Chapter 3 - Eating human flesh and drinking human blood
"Hey, is anyone sleeping?"
Someone asked in surprise after the door was unlocked. When I heard the sound, I woke up with a start and greedily breathed in the fresh air like a dying fish.
"I'm here." After calming my racing heart, I struggled to sit up. My mouth startled me: my voice was frighteningly hoarse, and my throat was burning with pain as if I'd swallowed charcoal.
"Yan Nuo?" Yan Nuo, you're here. Are you having a fever? "
I could clearly hear my roommate's footsteps coming my way, and I seemed to hesitate to lift the curtains of my bed. I said to myself that I couldn't let you see me like that. He quickly pulled on the bed curtain and pretended to be calm. "Cough cough, I'm fine. Maybe the weather changes so it's easy to catch a cold. I'll be fine if I lie down for a while longer. "
After a few days of classes, the three of them picked up their bags and left. I was curled up in the corner of the bed. A wave of cold. At the same time, his heart was filled with panic.
It's been a long time since I've felt this way — it's just that some people who overeat their diets get so hungry they want to eat so much.
I struggled to get up and got out of bed with a packet of crackers. It was my favorite cream biscuit, but as soon as I unwrapped it, the whiff of butter hit me and made me nauseous.
If he still didn't eat anything, it would really lead to his death. I swallowed hard, holding my breath as I popped the cookie into my mouth, forcing myself to chew and swallow.
Before the biscuit could warm up in my stomach, I ran to the bathroom and spat it out almost exactly the same. Drinking water was the same, and the clean mineral water tasted like swill.
I looked at the packet of crackers that I had unwrapped, and the panic grew. I don't want to eat these things, so what do I want to eat? Or what else could I eat?
An ominous feeling welled up in me, and I forced myself to calm down. I opened the cabinet to look for some medicine — I must have had a fever, so I didn't have any appetite. In my confusion, I accidentally knocked the glass off the table.
Fragments of glass flew all over the floor. I made a 'tsk' sound in my head and squatted down to pick them up. Unexpectedly, my hand was cut, and bright red blood gushed out of the wound.
I was stunned. At that moment, I suddenly had a strange longing. Somehow, I put my injured finger in my mouth and began to suck.
A sweet taste spread in my mouth, and I immediately took a deep breath as if I had tasted something delicious.
However, the wound was not big. Soon, the sweet taste was gone.
The drug feeling instantly disappeared and I snapped out of it. I immediately froze on the spot as if I had been struck by lightning.
What am I doing?
Am I even human?
There was a snack street just outside the school. I walked along, but the fragrance that wafted through the air didn't bother me at all. It only made me speed up my pace. Finally I went into a coffee shop and asked for a cup of coffee.
Miraculously, I was able to drink this steaming cup of coffee.
I even forgot to blow on the hot air. I picked it up and gulped it down. The lingering hunger in my stomach finally eased a little, and my tears fell uncontrollably into my coffee cup.
How did I become like this? Reason tells me I can't eat human flesh and drink human blood like a beast, but what am I going to do, drink coffee for the rest of my life?
After paying, I walked out of the coffee shop in a daze.
For some reason, the originally red sky suddenly darkened, and even the air became somewhat moist, as if it was about to rain.
I didn't have time to notice the changes around me as I pressed my hand against my lower abdomen — it was all caused by this thing! If it wasn't for it, I wouldn't be like this!
The sound of that wronged cry came to my ears again, but it only made me more and more irritated. I took a few steps, and suddenly I felt as if I had stepped on something.
I looked down and found myself stepping on a small stack of paper money.