Chen Qing looked at the wallet that came in his hand and grinned "hehe", his smile was particularly silly.
He could only smile. He felt powerless to make any more moves. He leaned on the shelf and stabbed the iron drill into his shoulder. He chuckled softly, and his fingertips were trembling and unable to open the wallet normally.
He only felt that the world in front of him had become blurry, just like the snowflakes flashing on an old TV screen. A dense layer of illusion made the world blurry. He was looking at the world through this layer of snowflakes, and his wallet also became blurry. It no longer looked like a wallet, but instead looked like an octopus lying in the palm of his hand with its teeth and claws spread out. He was a little tired and his eyes became extremely sour.
He wanted to see the world clearly, and rubbed the center of his brow with his other free hand, but it was no use. The world he looked at was still blurry, and circles of halo spread from the electric lights. Those lights were filled with light, making the world All became brighter and warmer.
He held a corner of the wallet and shook his arm slightly twice. His weak hands finally overturned the holed wallet, and the contents fell to the ground.
jingle, jingle,
Two steel drills, a business card, and a dried iron drill stained with blood and light yellow liquid, this is all in the wallet.
He struggled to squat down, but because he leaned on his shoulders, the drill filled with merchandise had already penetrated into his flesh and blood.
The blood flowed down the iron drill and down his arm. The blood was sticky and reflected layers of blood-red halo.
He lowered his head and looked at the drills that were blocking him. He stretched out his hand and suddenly heard the blood speaking to him.
"Stay! Stay! You belong here!"
The blood is crying everywhere.
"Eat! Enjoy! No one should have to pay for indulgence!"
They made a noise, picked up the goods on the shelves and smashed them in his face. The packaging was silver-white, but at this moment it turned red, which was the look after being held up by blood.
He looked at the package in front of him. The package became transparent and he could see the food inside the package.
food. Maybe it really is the food.
He swallowed his saliva and watched hundreds or thousands of fine maggots crawling over the skull. They gnawed at the fleshy membrane on the scalp and grew up in a matter of seconds, growing into plump and attractive strips. The big white insect turned into a pupa in the next moment, struggled out of the pupa, and swarmed inside the small packaging bag, making the silver-white plastic bag tremble in Chen Qing's hands.
Just like a delicious fish or shrimp, it trembles and shakes, with a fresh look on its face.
He should gently pinch off the head of this jumping shrimp, and then take a bite of the pale yellow and orange shrimp pancreas inside the head, just like he tore open the packaging bag, grabbed the roiling moths inside, and twisted them The back of their neck, drinking from those immature glands.
Then he should break open the shells of those shrimps. The snow-white shrimp meat is like those big white worms and maggots that have not yet pupated, and then put them into his mouth.
He looked at the opened packaging bag in front of him and squinted his eyes. For some reason, the numbness on his shoulders seemed to be much lessened, no longer sore and no longer trembling.
He smelled the scent in front of him, and it seemed as if all obstacles had disappeared.
The aura of the world disappeared, things became concrete, and the wounds on his hands healed.
He was amazed, and his fingertips gradually began to reach into the packaging bag.
"..."
At this moment, when all he could think about was eating, a kind of life suddenly appeared in his brain.
It is looking at itself, it is staring at itself.
Chen Qing was stunned. He looked around blankly, his hand still inside the packaging bag.
But there is no one.
He was stunned, but the feeling in his mind never dissipated.
"Look back."
He listened to the words in his mind, but when he turned around, there was nothing behind him.
He was surprised, but the voice was extremely familiar.
"who……"
His hoarse throat opened, and he never realized that his voice had become like this.
He could feel that the voice appeared directly in his mind.
But who is this.
He was stunned, and before he could ask, the voice spoke again.
"See your path clearly and see who you are."
"Turn back!" This time, the voice became shrill and hateful, as if she wanted to tear the person she was persuading into pieces.
"See clearly what you are doing!"
His eyes were stunned, but for some unknown reason, the hand dripping with blood picked up a drill at his side and stabbed it hard into his chest.
But for some reason, his body twisted slightly, and the iron rod pierced his lungs at an angle.
"How..." He was stunned, his eyes wandering. He looked at his hand leaning against the shelf, a hand dripping with blood, a hand that reached into the packaging bag, a hand that picked up the documents on the ground, and a He only covered his chest with his hand that caused his body to shift: "What's wrong?"
He looked sideways in the direction of the shelves, and another eye in the direction of the ground. He looked in the direction of the blood flowing, and in the direction of his chest.
He has dozens of eyes that can move independently.
He has dozens of eyes that move individually.
"What's wrong with me?"
He struggled, and in an instant, those dozens of eyes finished observing all the physical shopping carts, food, tissues, and daily necessities present.
He walked forward, and his footsteps began to make a clicking sound.
He was unable to lower his head to look. He did not dare to lower his head to look. He was afraid that he would be unable to move forward after his feet turned into dozens of sticky ankles.
"Food. Food."
He looked at what the men had taken down, except food.
Every time they take an item off the shelf, two more items are replenished until the quantity is full.
When the quantity consumed of the product is an odd number, it will not be replenished.
He looked at the shelves in front of him. There were different displays on each shelf.
"Is it the product? Is there something wrong with the product?"
He looked at the shopping carts pushed by those entities and was suddenly stunned when he saw the silver-white items.
He walked to a shelf. At the top of the shelf, there were dozens of packages of brown-wrapped chocolates.
It was not full, not even close to half full.
Next to the chocolates, there was a knife about thirty centimeters long.
The knife shone brightly next to the brown chocolate.
He raised his hand and picked up the knife for some reason.
But after picking up the knife, he realized why he raised it.
He closed his eyes and stared at the knife with his remaining gaze.
He watched the tip of the knife getting closer and closer to him, and he could feel a slight sour feeling between his eyebrows, but he still kept those eyes open, reached in with the blade, and dug out those extra eyes bit by bit.
Then he opened his eyes, and instead there were six or seven eyeballs and a pair of eyes on the ground covered with blood and mucus.
He looked at his arms, holding the knife under his arm, and gently lifted it up, and the extra arms fell to the ground.
He raised his feet, and the moment he put them down, those slimy ankles that made a clicking sound fell to the ground.
He changed back to himself, back to his original human form.
He took a deep breath, the smell of blood in the air made him extremely comfortable.
With his eyes closed, he took off the chocolates that disgusted him from the top, then tore open the packaging and put the chocolates into his mouth.
As the bitter taste spread on the tip of his tongue, he could realize that the temptation of those big fresh worms became less.
He gritted his teeth, put two pieces of chocolate into his pocket, took a deep breath, and started walking towards the gathering place.
