"Wait—" Lin Wanyu interrupted Luo Ye's narration and asked in an incredible tone: "You mean, at your physical limit on the third day, 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 a dozen of completely different differences on our faces. What I said like is just a feeling."
Lin Wanyu pursed her mouth, "What happened later? You killed the wild dogs, you should be able to have a full meal, right?"
Luo Ye grinned. "You are so naive, Missy."
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 occupy all the meat, I can survive for more than two weeks without any pressure, but if I share with him equally, my life cycle will be shortened by half.
When I heard him say thank you, I still did not throw away the bloody stone in my hand. I just froze there, recalling this familiar and unfamiliar language. I calculated whether I could kill him, or whether he could kill him, and eventually I lost the stones because I really didn't have any extra strength.
He was obviously relieved, struggling to stand up from the muddy water. We don't need to introduce each other, because in such an environment, no one wants to bother to remember the names of people who may never see the next day.
There were several barkings of wild dogs in the distance. I looked at him at each other. He was almost as keen as I was. We lifted the dead dog's body and sprinted towards the inaccessible places. The heavy rain covered our footprints and the smell of blood, and finally we arrived safely in a collapsed house.
There is almost no dry place in the house. We have wild dog meat, but we don't dare to make a fire at all, because the fire and the smell of meat will invite murder. But I'm so hungry, I can't manage that much. That boy was like me. When I tried my best to make a fire, he searched the whole house and finally found a rusty iron piece. He sharpened his blade on the stone under the rain. The skill is definitely not in me. under.
I began to worry about whether I could live, but no matter what, I must eat before I die.
After grinding the iron plate, he carried the iron plate and walked in front of me. I stared at him as if he stared at me. I pressed my hand on the wooden stick. The stick was hidden in the dust. It was invisible on the surface. As long as he leaped at me, I would definitely make him feel bad.
He squatted down and chopped off the chest and abdomen of the wild dog with an iron piece. The blood splashed with the iron flakes, splashed on his immature face, and also on my immature face. He dropped the iron piece, dug out the heart of the wild dog with his hand, and held it in front of me.
I was suffocated, tears dangling in my eyes. I understand that I saved him first, and I also understand that I can desperately snatch the entire wild dog. His reward for me is completely logical, but I don't know why, I am full of gratitude for his action. I removed my hand from the stick, flicked away my disappointed tears, took the bloody heart, and bit down fiercely.
The blood overflowed my mouth, I almost choked, but I don’t want to waste any food, I chew hard, chew hard...
The boy continued to tear apart the wild dog's chest and abdomen, found its liver, and gobbled it up like I did.
In terms of age, we are just children, but if you come to the scene and watch us kneel in front of the stray dog's corpse and gnaw its internal organs with blood, you must think that we are just beasts or ghosts that look like humans. Yes, in order to survive, we have to become ghosts. On the premise that there is no way to start a fire, the innards of animals can be eaten raw, which are rich in amino acids, fatty acids and calories, which are what we need.
We have undergone the most rigorous training to know which parts to eat, which parts to be cautious, and which parts to not eat. But in fact, when we were hungry for three whole days and the mouth was full of blood, all theories were left behind. We kept eating, vomiting, and then continued to eat.
I slept well that night. My stomach is full, even if I get killed by that boy, I don't care anymore.
When I woke up the next day, the boy was gone, because he knew that we would eventually meet each other for dog meat. He took only half of the meat, leaving me with a spine, a front leg, a hind leg, and some minced meat. As long as they are roasted into jerky before they rot and go bad, I can live for at least a week or more if I save them.
But the problem is, I can't sit and eat for a week, I have to live here for three months. I must hide my jerky and continue to find new sources of food.
So I took a day off and started looking for possible food along the fringes 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 armed soldiers with fat bodies and live ammunition. They have meat and wine, but they also have guns, and they are not bound by law. They kill a person with no hesitation like pinching a bug.
I was forced to go back to the slums. Hunger made my stomach knot. I obviously still had dried meat, but I decided to eat only a little bit every day. So by the seventh day, more than half of my jerky was left. I was hungry and dizzy, and I walked wandering, but I still insisted. I know that no matter how much I save, I can't eat for three months, but I believe that as long as I live, there will be new opportunities.
It was very difficult during that time. I hid in Tibet and kept changing hiding places. It seemed like everyone was trying to snatch away my only few pieces of jerky. Although I knew that there was no trace of what I was hiding, I still Can't help but worry.
