Chapter 149: Meat pot

It feels uncomfortable to wake up from a deep sleep. The mind is stagnant, the movements are slow, the body is as heavy as lead, the soft limbs cannot feel the strength, the whole person seems to have been pulled out of his muscles, and only a pile of flesh that can barely be regarded as life.

The bustling Jinling City has become a ruin. With the fear of the zombies instinct deep in memory, Wang Dashi did not enter the depths of the reinforced concrete buildings, but staggered under the strong and hot sunlight, and slowly walked towards the wilderness in the distance driven by confusion and hunger.

Gray is his first understanding of the world after waking up.

The wreckage of crowded vehicles formed a long dragon on the broken highway with no heads and tails. Occasionally, one or two dark crows flashed through the sky, forming a sharp contrast with the gray and white human remains everywhere on the ground. The withered grass stems stretched out from the eye sockets of the broken skeleton, trying to find possible contact with the sun and gain opportunities to survive.

On the desolate field, several crooked cement poles stand. Next to a wall of tetra tang with completely peeling surface paint, it is placed in the middle of the fire. In a pot made of an old-time aluminum kettle, large pieces of cooked meat roll up and down with the boiling soup, and a thick layer of gray and white foam floats on the surface.

Wang Daxia ate all the whole pot of broth without chewing it with chopsticks made of two dead branches. He had been hungry for two days, and the sour water in his stomach and weak and trembling body made him unable to consider whether these foods could be eaten and whether they were poisonous?

It is impossible for a pot of meat to appear in the wilderness for no reason. More than ten minutes later, when he was full and drunk, he stroked his round belly, and with a nervous and uneasy mood, he stayed in place and waited for the owner of the pot to appear, and there was also a burst of rapid footsteps from the end of the path behind the broken wall that was almost completely covered by dust.

They were two tall men. However, Wang Daxia had never seen a human like them.

They were very strong, with a hideous face, with a worn scarf on their waists, and the exposed surface of their bodies highlighted large and tangled muscles. Their hair was as messy and hard as steel bristles, with terrifying blue lines on their faces, and bloodshot eyes, releasing hunger, hatred, and angry eyes.

Without any verbal negotiation, they threw it down and held it in their arms, as if they had just collected wooden blocks and various objects for burning, and roared and rushed over. In their wide open mouths, sharp fangs that looked like canines were revealed.

Maybe it was based on the combat experience of living zombies in the old era! With the m5g43 assault rifle with only sixteen bullets left, Wang Daxia accurately blew their heads. When he was curious and searching near the corpse, he found in fear that in the open space about ten meters away from the fire, just about ten meters away from the fire, a woman who seemed only about twenty or so was inserted into the soil by more than a dozen scattered steel bars of more than half a meter in length, forming a hanging character "big" hanging in the air. There was a hole the size of a fist on her abdomen, and a piece of dry wrinkled intestine dragged a semi-coagulated blood clot, hanging vertically from the wound.

She had no left leg. There were traces of being cut by a sharp knife at the base of her legs. She endured the violent churning of her stomach and the terrifying desire to vomit deep in her heart. Wang Daxia, who was trembling all over, gasped, and his fearful eyes moved along the black blood stains under the female corpse's body... Finally, she was locked next to the fire, in the pot that had just been eaten and drunk.

The strong nausea and indescribable disgust were like two blunt knives with rusty notched blades, manipulated by invisible giant hands, scraping back and forth in the stomach sac that Wang Dasha had just filled. The sudden tightening nerves stimulated the muscles and prompted them to make instinctive physiological repulsive actions. Although the management clearly stated that the hungry body needed these flesh from the same kind of body, the moral system that still existed in the subconscious and the inertial thinking that has been preserved from the old times to the present controls him to make conditioned reflex vomiting.

When he entered his body, the meat that fell back to the ground was covered with a layer of blurry and sticky digestive fluid. Some of them had been completely absorbed by the body. Whenever he thought of this, Wang Daxia's nausea would become stronger. He clung his hands to the loose earth wall and snore desperately. The dry sand and stone floor soon gathered a pile of semi-coagulated meat paste mixed with light red blood. They emitted a very uncomfortable sour smell, which slowly spread in all directions in the dry air.

Wang Daxia curled up his body and shrank behind the wall. The strong spasm almost consumed all his strength. His face was as pale as paper, and dense beads of sweat oozed out from both sides of his forehead and gathered at the tip of his chin. As his body trembled unconsciously, it fell to the ground one after another.

