[Tingfeng AU] For a moment

Frankly speaking, I think this person must be sick.

The surrounding area is much quieter at night, and when it is generally quiet, we won’t wander around. For example, now we have entered an abandoned airport and are going to rest here.

Its outer wall was damaged, and it looked very empty, but I don't know if the waiting hall is also so empty.

We don't need to sleep, and we basically don't need to rest. The difference is just walking fast and walking slowly, walking towards the goal and wandering by ourselves. Of course, if the surrounding is really boring, we will stand still in one place.

Some of these will choose to sit or lie down when they stop.

like me.

But when I was thinking about where to sit, I found that the man was still following me.

He followed me closely when he was on the road, but now that everyone has dispersed, he still follows me.

Did this guy really think he was a part of us because he was scared stupid by me?

I tried to conspiratorially think that he was going to kill me when no one else was looking, but why me?

Then I seriously considered that if he keeps following me like this, I might as well lead him to a place where no one is around, bite off his throat and enjoy a big meal in peace.

With his throat broken, he couldn't make a sound.

I just need to find a place sheltered from the wind so I can have a good meal.

What a great idea.

I thought about it and decided that the only feasible place should be the plane over there.

A few of the doors are open, and generally there will be no my companions in the open doors. Unless they can't get out, they will come out to wander if there is any trouble.

I walked slowly towards that.

The footsteps behind him paused, but they still followed.

Stepping into the cabin, I raised my hand and tried to open the door leading to the first-class cabin, but my hand was a little stiff, and I failed twice.

I was thinking that otherwise it should be okay here, so I stretched out a hand beside me and opened the hatch.

If my face is still working, I think I should have a raised eyebrow expression.But that's just a thought.

I stood at the door and looked at him, he also looked at me, then went in, I followed him, and then closed the door.

He stood in front of me, facing me, and then stretched out a hand towards me, the palm was open, slightly bent outward, revealing a thin white wrist.

The closer it was, the smell whetted my appetite.

His wrists were shaking and I thought it was probably because of fear, but I didn't care if he was afraid or not, I was just hungry.

I raised my smudged hand to grab his warm wrist, and brought it closer to my mouth.

However, when the wrist was only a few centimeters away from my mouth, I heard that person's voice.

He said, "Can you stop eating me so clean?"

I paused, and reflexively looked at his vocal lips - although generally speaking, the wrist that is so close to me in smell should be the first priority.

I saw the man looking at me helplessly: "Let me be like you."

After that, he began to smile wryly to himself again: "Do you understand? Or do you just think it's fun for me to speak out?"

I can understand most of them, and I can even occasionally think of some idioms or things similar to idioms in my mind, but I don't know what those mean.

I really think it's very funny, he really is out of his mind, don't eat everything, leave some for him to change and so on.

Why did you become like me?

I think I probably won't be happy, laugh, sad, or cry.

All my feelings come from other people's feelings.

I was still holding his wrist, but suddenly I couldn't speak.

The wrist he was holding was just shaking at first, but now it suddenly gradually became quiet, and even the man's eyes seemed to have some doubts and expectations: "...Why don't you eat?"

People who didn't get a bite for the first time asked why we didn't eat.Those who took a few bites jumped into our group fearlessly.

The man's eyes were wide open, twinkling like stars, and then he took a step closer to me: "...you...you understand, don't you?"

I ignored it, I could nod, I could shake my head, but I didn't do anything.

I was just wondering how dare he get close?I might bite off his flesh the next moment.

"...Chen...William Chan...you understand, don't you? You know who I am, don't you?"

I think that's when I got interested.

Is his name my previous name?

He knows me?

So he obviously had a chance to kill me, but he gave up that chance?

I wanted to frown, maybe I really did, because I saw the person in front of me getting closer, and even the corners of my mouth trembled and said: "You...how did you do it?...do you remember me? "

No, I don't remember.

He raised his other hand to touch me, and I followed his movement with my eyes and saw him put his hand on the corner of my eye.

The heat and smell of my palm made me want to turn my head and swallow it whole.

I figured if I did that, I'd be able to see the light shatter in those beautiful light brown eyes.

Damn, I must be out of order.

It's not normal not to kill him there, it's not normal to let him come here with him, it's even more abnormal to think about devouring this person alone.

Will my companion be like me?

I still stared at his hand close to the corner of my eye, watched him slowly move it down, and touched my rib with some trembling. The wound there was the gunshot he fired before, and some dirty liquid stained it. around clothes.

Yes, I don't bleed anymore.

But that person pressed my wound, looked at me and asked, "Does it hurt?"

...two heterogeneous.

I opened my mouth, but I couldn't make any other tone except a low hum. In fact, I didn't want to answer his question, I just wanted to ask him how you knew me before.

Well, it may be too many words, too difficult.

But I thought about it, and there is no way to simplify this problem.

So I shut up and let go of his wrist.

As a result, this person stepped forward and hugged me.

The teeth were inches from his shoulders.You can bite it by lowering your head, I don't mind if his clothes are not dry, it doesn't get in the way, as long as he has something to eat.

But I still can't open my mouth.

The voice of the head in the other shoulder socket was muffled, which was a bit strange, but it could still be heard clearly.

"Got you."

"...Bastard, I finally found you."

...Asshole doesn't seem like a good word.

The warm temperature from the other person's body, the smell of raw meat slipping into my nostrils, and such visual effects.

I suddenly hoped that the eldest sister could catch this person more accurately and kill this person.

What is it now?

TBC.