【Shadou】Alternative of the same kind

All he feels now is cold, but it's not real.

His body temperature is already very low, maybe he won't get used to it at first, but he has lived for too long, and he has long been used to this strange feeling.

Habits can only be formed by adaptation, which is what he has understood since he was a human being.

He can be fully familiar with a new region, terrain, culture, and climate within an hour. For example, when he was fighting in Russia, he knew how to adjust his breathing to preserve his strength and temperature. Then it became a habit. He was in any other place. As long as the temperature drops, the body will automatically adjust. He thinks this is very convenient, and he also thinks this kind of adaptability is a kind of pathology.

But it doesn't matter, my own existence itself is different, and sickness is for ordinary people, so whether he can be called sick is another matter.

Now he was running on the street, his body automatically adjusted his breathing, the sharp cold confronted him tit for tat, his body was sharper than that cold knife, and its blade was cut off immediately when it hit head-on.

He was very hungry, which was abnormal, because he confirmed that his blood was still sufficient in the early hours of this morning, but after talking to himself, his hunger felt like it could swallow his reason, and he didn't understand why.

He now began to suspect that his feelings were wrong, and began to recall that he hated it:

Eat, sleep, wake up, watch the news, go to the hospital, eat, sleep, wake up, hungry.

Damn, he gets hungry right after eating, did he vomit it all up while eating? !

...Watching the news, what are you doing for it?What are you going to the hospital for?Eat, what did you eat?

......

......

One person is missing, he is Angel.

He felt uncomfortable, and that emotion should probably be defined as sadness, but what should sadness be?He remembers that sadness requires crying, but he can't cry, so he feels that he is not sad, so he can overturn his previous logic, so why is he uncomfortable?

Whatever, he didn't want to think about it right now.

Under the old-fashioned overpass is an abandoned street. Occasionally, children will come to play games. There is their castle. Shelan Udos stopped here. He just deliberately detoured to a remote street with only a few pedestrians. is attention.

He has peeped into the human psychology. He knows that those people are strangers to each other. After attracting attention, there must be someone with strong curiosity, but if the people around them don't respond, that person will suppress the urge to follow up and find out. But people's curiosity will not diminish. He will subconsciously speed up his pace slowly, and his body center of gravity will shift to the direction driven by curiosity. When he reaches the corner, he can run freely and look for the one that arouses his curiosity. A person who runs fast.

And around the corner is the old overpass.

"Treading——" Shelan Udos heard someone standing on the overpass, with irregular footsteps and different landing strengths. When people were looking for things, their breathing would change, and sometimes they would hold their breath. At this time, he heard The interval between breathing sounds is getting longer and longer——

— This man was his prey.

The moon rose, and the cold light cast down from the night sky. The ruins under the bridge were a shadow. People in the darkness retreated and hid in the darkness. He curled up in a corner and squatted down.

"...Help..." His voice was suddenly weak and helpless, and one could imagine that the painful sweat was gathering from the forehead of the person in need, and then slipping down, those beads of sweat seemed to be falling apart It was so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

"Who needs help?" The prey heard the hunter's pretended help.

"Oh, please help me."

He waited silently, his hurried steps stepped on the stairs, the sound spread and became louder and louder.

He saw a black figure, tall but not flexible.

"Sir, I'm here." He stretched out a hand from the darkness with difficulty. The light was dim, and the sleeves looked like a summer dress with mid-length sleeves because of the stretching. This dress was bought by Angel for him. The hoodie, the mint green color he doesn't like, but Angor says it suits him well.

Angell... Angell again.

"What's wrong with you, child?" Under the dim light, the man couldn't recognize the age of the person in front of him, but with his voice and skeleton, it could be seen that it was an underage child.

"Brother, I'm looking for my brother..."

Why is it brother again?

"Not long after we came here, I couldn't find my way..." As he spoke, his voice became softer, as if he was still sobbing. Everyone would believe that he was just a lost child.

"Son, why don't you ask passers-by?"

"My French is not good, I don't speak many words...but I can say that my feet hurt."

"Did you sprain your ankle while running?"

"Yes sir. I think so."

The man stepped forward, without the slightest doubt, he picked up the boy and prepared to take him to the hospital.

"Let's go to the hospital first, how do you feel?"

"It's very bad sir, my feet are hurting now." His voice was crying, because the pain was still on the man's neck, as if it could relieve the stress on the ankle.

"You feel so light. By the way, what does your brother look like?" The man turned his head to Shelan Udos, his eyes were kind, and Shelan Udos' eyes were full of fear.

Shelan Udos unconsciously tightened the arms around her.

"Oh wait! It hurts!" The man turned his head to check his injuries.

Wild animals will not be tamed just because they are imprisoned in a cage. Taming makes them look kind, but that is just skin.

Shelan Udos suddenly grasped the man's shoulders with his hands apart, and using this as a support point, he stood upside down on the man's shoulders, and then he used his hands hard, turned his body, and opened his legs at the moment when he was facing the man's back , Clamping the man's waist again, he buried his mouth in the man's neck, showing terrifying fangs, greed and desire in his eyes.

Opening his mouth, he bit off the man's artery, his body convulsed due to the sudden pain, a large amount of blood flowed out from the wound he tore open, staining the face of Silan Udos and his clothes, the mint green was invaded by red The man still has some strength to resist, which makes more blood wasted. Human beings want to resist, they want to live.

But this is not okay, resist now, and what you will gain is eternal life, from the first moment of becoming a prey.They are doomed not to have eternal life.

The man gradually lost the strength to resist. Shelan Udos kept his original posture and pressed him to the snow. Finally, he drew blood and bit the man's wound.

He sat up, raised his head slowly, there were large bloodstains around his mouth and neck, even his clothes, he was extremely tired, panting heavily, waiting for the blood to slowly flow through his body, and the excess blood flowed back into his stomach spare.

But he can't get up yet.

He leaned forward again, his bloody hands were not so transparent, and he put his hand on the prey's head, shaking it slightly.

Twist harder—click——!

The man's face met his own, and now his eyes were terrified, and Shelan Udos's eyes were kind. '

He stretched out his hand again, closed the man's terrified eyes, said good night, buried him in the snowdrift, and left.

Salaman felt a dull pain in his neck. He covered his neck unconsciously. His back was leaning against the broken bark of the plane tree, and he slid slowly. There were not obvious scratches on his down jacket against the bark. In the end, he sat on the ground, like a condemned prisoner who had been pierced by thousands of arrows and nailed to a cold place. The nerves in his neck repeatedly expanded and ached, as if he had been bitten by a wild animal.

He got up to leave, took off his coat to check the degree of wear on the back of the coat, patted the clothes casually, and walked home.

There was no one at home, but he knocked on the door, then took out the key to open the door, repeatedly rubbing the green agate, the cold breath squirmed into his sweater around his fingertips, he shivered, and quickly ran into the house to close the door .

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