Chapter 290： hungry (1/2)
”Crunch!”
A car parked in a residential area near Lilac Lake. When the door opened, Uncle Jiang hurried to the house.
He knocked on the door first, didn't hear anything, and reached for the key to open it. This house is also a villa, and the space is not small, but it is dark inside and no lights.
He turned on the headlights in the living room and called out: ”Qing Qing? Qing Qing, are you there?”
”...”
No reaction at all.
Uncle Jiang was suspicious, only to find the atmosphere strange because the doors in all the rooms were all closed and the curtains were pulled tightly. The whole house is like a big stuffy box, no light is allowed to pass in, and a faint odor is emitted in the air.
What's even more weird is that there are obviously his wife's shoes in the shoe cabinet, and there are bags and car keys on it ...
”Snapped!”
He took two steps, turned on the bedroom light, and there was no one in it. Then he opened the bathroom door, and there was no one.
Uncle Jiang felt his cell phone and was about to make a phone call to his wife. He suddenly moved and turned his eyes to the kitchen. Behind that closed door, there seemed to be a whispering sound—like the sound of unpacking plastic.
”Qingqing?”
Uncle Jiang quickly walked over and hurriedly opened the door, suddenly startled.
The kitchen is also dark. With the backlight, you can see a figure sitting at the table and immersed in something to eat. Couples who have known for decades know that Yang Qing must be Yang Qing.
”What's wrong, why not turn on the lights?”
Uncle Jiang moved forward two steps, pressing the switch, and as the white light turned on, an infiltrating chill slid into the tail spine, and rose along the spine, all the way down.
This kitchen is completely gone. The countertops, dining tables, and the floor are full of littering bags and food residues. There are two large pots on the stove. I do n’t know what to cook, but the soup is splashing and dripping on the stove .
The refrigerator door was wide open, maybe it was broken, the small light didn't turn on at all, a few leaves and **** bones fell out of it.
The table was the most dirty, with pieces of bones, meat crumbs, and stones spread. Yang Qing was sitting in this garbage dump, chewing with a roasted chicken in his hands.
”Well……”
She was dazzled by the light, her instinct shrinking, making a strange noise, then raising her head. And this rise has made Uncle Jiang creepy!
That face was like a melting candle, the fair complexion was half peeled, mixed with the dark yellow of the old and dead, and the nauseating shine,
Eye circles are dark, eyes are dizzy, and a great sense of exhaustion and excitement are mixed together, weird horrible beyond words.
She just stared at the other person, biting the chicken constantly, chewing the leash in her mouth, and saying lowly, ”Are you here?”
”What's wrong with you?” Jiang Shu asked with a trembling voice.
”I don't know, I'm so hungry. I've been eating all day and night, and I'm still hungry!”
Yang Qing tears a large piece again, and even with facial chewing, her facial muscles are twisted. Her condition is weird, she seems to be fascinated, and she seems to be awake, and the only feeling is that she is hungry!
”you you……”
After all, Jiang Uncle was a scene man, and he felt a little faint, anxiously, ”Let's go! You can't stay here, come!”
With that said, she was going to be dragged forward.
But Yang Qing hid behind and called out, ”I want to eat, I want to eat ... I want to eat!”
She muttered several times in succession, her voice getting louder and louder, and finally she became mad, tossed a small half of the roast chicken and rushed to the refrigerator.
”Oh, haha, I'm so hungry!”
She grabbed a handful of raw green vegetables and stuffed it into her mouth. The vegetable juice splashed, mixed with crumbs, and half-faced, like a ghost.
”Qing Qing, let go and follow me!”
Uncle Jiang was anxious. He grabbed vegetables in the past and dragged his wife out.
”Ah! Ah!”