On the tenth day, I still didn't wait for a chance to find a new source of food, but waited for another thing.
I was sleeping on the roof, huddled tightly in the hiding place formed by the connection of three roofs. It's not safe here, and it may fall if you turn over, but fortunately no one will notice here. There was a rush of running and shouting in the alley below, and heavy army boots hit the gravel road, awakening me from my deep dream.
The footsteps stopped just below me, and I heard the sound of the clothes tearing, and the crisp sound of slapped hands on people's faces, and then more grinning laughter. This kind of scene is common in slums, but I decided to take a look, because people in military boots generally only appear in towns and rarely in slums.
I saw two drunk soldiers laughing and kicking a man on the road. It was obviously a child. The light was too dim. I couldn’t see clearly, and I didn’t want to see clearly, but I still noticed that his hands were tight. Roasted chicken held.
In any case, he is dead.
The two drunk soldiers didn't seem to care that the roast chicken got dirty in the mud. They laughed, kicked and beaten, and were not anxious to end the child's life. They seemed to just want to have fun.
I hope that the child will die soon, because seeing the appearance of the soldiers, they will not pick up the roast chicken that fell on the ground. But what surprised me was that no matter how the two soldiers kicked and beat them, the kid always held his trophy tightly, without saying a word, he took advantage of the soldiers' breathing space, stretched out his hand to tear off a piece of chicken, and put it in his mouth desperately. Plug—
Through the moonlight, I could see clearly what the boy looked like—he was the one who shared the dog meat with me.
My heart suddenly raised, he must have ate up his own jerky, so he took the risk and stole the soldiers' food—he was so stupid.
But he is better than me. When I stole the potatoes, I didn't stuff my mouth, and he could eat 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, and quickly stopped my stupid behavior. Those adult soldiers with live ammunition were not something that a child like me could handle at all. They were cruel and showed no mercy. I tried to tell myself that I could not save the boy.
In order to convince myself, I looked back at my hiding place. There was a shabby blanket and two pieces of stale wild vegetables. Five slap-sized pieces of dried meat were hidden under the dust. I could live another ten days in peace. Even if the red tiles in my hand can really hit one of the soldiers, the other one will shoot at me without hesitation. I can’t pack my food and escape. Even if I can escape, there is nowhere to go. And the boy is still going to die.
The two soldiers under me seemed to be tired and laughed at each other in their language. One of them took out a pistol. I closed my eyes and heard the sound of the bullet being loaded.
I opened my eyes violently, and the red tiles in my hand came out, directly hitting the forehead of the man with the pistol. He screamed, knelt to the ground, yelling in his mouth, I volleyed down, kicked him on the chin with all my strength, he snorted, and then collapsed to the ground.
The other soldier was taken aback. When he saw that there was only a thin Chinese boy in front of him, he looked up to the sky and laughed. The stench of alcohol came out of his mouth, and I could smell it ten meters away.
I rushed up and punched him in the abdomen, but he was tall and big, and his movements were agile. I grabbed my fist and threw me against the wall. I can't get enough to eat, I can't even be half of his size, and I can't beat him at all. But I don't regret at all that I jumped off the roof.
The soldier grabbed my ankle, lifted me upside down, said an insulting word, and then shook me up. I turned around and kept my head tightly. My arms, legs, and almost no parts were bruised, and my internal organs were shifted. The powerful black soldiers seemed to have not played enough yet and were still spinning. I know that when he plays enough, that is, when he throws me to the wall, I will have a brain crack...
But he called out in horror, and then his strength quickly weakened, as if the tide was receding from the beach. I resisted vomiting and struggled to stand up from the ground. I saw the soldier collapsed in a pool of blood with a sharp iron piece stuck in his chest, and the boy who had been rescued twice by me was standing next to the corpse. He tore open the roast chicken, reached out and handed it to me half..."
Luo Ye stopped, the ease on his face gradually disappeared.
Lin Wanyu subconsciously touched her cold arms, "You should have cooperated long ago, so that the chances of survival will be greater-but you have said so much, what does it have to do with cannibalism?"
"Of course it matters." Luo Ye raised his head and looked at the fluttering snowflakes, "because in the end, it is him that I eat."
"What!?" Lin Wanyu was taken aback, "But aren't you a cooperative relationship? You have gone through all the hardships together, how can you eat—" She really couldn't say that word, and instead questioned: "This is a deliberate fabrication. The plot? Actually the boy doesn't exist at all, doesn't it? If it 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 quiet voice like Luoxue:
"His name is Sha."