ghost talk simulator

Chapter 151 Meat

"It's so warm...so warm..."

The photographer leaned against the fireplace, enjoying the hard-earned warmth.

Seeing the photographer lying on the rocking chair by the fireplace, Jiang Shiqing picked up a piece of cloth and tightened the photographer's legs to prevent blood from dripping everywhere.

I don't know if it's because of the bleeding or I haven't felt the temperature of the fire for a long time. The photographer who is not sleepy actually feels a little sleepy.

In his hazy sleep, he seemed to hear the communication of several people.

"I'm about to finish eating... what should I do? There's still the fireplace..."

"Shh! Be quiet!"

"Oh...and in the fireplace, when we threw the bones in after eating, he wouldn't find out, would he?"

"Found? What did you find? Now he's crippled... Besides, the village is not far from here, and they will come in two days. We can go back then..."

"But...but what those people did was illegal?"

"Illegal? You are strong..."

"Shh..."

"Why don't you say it's illegal when you...? Why don't you say it's illegal when you eat meat? Now you're paying attention to them breaking the law? Are you cheap!"

"Hush! Keep your voice down...what if these words are heard!"

"Hear it? Oh! He can't hear it. Besides... so what if I hear it?"

"It's your turn today... go to the basement."

"Row."

The photographer only felt the ground tremble for a while, and after the tremor, it became very calm again.

And those words are just nonsense in a dream.At this moment, he just quietly enjoys a moment of warmth and happiness.

The campfire gets smaller and smaller over time.I don't know how long it took, the photographer gradually woke up.

Then there was a smell of meat.

The photographer felt hungry for a while, and hurriedly called out to Jiang Shiqing.

Jiang Shiqing was dressed neatly now, but the gauze-like clothes seemed to be naked.

With just one glance, the photographer noticed that there were more bruises on Jiang Shiqing's body.But the photographer didn't ask any questions, and just selectively ignored the bruises on Jiang Shiqing's body and the redness and swelling on his face.

"Xiao Jiang, bring me a piece."

The photographer called out to Jiang Shiqing, Jiang Shiqing nodded silently, and silently took a piece of meat from the table.

The meat is freshly grilled and looks very appetizing, but it smells weird.But no matter how strange the taste is, it is hundreds of times better than the bitter fruit outside.

So the photographer still ate it in big mouthfuls, not caring about the strange smell at all.

"Brother Hao, what kind of meat is this? Are you still hunting these two days?"

The photographer asked with some doubts.Has anyone else encountered such a silly sheep besides me?Or some other silly animal?
This kind of animal will not become stupid after eating it!
An extremely ridiculous idea popped into the photographer's mind.The mouth full of meat foam smiled violently, and the spray was full of meat residue.

"Don't waste it." The young man picked up the meat and stuffed it into his mouth, then turned his back and said, "It doesn't matter where the meat comes from, as long as it can fill your stomach. Are you right, Xiao Jiang."

The young man put his arms around Jiang Shiqing, and said in a very tired tone.

It's just that Jiang Shiqing just nodded with a dull expression, and then leaned into his arms very obediently.

"Ah Hao is right! Don't care where the meat comes from, just eat it. In this kind of wilderness, it's good to eat something!"

The man with a big belly came out of the house and said with a colorful machete.

The machete was covered with minced meat, as if it had chopped something.

The photographer didn't ask any more when he saw this, but just ate the meat in his hands in small bites.

'what is this? '

The photographer looked down at the somewhat blurred mass of skin in the flesh, which was like a single word...

"Did you write something on your prey?"

The photographer shook the meat in his hand at the three of them and asked suspiciously.Why are these people writing on meat when they have nothing to do?
After hearing the photographer's words, several people were all taken aback, and then looked at the middle-aged man with a big belly.

The man broke out in a cold sweat, and then took a few steps forward and snatched the meat from the photographer's hand.Without saying a word, he directly stuffed it into his own mouth, chewing heavily.

After the man finished eating, he touched his head in embarrassment and said, "I know you think that piece is dirty, but I did write the words. I will eat this piece myself."

After the man finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at the young man. The young man smiled, walked up to the photographer and put the meat in his hand.

"Not full? You are sick, eat my piece first."

After the young man finished speaking, he pulled the middle-aged man out of the door, and when he closed the door, he deliberately turned his head and smiled at the photographer.

"What's going on? Isn't Uncle Liu the leader? Why does Haozi look better than him?"

The photographer frowned and said with some doubts.Why are they all so weird after coming here?
"Maybe...maybe..."

Jiang Shiqing may have been for a long time, but he didn't say anything, until the young man and the middle-aged man came back, Jiang Shiqing gave the young man a timid look and then backed away.

"what happened?"

The young man was a little puzzled, did Zhou Shu notice something?Why did Jiang Shiqing react so strongly?

"fine."

After Jiang Shiqing said something, he turned and walked away, but when he turned around, the photographer who looked at him with pity in his eyes straightened his hair.

"Eat with peace of mind, and go on the road when you are full."

"On the way?"

"I mean find the way home together after the leg is healed."

The young man handed the photographer a piece of meat again, and patted him on the shoulder comfortingly.

"Have you seen the little reporter and Big Liu? Are they not with you?"

The photographer asked abruptly, with some doubts in his eyes.

"Big Liu? Big Liu didn't follow us... The little reporter didn't follow us either. I guess they are still outside."

The young man shook his head, and the expression on his face became a little pitiful.

"Did Liu not have much relationship with you? Do you still care about him?!"

The photographer chatted with the young man, but the conversation was all about their whereabouts and relationship.

After the young man left, the photographer turned to look at the fireplace.

Firewood had been added to the fireplace, and the fire was burning very vigorously, but there was still a small unremarkable metal sign inside.

The metal plate had been burnt to black, but the photographer could still recognize what it was.

It was a badge in an anime that the little reporter liked to watch very much.She also deliberately showed off to herself at the time.

Turning his head away, the photographer closed his eyes, thinking about something quietly.

Beside the window outside the house, the middle-aged man's face was pressed against the window, watching the photographer's every move intently.

After seeing the photographer close his eyes, the middle-aged man looked away with peace of mind.

"He seems to have noticed something... from the piece of tattooed meat?"

The young man walked around behind the middle-aged man at some point, his words at this moment were frighteningly cold, as if he were a machine without emotion.

(End of this chapter)