(When I was in my spare time, I read "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" and I accidentally saw a "re-man-made pill" item. * It is magical, and I don't know where to sell it?)

The light of the kerosene lamp is very dim and can only be vaguely illuminated and placed at a diameter of more than three meters. Despite this, it is still possible to tell from the basic appearance of the body that this is a woman.

It’s not that her breasts and face are so attractive. In fact, the faint light of the kerosene lamp cannot even show her face. If it weren’t for the shadow that the perky and round buttocks, two slender and compact thighs, and the thick and rapid breathing in her mouth, even Lin Xiang himself wouldn’t be able to see the gender of a person by his naked eyes alone.

The black eyes quickly glanced back and forth on the uninvited guests who walked into the hotel. The brain of the Nine Star Parasite was transformed by the virus and could record in detail every target that had appeared in front of her. Of course, it was impossible to miss it. On the way, she used a trick to kill two male refugees on the dunes. She walked a few steps forward, carried it on her shoulders, and a huge heavy object slid on the ground. The face that entered the light enveloped the light began to gradually reveal itself. Although cruelty and tyranny were wiped away, her face still had dry and black blood stains and dirt. Her lips were slightly opened, with several cracked blood on the surface, and her upper body covered by shabby felt cloth was undulating. It could be seen that she was very tired and needed a rest.

"thump"

Putting down the heavy object on her shoulders, she collapsed on the chair next to the dining table as if she had lost all her strength. She raised her head, barely opened her almost closed eyelids, and said in a faint and hoarse voice: "Give me a glass of water."

The hotel owner kept silently watching the woman walking into the room.

The cigarette butt sandwiched between his fingers had already sucked to the end, and he could even smell the pungent and burning odor of the burning of the filter acetate fiber. He reluctantly twisted the root of the cigarette butt with his fingers full of calluses, and finally took a deep breath until he confirmed that all the tobacco parts were burned out. "The remaining part was loosened, fell, raised his foot, and stepped on it.

Stand up and walked behind the counter, took out the kettle and a wooden cup made of poplar roots and placed it on the dining table in front of the woman. The hotel owner carried the kettle to fill the cup, while carefully observing her silhouette with the light, and asked casually: "What else do you want besides this?" The woman's eyes were burning with the flame of desire like a hungry ghost. She reached out and grabbed the cup, with almost spasm stiffness and madness, her hands trembling, lifted the wooden cup full of water to her mouth, and poured it all into it. Under the thin skin, the throat bones swayed up and down, making a clear swallowing sound.

Put down the empty cup, the woman leaned on the chair and breathed a long sigh, and her face and eyes showed strong and unconcealable fatigue. She raised her hands and pulled her hair hard, as if using the power of pain to restore her energy to a little bit. She sat up straight, raised her arms and pointed to the pile of heavy objects she threw at the door of the room, and tried to improve her tone:, How much can "this" be exchanged for?"

The hotel owner picked up the kerosene lamp from the dining table, walked to the empty door, bent down, and the light covered area suddenly shrank by one third, but made the things piled on the ground look clearer.

It was a corpse. All the clothes on the body were recorded, and the skull had been pried open, revealing the hollow semicircular skull cavity. When you approached, you could immediately smell a strong and sensation of blood, as well as a faint, not completely decayed, as if it was the naturally odor of sweat from the human body.

Lin Xiang sat quietly on the chair and watched the scene.

He had already recognized this woman. Naturally, he also knew what the other party would use as goods for sale. A girl who wandered alone in the wilderness. Apart from the two men who fought each other and were abused by tricks, there was no other answer.

Maybe because she didn't have enough strength, she only brought back a body from the wilderness.

The hotel owner pulled out the knife inserted on the belt and pointed it at the lower part of the left abdomen of the corpse and rushed in. He pulled it out, approached the light and looked carefully, and then frowned.

The tip of the knife turns black and emits an unpleasant and disgusting odor. This means that the death time is at least six hours, and the internal organs have begun to liquefy and turn into rot.

"You should first cut open the belly, clear it, and try to keep it dry, so that you can sell more money." The hotel owner wiped the dagger on the back of the corpse, stood up from the ground with his knees, shook his head, and said in a muffled voice: "The temperature in the desert is very high, and the internal organs will rot soon. The corrosive ingredients have begun to penetrate. Except for the meat on the limbs and back, the part including bones can only be thrown away. Sixty-five red flags, at 0930c17, this price is very fair." In the violent wasteland world, hunting and selling corpses is very common. Whether men or women, water and food are needed to survive.