Hunger, who had been driven out, soon occupied his thinking space again. The empty stomach sac was like a gambler who had just obtained a big card and was extremely excited to press all the chips to fight. Suddenly, the policeman who accidentally rushed into the room pointed a gun at him and had to leave the gambling table... Lost, angry, despair, it could not resist the will of the brain, and could only squirm desperately at a more intense and terrible speed. In this most basic and only feasible way, it showed that it had to be satisfied.

An unknown little bug slowly crawled through the cracks under the rock. It shook its head and observed the movements around it. Its slender antennae were as vigilant as an antenna to watch the dangers that could come at any time. It climbed very slowly, but even its slow movements could shorten the distance with the pile of vomit.

The meat paste piled on the ground looks disgusting. But it is undeniable that these meat pieces that are fully stirred by stomach acid can indeed provide sufficient nutrition and the calories required by the body.

The bug crawled for a long time and finally touched the edge of the meat paste. It carefully tasted a bite of mucus that had not been absorbed by the soil, probably because it felt that the taste was very good to its appetite! It began to list this pile of unexpected discoveries into the types of food, kicked open the slender arthropods and ate them unscrupulously.

More and more insects gather here, and there are very few foods available in the wilderness. Whether humans or mutant creatures, they will never miss any opportunity to eat.

Looking silently at the swarm of insects gathering back and forth next to the meat paste, Wang Daxia, whose eyes were dull, seemed to have returned to that moment of separation from life and death.

Living and dying together is a sentence that was used frequently between couples in the old era. Men used it to deceive women into having sex, and women used it to prove that men are loyal to themselves. Money and cheap love make deception necessary to achieve their goals. Wang Daxia is no exception - although he and the young nurse had vowed each other like all men and women in love, at the last moment, the young nurse still betrayed everything they promised and resolutely pushed the beloved man who should have died with him into the treatment cabin.

She wants to let this man survive. This is also the last hope in her mind before she completely loses her mind.

Wang Daxia didn't understand what changes had happened in this world. He only knew that he had been dormant for a long time and had consumed all the energy retained in his body. His body was on the verge of weakness and collapse. If he didn't eat, the ending would be to starve to death.

Eat people is contrary to common sense. That kind of unethical behavior is the patent of wild beasts.

But at this moment, he had no second choice.

Continue to survive unethical sins?

Or is it a desperate death that retains human conscience?

I...I...I...I...I'm hungry—

Suddenly, he fell to the ground like crazy, grabbed the frozen and solidified meat paste, and stuffed it into his mouth with the dirty mud and sand stuck to the surface, and swallowed it wildly in an unbearable and intense nausea.

Desire completely overwhelms reason. In the face of survival, human dignity and moral conscience are so fragile and powerless.

"roar--"

With the flaming flames of shame and anger deep in his heart, Wang Daxia, with a hideous face, stood up chewing the fishy meat paste, strode to the female corpse behind the wall, pulled out the military dagger at his waist, cut off a large piece of meat stuck to the clear yellow fat from his fat legs, and chewed wildly.

In the eyes that have abandoned morality, there is no difference between human flesh and pigs, cows, chickens and sheep. It is also rich in calories and protein, which is enough to maintain life consumption.

In the vast world, a fierce storm roared like a ghost. The sand and dust raised high drove the sun's light away from this desolate planet. Under the dense radiant clouds of lead, everything was as dead as ash.

"God, I'll fuck your mom. I want to live, live well, and let your doggy life show you-"

Wang Daxia stood motionless in the wind, and the sand and stones rushing against his skin, stinging with a stinging pain. He stared at his red eyes, raised his muscled arms high, and roared at the irrespectable distant sky...

...

Thinking and ideas often fall into a rigid form that is forbidden. Inertial thinking, a constant worldview and the laws, orders, and logic that form society limit and bind the potential of thought. In some ways, this shackle should be beneficial and benign. Humans can have infinite fantasies in a limited space, but once the state of thinking enters a state of unscrupulous fanaticism and chaos, the desire to lose its bondage will completely overturn everything that has been recognized under the induced by evil.

The birth of murderers and ogres in history both originated from this. Their thinking and imagination abilities have exceeded the limits that morality can bear. Only blood and barbarity can soothe bloodthirsty minds. They are not natural demons, but they choose to stand opposite to human morality in the midst of desires and irrational fantasies.

It is obviously unfair to measure the new generation of human beings radiating the world using the standards of the old era. All the beautiful qualities included in civilization are based on wealth and food and clothing. When life is threatened by death at any time and cannot eat without eating, even the most merciful God will open his mouth and use his sharp teeth to tear off the flesh that is enough to fill himself with his closest person.

Wang Dasha will never forget that he woke up from his sleep and came to the wasteland world. The first meal he ate was his own kind of meat.

