Grass, this is not right everyday

He found his car exhausted physically and mentally, and spent ten minutes on the steering wheel to sort out his emotions.

The iron-gray pickup is as solid and reliable as ever, and the interior, while old, is generally clean.The rear cargo box was covered with canvas, and under the canvas was bulging, and I didn't know what was in it.

Jock doesn't even know where to spend the night tonight.

He already had some resistance to sleep, and the unexplainable fear and hunger after waking up from sleep was enough to drive Jock crazy.

He has searched for a lot of information over the years, but found nothing.

The weird whispers in his ear, every time Jock wanted to know something strongly, he would keep chanting. Although he could hear this language, he couldn't understand the information in the language.

Fortunately, his body is extraordinarily strong, and he can maintain energy and physical strength even without sleep for a long time.It is not possible to see that horrible, boiling starry sky every day.

This appearance of sudden death at any time and his increasingly irritable temper are getting more and more serious.

Jock lay on the steering wheel for another ten minutes, and when he raised his head, he turned into his usual defiant, unconcerned look.

He decisively started the car, although he couldn't find a place to stay overnight, and he didn't know what to do with the homework left by the teacher.But in short, let's find a way to get through tonight.

The sun has completely disappeared, the stars and the moon are covered by artificial neon lights, the time is getting later and later, more and more social animals go out to drink and students go to KTV.

In an izakaya at the corner of the commercial street, Jock was eating with a plate.

The empty plate in front of him was taken away again and again, but Jock would continue to order along the menu every time.Insatiable like a glutton.

Putting down the empty plate, he drank the wine glass in one gulp.

Although the boss was reluctant to sell alcohol to Jock, who looked a bit like a high school student, but under Jock's friendly and gentle persuasion (physics), the boss finally opened up the alcohol option to Jock .

It has been a few hours since Jock entered the store, and there were basically no people there, until now the izakaya is full of drunk social animals.During this period, Jock has been eating.

After eating and drinking, after drinking and eating, he followed the menu item by item. He has been eating for several hours, but there is no sign of satisfaction at all.

"Hi'er~ The taste is pretty good. Your restaurant has been around for a long time." Joker took the menu again and glanced up and down, "I didn't expect there to be such a place in Chiba. It's pretty good."

Being full of wine and food really makes people feel happy, especially for a monster like Jock who won't be hungry if he doesn't eat for a long time, and won't feel uncomfortable if he eats a lot at a time.

"Guest, are you from Tokyo?" The boss took the menu from Joker, "The history of this small shop is hundreds of years, and it was passed down from my grandfather's generation."

"The taste is very good, why don't you consider opening a store in a metropolis like Tokyo?"

"Hey... the profit of the small shop is meager, I really have no plans to move the shop, and the rent in Tokyo is a bit..."

"Okay, I understand, you don't need to say it."

Jock likes this store very much, the atmosphere and taste are good.There are basically no shortcomings except that there are more alcoholics.

While chatting with the boss, he took the dishes handed by the boss.Jock looked at the time, and it was almost time to check out and leave after eating this.

While Jock continued to feast, the door of the izakaya was pushed open again.

About three or four people poured into the store. Although the izakaya was already noisy enough, the entry of this group of people obviously more than doubled the noise.

Jock turned his head and glared at the group of people. After being seen, the group of guys who didn't know whether it was a drunken social animal or something immediately yelled over.

"Hey boy! What are you looking at, huh?"

"I'm looking at a group of pigs who don't want to die. Not only are they noisy, but they also stink."

"What did you say!"

The drunk drunk rushed up with a face full of alcohol, and was about to grab Jock by the collar.

Jock's school uniform jacket was casually thrown on the back of the chair, and he let the drunk grab his collar.Breath that reeked of alcohol was close at hand.

"Boy, you are still a high school student, show me some respect!" The drunk shouted angrily.

Jock licked the wooden spoon in his hand unhurriedly, looking at no one in his eyes and not paying attention to the drunk man in front of him.

"How dare you underestimate me...!" The drunk was irritated by Jock's posturing.

The angry drunk hit him with a punch, but the owner of the izakaya had no time to stop him, seeing his angry fist fall down.