Go. It's not a question of who is more cruel than who, and the seemingly wild and crazy behavior is just an instinct in the subconscious. The woman looked at the dead body straddled by her feet, her lips tightly pursed, and the long black hair hanging from her forehead blocked the light from her eyes. No one knew what she was thinking. After nearly three minutes, she clenched her fists hard and said in a deep voice: "One hundred yuan". The Zou Wen on the forehead of the hotel owner was squeezed closer and closer. He always returned to the dining table, packing the cups on the table, and said lightly: "You can try to try your luck in other places. But as I said just now, in 0930c17, no one will bid higher than me."

"Maybe I'm not going to sell it." The woman sneered: "Cleaning this guy cleans up, you can get at least a few dozen kilograms of meat. One hundred red flag yuan can't even buy ten kilograms of jerky." "That's two different things."

The hotel owner leaned against the counter and said seriously: "The weight reduction ratio between jerky and fresh meat is about 40%, and it also requires a considerable amount of salt. Of course, if you untie this guy and dry it in a low temperature at night, the harvested jerky can indeed be eaten for a long time. But long journeys in the wilderness require more than food. You need water, weapons and medicines. Well, if you go further, you must prepare more thoroughly."

The voice was not loud, but the girl's body suddenly shook. She subconsciously raised her head, staring at the boss standing in front of the counter, but her right hand was quietly touching the scimitar inserted in her waist.

"This is not a political interrogation office, nor am I a prisoner of the Red Republic."

The hotel owner saw through the girl's thoughts. He crossed his hands on his chest, with a hint of pity, and said, "Don't be so excited. I don't like those political commissars wearing whips and moss stick logos. I know you really need money, but this is my highest bid. The poor little guy sympathizes, and it doesn't mean he has to give alms."

Do you know who I am?" "The girl asked in confusion with her eyes wide open.

"have no idea."

The hotel owner shook his head expressionlessly: "People like you" will appear every time. I only know that you are from internal cities, and in the words of the political commissar stationed in the town, they are self-destructive from the class enemies of the government and the party. I am not very clear about the things of the National Socialist Party, and I don't want to inexplicably get into more trouble. In short, if you want to sell this guy, I will give you sixty-five red flag yuan "or food, water and equipment of the same value. You can rest here for a night and leave tomorrow morning."

The girl's hand, which had held the hilt of the knife, gradually loosened. After thinking for a long time, she sucked deeply. She tried to control her emotions as much as possible, and smoothed her messy hair backwards. She nodded and said, "Okay! I admit that you are right. Just how much food and equipment you just mentioned?", "If you save a little, it should be enough to eat for twenty days. This is the maximum weight you can carry while you are moving. As for weapons, I can only get a dagger. In addition to these, you still have twenty dollars to carry with you." The hotel owner kept staring at the girl: "I am not an unscrupulous businessman, the things and prices are fair."

"Give me some more water," the girl licked her dry tongue, stretched out her finger and pointed to the door, saying, "How many other one can I give outside?"

As soon as he said that, the boss and Lin Xiang were stunned. The former picked up the kettle and cup from the counter and put it in front of the girl. He strode to the door, pulled it open, and dragged another body lying across the street in.

"My God, these two guys weigh at least hundreds of kilograms together. "How did you get them here?" The hotel owner was shocked.

"Please carry one, drag another."

The girl picked up the cup that had just been filled with clear water and drank it all in one go." She picked up the kettle again and said lightly: "Two people, how much can you give me?" "This guy is very thin, worth up to fifty yuan." The hotel owner pulled the body and shook it with his left leg: "I don't have to lower the price, two people, one hundred and twenty red flags."

Maybe she was tired and had no extra energy to bargain. Or maybe she was really unfamiliar with this kind of human flesh transaction, and the girl did not continue to argue. She drank a whole pot of water and ate free offers from the hotel owner. A dinner with the same size as Lin Xiang, dragging her exhausted steps and staggering into the second floor guest room.

A large old plastic basin had been lifted out from the ground of the restaurant. The hotel owner pulled up the cuffs of his clothes, took out two sharp thin blades from the kitchen, and began to cut two corpses he had just bought in front of Lin Xiang.

Remove the entire arm from the shoulder joint, cut it along the arm bone, and cut it into a whole piece of thinned meat. The palms were cut at the wrists, and the buttocks, which were thick and oily, were supported by a wooden frame to form two slightly rounded pieces. The thighs were treated the same as those of the arms. The flesh cut from the middle of the spine was torn flat, and the part inside the ribs that had been stained with rotten organs was scraped off for less than half an hour. Only a pile of rotten intestinal feces with stinky smell was left in the two bodies, and black blood clots were condensed into pieces remaining in the chest and abdomen.

Human flesh has been classified as food by the vast majority of wasteland residents. As long as the object of chewing is not a familiar relative or friend, you will not feel guilty.

