Wei Ye counted his fingers.
It's just the fifth day.
She already felt that she had become a different person.
No, it's becoming less like a human.
She is lucky.She told herself repeatedly.
She is still alive, with a healthy limbs and a clear mind, and has not been abused.It's no big deal, stick with it.
……
...When will you persist until?
She wandered around the locked room all day and initially concluded that there were only furniture, decorations, no communication tools and any paper with words.
Mechanical clocks hang on the wall, with hands ticking.
She didn't know what a real cat would do at home alone.
She dragged her handcuffs and shackled, and she was exhausted and found nothing.
The murderer is away during the day and comes back at night.
As soon as the door opened, Wei Ye felt as if he was whipped, he immediately became nervous and stuck his head out to look at him.
He turned on the light and gently called her: Cat?
It seemed like she was expecting her to rush over and rub his pants legs.
……
There is something delicious today.He tempted.
She stayed in place numbly and stiffly.
I checked it. Dry food is prone to urine and I want to cook it for you to eat it.The murderer approached her and squatted down.
Pink kitten bowl placed in front of her.
Today, there are not bear biscuits, but a few square pieces of braised pork.
Sweet, fat and moist.
Don't eat it.
After seeing the man who was dismembered in the room, she didn't want to eat meat for several years.
Moreover, it may be her psychology that affected her sense of smell.She vaguely felt that the smell of meat was a little strange, and her stomach was filled with vomiting.
Eat it.The murderer squatted down and pushed her back.
He looked forward to it: I want to raise you into a big truck.
……
Wei Ye lowered his head slowly.
One, two, three, four.
Four pieces.
When her appetite is normal, she never eats four pieces of braised pork with skin without dry rice.
Although the fat layer is thin enough, it is fat and thin, and looks beautiful, it should be the best choice for you.
The murderer stared at her.
She pretended to be thrown into staring at the bowl.
……
……
Wei Ye saw the details that made the teeth sore.
It was like a cold iron stick inserted into her ears within a second, piercing into her brain diagonally upwards.
This is not the case with pig hair.she whispered.
The murderer approached her: What?
She had her own opinions on her limbs and retreated in a crooked and funny way.
In the cute cat bowl, in the fragrant gravy.
Translucent, sauce-colored pig skin. A corner of the horn, there is an unshaven hair that belongs to humans.
The murderer saw it.
nausea.
He showed a disgusting expression, stood up and walked out quickly, closing the door with a clang.
Wei Ye stared at the bowl of braised pork, trembling all over uncontrollably.
That man, the man whose identity was unknown, was killed in front of her.
Has been cooked and eaten?
That... the murderer said last time that he was eating a cat...
She trembled and couldn't stop retching.
About three or five minutes later.
The door opened again.
The murderer wore black clothes.
Half of her body was soaked, and dark red liquid dripped from her right arm.
He held a red and white oval in his palm.
The thing was very slippery and almost slipped out of his hand, squirting and turning a corner with a sticky angle.
She saw a little dirty round black spot.
This is with residual heat, broken...
Eyeball.
The smell of fishy and sweetness hits the face, and the murderer is like an unsatisfied diner, complaining as he approaches.
The chef quibbled at me and said I had read it wrong.
He raised his wrist.
The next second, the ball of meat dragging with fibers drew an arc and smashed into the cat bowl full of braised pork.
The turbid blood-stained pupils were pressed against the disgusting braised pork, bounced, trembled, and flowed.
He said: I'll let him see it with my own eyes.
It's just the fifth day.
She already felt that she had become a different person.
No, it's becoming less like a human.
She is lucky.She told herself repeatedly.
She is still alive, with a healthy limbs and a clear mind, and has not been abused.It's no big deal, stick with it.
……
...When will you persist until?
She wandered around the locked room all day and initially concluded that there were only furniture, decorations, no communication tools and any paper with words.
Mechanical clocks hang on the wall, with hands ticking.
She didn't know what a real cat would do at home alone.
She dragged her handcuffs and shackled, and she was exhausted and found nothing.
The murderer is away during the day and comes back at night.
As soon as the door opened, Wei Ye felt as if he was whipped, he immediately became nervous and stuck his head out to look at him.
He turned on the light and gently called her: Cat?
It seemed like she was expecting her to rush over and rub his pants legs.
……
There is something delicious today.He tempted.
She stayed in place numbly and stiffly.
I checked it. Dry food is prone to urine and I want to cook it for you to eat it.The murderer approached her and squatted down.
Pink kitten bowl placed in front of her.
Today, there are not bear biscuits, but a few square pieces of braised pork.
Sweet, fat and moist.
Don't eat it.
After seeing the man who was dismembered in the room, she didn't want to eat meat for several years.
Moreover, it may be her psychology that affected her sense of smell.She vaguely felt that the smell of meat was a little strange, and her stomach was filled with vomiting.
Eat it.The murderer squatted down and pushed her back.
He looked forward to it: I want to raise you into a big truck.
……
Wei Ye lowered his head slowly.
One, two, three, four.
Four pieces.
When her appetite is normal, she never eats four pieces of braised pork with skin without dry rice.
Although the fat layer is thin enough, it is fat and thin, and looks beautiful, it should be the best choice for you.
The murderer stared at her.
She pretended to be thrown into staring at the bowl.
……
……
Wei Ye saw the details that made the teeth sore.
It was like a cold iron stick inserted into her ears within a second, piercing into her brain diagonally upwards.
This is not the case with pig hair.she whispered.
The murderer approached her: What?
She had her own opinions on her limbs and retreated in a crooked and funny way.
In the cute cat bowl, in the fragrant gravy.
Translucent, sauce-colored pig skin. A corner of the horn, there is an unshaven hair that belongs to humans.
The murderer saw it.
nausea.
He showed a disgusting expression, stood up and walked out quickly, closing the door with a clang.
Wei Ye stared at the bowl of braised pork, trembling all over uncontrollably.
That man, the man whose identity was unknown, was killed in front of her.
Has been cooked and eaten?
That... the murderer said last time that he was eating a cat...
She trembled and couldn't stop retching.
About three or five minutes later.
The door opened again.
The murderer wore black clothes.
Half of her body was soaked, and dark red liquid dripped from her right arm.
He held a red and white oval in his palm.
The thing was very slippery and almost slipped out of his hand, squirting and turning a corner with a sticky angle.
She saw a little dirty round black spot.
This is with residual heat, broken...
Eyeball.
The smell of fishy and sweetness hits the face, and the murderer is like an unsatisfied diner, complaining as he approaches.
The chef quibbled at me and said I had read it wrong.
He raised his wrist.
The next second, the ball of meat dragging with fibers drew an arc and smashed into the cat bowl full of braised pork.
The turbid blood-stained pupils were pressed against the disgusting braised pork, bounced, trembled, and flowed.
He said: I'll let him see it with my own eyes.
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