Then there was a crackling sound of something breaking.I saw that the drunk man, who was still angry just now, was covering his hand that was rapidly red and swollen.

I don't know if it's because of the alcohol, but this scene made the drunks who were booing just now quiet for a few seconds.

Joker turned the wooden spoon in his hand, but instead approached the drunk man with his injured hand step by step.

"Stand up and push hard."

The severe pain made the drunk man sober up a lot.In panic, he kept backing away, trying to stay away from Jock.

Jock strode forward, stepping on the drunk's hand.

13. Aroma

The unknown drunk hit Jock in the face as if he had hit a stone statue.Jock remained motionless, but the drunk himself was slightly injured.

Jock looked down at the man twisting and writhing in pain on the ground, he stepped on the drunk man's injured hand and ran it over and over.

"Hey, didn't you hear me?" Jock said casually, "Since you have the guts to come here to find trouble, it's better to be confident."

"Yes, I'm sorry! Please spare me!" The drunk man's mind has come to his senses, "I won't dare in the future!"

"So what's the matter? Do I have to forgive you if I beg for mercy?" Jock said casually.

The other drunks who came with them were sobered up by the screams, but they were still encouraged by the alcohol.He picked up the armchair on the side and threw it at Jock's head.

Jock still didn't dodge, letting the chair hit his head.The wooden armchair didn't disintegrate, nor did it hit Jock's head, but was thrown from the drunk man's hand.

If the drunk was trying to save his companion, he was at least half successful.

The reason why it is said to be successful is that Jock did leave his companion.I say half because Jock is walking towards him now.

"You...you..." The drunk stammered and couldn't speak clearly.

He was forced by Jock to the dining table, subconsciously wanted to grab the food on the table and threw it at Jock's head.In exchange for a little life.

But Jock moved faster. He threw out the wooden spoon in his hand and nailed the man's hand to the thick wooden board of the dining table.

With a more exaggerated scream, the drunk collapsed beside the dining table.

"I haven't finished eating yet." Jock pulled out the wooden spoon and continued to pick up the pork chop rice. "What a shameful act of wasting food."

Seeing the high school students who were wrong in various senses eating fried rice with his own blood, the drunkard's body trembled violently.Looking at Jock's figure, he felt more and more uneasy.

Jock actually enjoys other people's expressions of fear.He finished the pork chop rice in two or three bites.Put the spoon and plate aside.

Satisfied with wine and food.Although I told myself countless times not to act casually in Chiba, but it really is my style to act when it is time to act.

Satisfy the material needs, but also meet the psychological needs.Jock stepped on the drunkard's belly and shook slightly.It's not bad that the belly with sufficient fat is soft when stepped on.

"Check out." Jock finally said with satisfaction.

The owner of the izakaya looked at the two drunks lying on the ground, one hand was swollen and the other was covered with blood.

And that spoon.The owner swore to throw it away immediately after this time!

"No...no need." The shop owner lowered his voice, "Your expenses... This meal will be borne by the small shop. The food in the small shop is really not good. Just fine!"

The shop owner couldn't wait for Jock to leave immediately. It would be enough trouble if he was seen selling alcohol to high school students.There are still fights, and there are still two people lying on the ground!

Although it is indeed a loss for Jock if he ate and drank without paying, the owner would rather give up the bill than want him to come again.

For this reason, he also kindly recommended Joker to his competitors.

Although Jock didn't know the shopkeeper's imagination, he more or less guessed something.He stepped on two drunks, and everyone else in the shop, sober or not, took a silent step back.

Jock grabbed his coat: "Why, you don't seem to welcome me very much."

The shop owner was about to deny it immediately, but Jock interrupted him impatiently.

"Oh, that's all right, all right, the money will definitely be given to you." Jock took out a wad of money and threw it to the boss, "As for your store. I will come back to patronize when I have time."

Regardless of the group of ashes behind him.Jock pushed the door openly and left.

Under the night, the commercial street is very lively with people coming and going.

Although not as exaggerated as Tokyo, it is lively enough.Jock looked at the time. It was still early, not past eight o'clock. At this time, the nightlife of urbanites was probably just beginning.