The first time I ate people, nausea and vomiting were normal reactions. When the food in my stomach was completely digested and I felt hungry again, he was used to blood and completely numb, so he naturally picked up the knife and cut off a larger piece from the broken female corpse...

From a human to a beast, this is probably the most fundamental difference between the old era and the wasteland!

By cutting off the dried meat from the body, he wandered alone in the wilderness for a long time. Gradually, he came into contact with the first refugee, the first camp, the first man, the woman, and the child.

He began to know many things that were unimaginable in the old days, radiation, nuclear war, death.

Through conversations and understanding with refugees, he finally understood that those guys who wantonly kill people, cook meat in the wilderness, look like humans, but are different from humans are called mobs.

This is not a world that I am familiar with, but a chaotic dark hell.

Wang Daxia completely gave up. He no longer had expectations for anything. His family, relatives, and lovers had nothing, and could only live alone, helplessly and numbly among a group of completely unfamiliar refugees.

He began to believe in the so-called God. He did not ask the gods to save himself from the sea of ​​suffering, but just prayed for the illusory existence to allow his dead heart to remain a glimmer of hope that humans should have.

...

"When the guards brought me into this room, you could not imagine how excited I was. Only those who came from the old era, the same country, and had the same experience as me would become interested in that song. I originally thought that in this world, I was a fucking alien. I didn't expect that at the most desperate moment, I could find a companion... It's worth it! It's worth it! Even if I'm letting me die now, it's worth it!"

Wang Daxia's eyes were covered with turbid tears, his chest was undulating violently, his lips were trembling slightly uncontrollably, and the sunlight shone outside the window shone on his face, which was no longer young, revealing a trace of softness that seemed to have slowly melted the hard rock.

For fifteen years, he has been living in a daze in gray and loneliness. There is no dignity or hope. It is not that he does not want to find and get these things, but that he has no goal to determine. The only thing he can do is to use his remaining life to kill time, and in the face of this boring aging process, he is cautious in keeping with the little nurse's final requirements for him.

Lin Xiang was speechless and contemplated. After a long time, he stood up with a melancholy and solemn smile, walked to the other end of the desk, slowly and firmly stretched out his right hand, took a deep breath, and said solemnly: "You are not lonely. Now... welcome home."

Wang Daxia grabbed the hand handed to him with infinite excitement and emotion in his eyes. He was trembling all over and could no longer control his emotions. He suddenly opened his arms and hugged Lin Xiang's broad shoulders tightly, crying like a child. In the tears and howlings, he vented the grief that had been imprisoned for nearly a century...

...

"He is a very pitiful person. But he is very happy now."

Standing on the corridor on the second floor of Yinyue City Office Building, through the not-so-large gap in the middle of the window, looking at Wang Daxia, who had just been changing and was sitting in the first-floor restaurant drinking corn porridge, Ying Jia's voice was very light and soft.

Lin Xiang stood behind her with his hands on his back. As the voice stopped, the focus of his sight was also withdrawn from Wang Daxia in the distance, and settled on the surface of the girl's white and tender neck.

Ying Jia has a very special ability - she seems to be able to see through other people's hearts.

This is not a myth, nor is it a great miracle. Her judgment criteria all come from the target's eyes, skin, expression and language. In the words of the old days, this is actually a keen observation ability that senior psychologists must possess.

Lin Xiang slowly stroked her smooth and slender long hair. Ying Jia seemed to feel the attention from behind. She turned her head and smiled sweetly, slowly approaching her tender face to the palm of Lin Xiang's palm and gently rubbing it.

Perhaps it was the result of genetic optimization that Ying Jia became much more beautiful than he remembered. Liu Yuchen did not lie, Ying Jia was indeed his most perfect work.

"He is indeed a pitiful person. As long as there is persistent belief in his heart, he will eventually become happy." Lin Xiang's voice was low and soothing.

A slight fluctuation flashed through Ying Jia's black pupils: "Dad, you should be very happy."

"Oh? Why?" Lin Xiang was a little surprised.

Ying Jia lifted his petite toe and raised his body as much as possible not far from his shoulders. He smiled sly, "Because... dad has Jia Jia."

Lin Xiang was stunned, and then burst into laughter.

...

Apart from the accidental killing in the chaos, along with the leaders of various ethnic groups and loyal guards who refused to surrender, the number of refugees collected from outside Yinyue City exceeded 56,000.

The city is also being cleaned up, and other refugee leaders who have entered the city have been fully controlled. They will be executed secretly. In Blanche's words, "All possible hidden dangers must be completely eliminated."
Chapter completed!