt dizzy and walked unsteadily, but I still persisted. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to eat for three months no matter how much I saved, but I believed that as long as I lived, I would have new opportunities.
It was a very difficult time. I hid here and there, constantly changing my hiding place, as if everyone was trying to take away the few pieces of dried meat I had left - although I knew I was hiding without leaving any trace, but I
Still can't help but worry.
On the tenth day, before I had the chance to find a new food source, something else happened.
I am sleeping on the roof, huddled tightly in the hiding place formed by three roofs. It is not safe here. If you turn over, you may fall, but fortunately no one will notice here. The alley below
There was a rush of running and shouting, and heavy military boots hitting the gravel-filled road, waking me up from my deep dream.
The footsteps stopped under me, and I heard the sound of clothes ripping, and the crisp sound of slaps on people's faces, and then more ferocious laughter. This kind of scene is common in the slums, but I still decided to
Take a look, because people wearing military boots usually only appear in towns and rarely in slums.
I saw two drunken soldiers laughing and kicking a person on the road. It was obviously a child. The light was too dark, so I couldn’t see clearly, and I didn’t want to, but I still noticed the tightness of his hands.
Grilled chicken.
No matter what, he is dead.
The two drunken soldiers didn't seem to care that the roast chicken was soiled in the dirt. They laughed and kicked and beat the child. They were not in a hurry to end the child's life. They seemed to just want to have fun.
I hoped that the child would die soon, because looking at the appearance of those soldiers, they would not pick up the roast chicken that fell on the ground. But what surprised me was that no matter how hard the two soldiers kicked and beat the child, the child remained tight.
Grasping his trophy, without saying a word, he took advantage of the soldier's breathing space to tear off a piece of chicken and stuff it into his mouth desperately——
Through the moonlight, I could clearly see the appearance of the boy - he was the child who shared the dog meat with me...
My heart suddenly jumped up. He must have eaten all his own dried meat, so he took the risk and stole the soldiers' food - he was really stupid.
But he was better than me in one thing. When I stole the potatoes, I didn't even put them in my mouth, and he could actually eat the roast chicken while being beaten.
I looked down and was suddenly surprised to find that I was holding a heavy red tile in my hand and was about to throw it down.
I took a breath of air and quickly stopped my stupid behavior. Those adult soldiers armed with live ammunition were simply beyond what a child like me could handle. They were cruel by nature and showed no mercy. I tried to tell myself,
I can't save that boy.
In order to convince myself, I looked back at my hiding place. There was a shabby blanket, two pieces of stale wild vegetables, and five palm-sized pieces of dried meat hidden under the dust. I could live peacefully.
Another ten days. Even if the red tile in my hand can really hit one of the soldiers, the other one will shoot at me without hesitation. I can't pack up my food and escape. Even if I can escape,
There was nowhere to go, and the boy was still going to die.
The two soldiers below me seemed to be tired of fighting. They joked and laughed with each other in their own language. One of them took out a pistol. I closed my eyes and heard the sound of a bullet being loaded.
I opened my eyes suddenly, and the red tile in my hand came out, hitting the man holding the pistol directly on the head. He screamed, fell to his knees, yelling loudly, and I flew down in the air, using all my strength.
All the force kicked him in the chin, and he groaned, then collapsed to the ground.
Another soldier was shocked. When he saw that he was just a thin Chinese boy, he looked up and laughed. The smell of wine spurted out from his mouth, and I could smell it from ten meters away.
I rushed up and punched him in the abdomen, but he was tall and big, and his movements were agile. He grabbed my fist and threw me against the wall. I couldn't eat enough, and I was even taller than him.
It's less than half of him, so there's no way to defeat him. But I don't regret jumping off the roof at all.
The soldier grabbed my ankles, lifted me up, said an insulting word, and then picked me up and threw me. I was spinning around, trying to keep my head. My arms and legs were almost
Every part was scratched, and all the internal organs were displaced. However, the powerful black soldier seemed to have not had enough fun and was still spinning. I knew that when he had enough fun, he would throw me against the wall.
When I go to bed, my brain will burst...
But he screamed in horror, and then his strength weakened rapidly, just like the tide receding from the beach. When I resisted vomiting and struggled to stand up from the ground, I saw the soldier lying in a pool of blood, with a sharp knife inserted in his chest.
piece of iron, and the boy who I saved twice was standing next to the body. He tore open the roasted chicken, reached out and handed half of it to me..."
Luo Ye stopped, and the relief on his face gradually disappeared.
Lin Wanyu subconsciously touched her cold arms, "You should have cooperated a long time ago, so that the chance of survival would be greater - but what you said has to do with cannibalism?"
"Of course it does matter." Luo Ye raised his head and looked at the dancing snowflakes, "Because in the end, he is the one I eat."
"What!?" Lin Wanyu was shocked, "But aren't you in a cooperative relationship? You have gone through so many hardships together, how could you eat -" She couldn't say the word, so she questioned: "You deliberately made it up
The plot? In fact, the boy doesn’t exist at all, right? If he does, why doesn’t he even have a name in your story?”
Luo Ye was silent for a long time, and then said in a voice as quiet as falling snow: