Predator

Hugh feels that something is a little wrong recently, and the cause of the matter is this:

Hugh is one of the few people in the interest group who is willing to work the night shift. This is not a problem at all. Hugh’s youthful energy is always easy to recover. No matter how sleepy or tired the night is, it only takes a few 10 minutes to make up for it the next day. Sleep, he can be resurrected with full blood.

Of course, the others have no objection to Hugh taking the lead in the night shift team, and they are also happy to relax.But the problem is that the night on duty alone is very lonely and full of sleepiness. If he can't find something worthy of his energy to do, Hugh may fall asleep in a second.

So, one night when he was on duty, when a book appeared on the supposedly empty computer desk, Hugh did not reject the book that suddenly appeared on the desk, and picked it up, and there was this line on the title page:

"Wendigo psychosis, a condition in which the patient develops an insatiable desire to eat human flesh when other sources of food are available..."

--What's this?A book about horror stories?

Hugh paused and turned over this unbelievable page.When he saw the naked, naked, intertwined bodies on the second page of the color print, his first reaction was nausea and disgust—how can men violate the "forbidden love" law and "excessive contact" with each other? ?That's... illegal!

Hugh seemed to have spied on something secret, his breathing became rapid, he became cautious, and even looked around suspiciously, fearing that others would see this scene.

nobody. Hugh breathed a sigh of relief, his fingers twitched nervously, and he put the book on the table; knowing that he shouldn't be curious, Hugh's fingers flipped through several pages of the book as if possessed.

Words, words, words...

Ah, the attached picture.

When he saw the healthy flesh and body being aesthetically divided into small pieces, the man who was a "hunter" raised his jaw slightly, and a beautiful line stretched out between his neck and the corners of his pomegranate-colored mouth. , shed the blood soaked in the meat, Hugh's eyes stuck to the paper in surprise, looking up and down uncertainly, but he just couldn't move his eyes.

Singular attraction.

Fortunately, the bell rang at 12 o'clock, waking up the person whose soul was almost taken away. Hugh came back to his senses, stood up in shock, closed the book abruptly, and threw the poor book into the trash can on the left with a firm determination.

What the hell is that? Hugh was still in shock—how can a human being eat his own kind?

That's... not allowed!

Hugh fully accepts the incompetence, and the book that Hugh discarded as an ominous object waits quietly in the trash can.The night was long, and the broken red on the cover of the book was like the broken flesh and blood that had been frozen in the pages of the book. As the silence in the duty room became deeper and deeper, it released an even more irresistible temptation.

1 minute, 2 minutes, 3 minutes...

Hugh's throat rolled, and he felt that the itch rising from the bottom of his heart was becoming more and more intense, and it was becoming more and more irresistible, and it was becoming more and more difficult to refuse... Hugh stretched out his left hand to touch it.

Just one look, and another look.

The author has something to say: Actually, I am drooling while revising...