Sure enough, just as Zhang Ke guessed, this was destined to be a sleepless night of pain and torture.
Because of the strong hunger stimulation in the stomach and the aroma of food that constantly lingers on the tip of the nose, the murderer rushes towards the steamed buns again and again, regardless of his own safety.
He kicked his legs as hard as he could, straightened his waist, stretched his neck, and stuck out his tongue to the limit. He almost felt that his body was about to break into several sections, but there was still a subtle gap between it and a steamed bun.
Only the luckiest time happened, when he seemed to be blown by the night wind that happened to blow by. He leaned forward about a centimeter or two, and then the tip of his tongue lightly touched the surface of the steamed bun.
For just a moment, the sweet sensation of starch decomposition is like a stimulant, turning into a strong electric current that activates all the cells in the body.
I want to eat, I want to eat, I have to eat - at this moment, all the thoughts in the murderer's heart became extremely simple and direct, which was to swallow this steamed bun.
It seems that the whole world, the eight wastelands and the six heavens, everything in the world is not as good as this steamed bun standing in front of you——
Fortunately, Zhang Ke still maintains his rationality. He does not need to take the initiative to make any decisions. He only needs to be a bystander and endure the body's spontaneous attempts again and again, although he knows very well that most of the efforts here are in vain.
And what about the murderer at that time? He must not be as calm as he is now. Under the alternate stimulation of hunger and failure, he almost turned into a beast that lost the ability to think.
The moon slowly climbed up the hillside, and then slowly set again, and some fish belly white was also exposed in the eastern sky.
But until now, the murderer has still not been able to take a real bite of the steamed bun - but as long as he is given a bite, he will not let go, even if he risks choking to death, he will swallow it whole.
Bar.
Although the dawn has not yet arrived, I'm afraid it won't be long. The murderer is almost in despair. No one knows how early the "morning" in the man's mouth is. If he appears in the early morning, it will be already.
It happened in the blink of an eye.
At this moment of extreme despair and powerlessness, God seemed to drop a rare curtain on him, and a trivial miracle happened.
It turned out that due to the murderer's sharp struggle all night, the hemp rope, which was not originally made of very strong material, was finally worn open a small hole, making the restraints at the ankles slightly looser.
But even so, it was still far from being directly disconnected, and the murderer just felt that his ankle was not as painful as before.
However, since this part is worn, does it mean that if you continue to struggle, it may become more seriously worn?
The murderer seemed to have found a direction for his efforts, mustering up all the remaining strength in his body and pouring it into his two feet. While trying to break the rope, he kept shaking his body, accelerating the wear and tear of the rope.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but when he was almost dizzy, he felt his ankle suddenly loosen, and his whole body fell straight down.
No, if you fall down like this and your head touches the ground, you will definitely fall and become paralyzed, or even suffer a bloody head!
——This is what Zhang Ke thought, but he didn't know whether the murderer was aware of this at that time.
After a nearly earth-shaking impact, he felt that his body miraculously landed on the ground safely, and his neck was not broken during the fall, but at this moment there was only one impulse left in his body——
That is, crawling towards the steamed buns regardless of safety.
I have never eaten such sweet food. The originally bland steamed buns seemed to have gathered all the sweet honey in the world, melting quickly on the tip of my tongue and turning into a warm current flowing into my stomach.
More importantly, this was the first normal meal he had eaten in a few days. Finally, he no longer had to hold back the nausea caused by the smell of blood. He could swallow it with an open stomach, as if even the food he had lost for a long time was
Rationality comes back together.
However, a mere steamed bun is not enough to fit between the teeth. By the time the murderer reacted, the last bite had already been eaten. Although the stomach was no longer as hot and painful as before, the feeling of hunger was still in the body.
Inside Panhuan.
Not enough, not enough... A steamed bun alone is not enough to fill the stomach, there is something missing, and that is something decisive.
"Very good, no matter what method you use, once you get the food into your mouth, it is considered a success."
At this moment, a man's voice sounded from not far away, and he was slowly walking towards this side.
It looked like he had been hiding in the dark, watching the murderer's reaction, and only walked out slowly after confirming that the murderer had successfully escaped.
"However, it can be seen from your expression that just such a small amount of food is not enough, right?" The man's voice suddenly sounded like it was full of inexplicable magic, "You also want to eat some
Eat more substantial, richer, and more substantial food, otherwise, the hunger that has subsided for the time being will soon spread again."
The murderer seemed to suddenly understand what the man wanted to say. He couldn't help but lie on the ground and took a few steps back. Zhang Ke also quickly understood the implications of his words.
"Then, come and eat, there happens to be some dried meat." The man spread out the cloth bag in his hand. What was placed inside was of course the pieces of meat that the murderer had cut by his own hands from each living person:
"Only sufficient meat can provide you with nutrients that steamed buns do not have. This is also what your body craves most right now. Don't resist your instinct."
"Don't go, don't go over -" Zhang Ke shouted in his heart, but unfortunately, of course the murderer couldn't hear him.
And his body, his trembling limbs, had begun to lose control and move involuntarily.
Ten steps, five steps, three steps... the distance between the two became shorter and shorter. The murderer crawled to the man's hand, looking at the bright red meat, with the only trace of human reason left in his heart, and with it.
Instinct makes its final struggle.
"Eat it and give up those unnecessary thoughts."
However, the man took the last step for him before completely turning into animality. He directly stuffed a whole piece of meat into the other person's mouth.
Completely different from the first time he was forced to eat, this time the murderer chewed it with joy and swallowed it reluctantly.
That's right - this is the taste, this is what I felt was missing just now, the mellowness of the meat, the stimulation of the blood, the feast of flesh and blood that can best satisfy the primitive impulse, is the delicacy I need most.