Apocalypse Cockroach

(Sixth and last but not least today, pushed down, thanks for your support. In the final analysis, the contract I signed was 150-200W. Stay tuned, by the way, the day after tomorrow will continue to erupt)

The sarcoma was gently cut apart, and a green jelly-like glue slipped out along the crack, containing a black brown fragment in the green glue, and the glue didn't disperse, just if it was frozen, it would coagulate together.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the strange glue in front of him. A strange scent filled his nose. He turned to Wang Le and Fat Chef and asked: “Do you smell anything? ”

The fat chef began by sniffing carefully in the air with his garlic nose and said, "Bloody smell, there's also a smell of squeamish.”

“Well, I smell a lot of smell, a lot of smell, more smell than fish.” This is how Wang Le feels.

The strange fragrance constantly did not disperse, but rather became more intense. Zhang Xiaoqiang smelled the more intense fragrance. He looked at the green glue like jelly in front of him and suddenly a desire arose from the bottom of his heart.

He looked at the unknown object in front of him, and there was always a crazy idea to eat it, and this weird idea was getting stronger and stronger, making him lose control of himself.

“Tinker Bell..." The claw blade fell off his hand, making a jade crisp sound on a truncated leg bone, trembling right hand unconsciously reaching towards that thing...

“Eat it... Eat it... Eat it..." A strange voice rang in Zhang Xiaoqiang's head, urging Zhang Xiaoqiang to grab it and feed it to his mouth quickly.

Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't tell whether this strange voice was coming from the outside world or whether his subconscious was muttering to himself. Now he had long forgotten Wang Le and the cook around him. All he had in his eyes was that strange group of green glue.

The soft glue was held in his hand, slightly cold, and the scent grew thicker and thicker, as if a claw was sticking out in his throat and grabbing at what was in his hand.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's mind kept struggling, eventually he found a lunch box to wrap the thing up, picked up all the claw blades and didn't talk, and turned around and walked out of the kitchen towards the hill.

In the densest part of the bamboo forest, Zhang Xiaoqiang was sitting in the middle of the bamboo forest, an open lunch box was placed in front of him, a group of green clear glue lay quietly in the lunch box, looking at the increasingly aromatic glue, Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart became more hesitant.

He didn't know what would happen to him if he ate it, but a desire came from the depths of his soul, constantly calling on him to eat what was before him.

Although Zhang Xiaoqiang was no longer the original uncontrolled resident man, countless lives and deaths were battled, grinding him into a determined soldier, his heart was still struggling, his fingers constantly touched the glue filled lunch box, the stronger the scent, the stronger the desire of the mind...

Darkness... endless darkness... Zhang Xiaoqiang walks slowly in the dark... Zhang Xiaoqiang doesn't know why he's here, he can't remember why he's here, he can't remember anything but his name, he can't remember when he's here, in this quiet space, no cold, no warmth, no joy and fear, yes, nothing...

Zhang Xiaoqiang walked carefree and joyless in this darkness, everything was invisible, he couldn't see the road under his feet, he couldn't even see his surroundings, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't want anything, he walked in this darkness, he didn't feel any discomfort, it seemed that walking in this endless darkness was the most real and real.

From time to time, some battle, life, men, women, a picture illuminates, a picture extinguishes.

Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't care about these images. He even thought that the images were illusory and were fabricated by his boring brain. He thought that only this endless darkness was his home, a home where he was born, grew up and even died. Here he felt comfortable. Yeah, that's what home feels like... home?

When he suddenly thought he was home, he should take out the keys and open the door. He reached for his neck, didn't he? Where are the keys?

An anxiety broke Zhang Xiaoqiang's mood. He grasped at him. He wanted his keys back. He couldn't go home without them... As he kept looking, the door keys never showed up.

For the first time, he stopped and started thinking, "Think about yourself. Where do you keep the keys?"

“Touch..." The iron door snapped tightly, he glanced at the door, hung the key to the door around his neck, walked out with a sniper crossbow in his backpack, and the low, dark sky circled over his head...

“Touch...” he closed the door with his backpack, rode his own bike, and looked at the dirty girl in the car yelling...

The door opened and Yuan Yi came in with hot water. She cautiously hot the towel and threaded the towel to give him...

The far gate was so far away and so close, he crawled slowly to the door on a floor filled with bright rice, and D2 roared...

He ran desperately, behind him was a red tide, and in front of him, a black iron gate was his birth hope...

He stood on the quiet little lake side of the grass and turned to the door of the villa and looked at Yuan Yi's room window...

“Who am I? I'm Zhang Xiaoqiang... I shouldn't be here. Isn't this my home? Where's my home? · · · · · · · · · · · · ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang panicked, he looked around, he was going to find his own home, he was going to leave this ghost place, suddenly he felt himself flying, he was constantly flying up, the darkness around him dimmed, a faint light from his head, illuminated, as his body kept rising, the light grew stronger, until it became pungent, so he had to close his eyes.

“Cough cough..." Zhang Xiaoqiang woke up with a severe cough, he coughed desperately on the ground, so easily stopped itching in the eyes of his voice, his stomach began to flinch constantly, vomiting on his heels, he knelt constantly vomiting on the ground, as time passed, he spit out the bitter gall water accumulated in his mouth, and stood with the bamboo pole next to him shaking.

It took him a while to get rid of the syncope in his brain, tiredness waved after wave, one side of the lunch box looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang, he didn't know why he was obsessed with eating that thing, “Pong..." Zhang Xiaoqiang kicked his side of the lunch box on the ground, looked at the porcelain lunch box that kept rolling down the mountain, Zhang Xiaoqiang seemed a little comfortable.

He picked up a satchel with a claw blade from the ground. Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't even care about the dirt on it and threw it on his shoulder. He walked down the hill in a shaky fashion. The original plan was to go to the repair shop and check it out with He Wenbin. Now that something like this has happened, Zhang Xiaoqiang just wants to sleep, and he walks to his nest.