"It's only eight o'clock." Jock stretched his waist and started wandering aimlessly.

Chiba's commercial street is still very prosperous, and various coffee shops on the street attract many young and beautiful female high school students.They get together and talk about topics that others can't understand at all.

There were also some drunken guys walking past Jock at this time, and some uncles who looked like they had been hungry for several lifetimes were looking for food.

The enthusiastic clerk on the street wooed passers-by with a more friendly tone than his own father. Jock finally couldn't help but beat up one of them, and the rest quickly left Jock.

But no matter how long the street is, it always comes to an end.

When Jock recovered from his wanderings, he found that he had left the shopping street and came to a more remote place.

Some wonder why there is such a remote alley next to the shopping street.Jock was groping around while thinking wildly.

Grass, where do I smoke?

Oh, no, it's fine.

Smacking his lips, Jock remembered that in order to prevent himself from accidentally pulling out a cigarette at school, he didn't bring a single cigarette into school.

Tsk, it's the school, the root of all evil.

So do you want to go back to the car now?Or buy it again?

I glanced at the crowded shopping street and the pickup truck at the other end of the street.Jock dismissed the idea of ​​going back to get it now.

But if you go to buy it now, this young-looking face will cause a lot of unnecessary troubles.

"Tch, so why does it have to be Chiba?"

While talking about complaining about the new environment, he searched around for guys who looked like they could smoke.

Just when Jock decided to find someone to grab a bag at random, a unique and familiar voice sounded in his ear.

flute.

The sound of the flute gradually rang in his ears, and Jock's originally relaxed expression became tense.

If a second person saw Jock's expression, his jaw would drop in shock.

"What, why?"

Jock covered his ears, but it was no use.The abominable flute echoed in my ears unstoppably, getting louder and louder.

"How is it possible, I...I am awake now, I am not asleep, I should be awake!"

Jock couldn't understand why the sound of the flute still appeared when he was awake.

Every time he heard this crazy flute sound in his dream, the starry sky in front of Jock's eyes began to flip and boil.

Thinking of this, he quickly looked up, but what he saw was not clouds or starry sky.His eyes seemed to pass through the endless galaxy, through the light, through the darkness, through the infinite gates and gates.

On the other side of the end, something evil and hideous is dancing, slow, clumsy, eerie.But in Jock's view, there is a kind of strange and shocking beauty.

This scene strongly attracted Jock's gaze, and this scene disappeared quickly, as if it was just an illusion.

And I don't know if it's because of watching this crazy scene, the world in front of Jock's eyes gradually turned upside down.Everything in front of me was shaking, and the sound of the flute in my ears never stopped.

But the people around seem to turn a blind eye to all of this. There is no sound of the flute, and the world is as stable as ever.

Jock staggered and moved in a certain direction, he felt that his body was being attracted by something.

There was a certain fragrance in the air, and the sense of hunger without source reappeared, as if the food eaten less than half an hour ago had not been eaten at all.

Jock followed the scent, shaking like a zombie, hunger dominated him, he moved forward along the scent, and the smell became stronger and stronger.

Every cell in his body was screaming for hunger and thirst, Jock quickened his pace, and he quickly found the source of the aroma and appetite.

14. Clues that pop up

Jock's vision became more and more blurred and chaotic.The surrounding light dimmed little by little, the body was dominated by instinct, and the loss of control of the body caused the spirit to completely miss.

Consciousness is chaotic, and he can't even realize what he is doing, and is naturally guided by instinct.

Appetite belongs to the instinct of all living things.Regardless of human beings who consider themselves higher creatures, or animals, or even insects.Can't resist appetite.

Appetite represents the desire for nutrients and the continuation of life.

Jock staggered along, unable to make out how much time had passed.He finally found the source of the fragrance.

In the dimly lit alley, among the garbage and mud, lay a dead body.

Her wine-red eyes were dull, her long black hair was mixed with blood and mud, her long legs wrapped in black stockings had several horrific wounds, and her originally tall chest had already been pierced.This is probably the fatal blow.