This is very similar to the behavior of changing children to eat in ancient times. The only difference is that there is only a slight difference between human flesh hunters and active exchanges, but in fact there is little difference.

Lin Xiang has been silently watching the hotel owner busy. He has long become numb to doing such things.

It's strange and normal. Just like the first time in ancient apes hunting a saber-toothed tiger, and tasted tiger meat, it seems that humans in the old era resisted the theory of insect consumption. Their nervousness ranged from fear, ecstasy, disgust, until they became normal, and finally accepted the process was entirely determined by their thinking mentality. They were also psychological changes caused by proteins and carbohydrates as the basis of the composition, but only by different appearances and forms.

Looking at the falling knife tip, Lin Xiang slowly asked: "I know that girl?", "I don't know." The hotel owner's answer was the same as before.

"Then why"

"They are all residents of the internal city." Maybe they were tired or took the opportunity to take a breath. The hotel owner wiped his hands on his dirty waist, pulled a chair and sat down. The flashing eyes seemed to sigh: "I can see that she is a fugitive. She is actually very lucky that there are very few people who escaped from the cordon. The censorship system of the Red Republican Army is much stricter than expected. Although there are no troops in this town, there are two political commissaries stationed.

The only thing they could do was to go to the red quotation book sent by an outsider. It is said that many people in the inner city were executed for "anti-grass, life". I don't know what they did, but those executed do not look like bad people. Moreover, it is difficult to judge good or evil in this world on a certain thing. Haha! For example, I cut human flesh one by one, chop human bones, and make soup to make jerky meat. You must be sure whether I am good or bad?"

After a moment of silence, the hotel owner picked up the knife he placed at hand again and carefully picked out the silver-white ligaments from the middle of the cut flesh.

As soon as the sky was dawn, Lin Xiang, who was sleeping on the bed, heard a slight sound of footsteps coming from the corridor. After a few minutes, the door door of the downstairs was opened, and the door latch, which lacked oil lubrication, made a harsh friction. Heavy footsteps left and left. The door closed and everything returned to death.

After having a simple breakfast, Lin Xiang left the hotel. Follow the direction of the boss's guidance and slowly left the town of Okou along the street to the north.

Two hours later, he had crossed the rolling sand dunes and entered the outskirts of the Red Republic's actual control area dozens of kilometers away. On the edge of a poplar forest with its backlight towards the sun, he spread his mind and detection consciousness while taking out the kettle from his backpack and sucking it slowly.

The scorching sunlight shone down from the zenith, and the ground temperature suddenly rose sharply. From a distance, the scenery on the horizon was shaking and bumping in the heat wave, as if it did not exist in the real world phantom.

Lin Xiang had already dug a shallow pit on the sand that was enough to accommodate his body. The surface was made of dead branches and clothes to form a tent, covered with thick sand. It was very cool and it was difficult to find this hidden place with almost no movement.

Three kilometers northwest is a checkpoint set up by the Red Republican Army. The desert is extremely hot during the day, and even for parasites, the water in the body will evaporate in large quantities. The best opportunity to get close is at night.

The wind gently stroked the dunes, bringing up a stream of fine particles rolling along with invisible steps.

The sky was already dark, and the recondensed radiation clouds engulfed the star light spots. There was no roar of insects, only the friction caused by the changes in hot and cold caused by the shrinking sand particles came from the distant desert, converging into a devil's roar in the depths of hell.

Lin Xiang, naked, was confirmed that there was no object in the items that could reveal his identity at any time, buried his clothes, backpack and weapons in the cave at the bottom of the poplar tree. Guided by the conscious energy of his brain's mind, he rushed towards the Republican outpost in the distance.

This is a defensive building based on four warning towers and concrete walls as the connection. At the top of the wall that is more than five meters high, countless sharp glass fragments are erected. The searchlights listed on the top of the warning tower are searched for any suspicious objects nearby in sequence. The thick-diameter dual-mounted cannon rotates synchronously with the light direction. Once an abnormality is found, hundreds of bullets can be fired immediately.

Lin Xiang rarely uses the "simulated" ability obtained from Ilaria. However, it is undeniable that this camouflage ability that changes his own form, similar to avoidance and environmental discoloration, can indeed have an effect on ordinary people without consciousness detection ability. Even powerful mutants cannot detect anything before being close to their side due to detection distance limitations.

Standing at the bottom of the wall and looking at the yellow-skinned soldier wearing a green military uniform and a serious expression on the top of the warning tower, Lin Xiang suddenly felt a very wonderful excitement and emotion that even he could not explain clearly.

In a sense, they are their true compatriots, not their kind in the human category.

These are simply two concepts. But no matter what, the former is much closer than the latter.

Now I have to be completely hostile to get involved in them.
Chapter completed!