Desperate Game Cat Hunter

Evie?Need my help?

I looked at Al, wanting to make sure he was joking.But his expression seems to be serious, although he still has that sloppy smile on his face.

help?Well, I think I'd be more than happy to patch his chest if he wasn't dead.

"I think his wound should be open, because..." Al paused, as if he was thinking of words to describe his action of injuring Yiwei just now, "because of the exchange of fighting skills just now."

I get what he means, but I don't want to bandage his wounds, I'm not crazy yet.Getting close to him is a very dangerous thing, just now Al has fully proved this point.

"Be good, kitten." He used a father-like tone again, which was really annoying.

I don't know if it's good news that Yiwei didn't die.It means that Al still retains his sanity to some extent, and has not gone crazy to the point of insanity. Maybe this can give me a little peace of mind, just a little.On the other hand, Evie is still alive, which means my life is still at stake.I still remember the feeling when the bones in my left hand were broken and the meat was beaten into a meat paste.I never want to go through it a second time.

Al was still looking at me, smiling, waiting for me to respond to his request.Well, if that counts as a request rather than an order.

I didn't have the courage to tell him openly that I was expecting Yiwei to die unexpectedly.Even though everyone knows what I'm thinking.But it still takes courage to say it blatantly.

After being in a stalemate with Al for about ten seconds, I compromised and went to Yiwei's bed with medicine and syringes.

Yiwei was lying on the bed in a strange posture with his eyes closed.But it didn't look fatal, I think maybe Al hit him on the neck with the palm and knocked him out.

His jacket was not zipped up, and he had no sweater or other clothing underneath.It can be directly seen that the layer of bandage that is not too white is wrapped around his chest, and it has been dyed red - the fight between the two people just now should not be a child's game.They are all serious.

I reached out and pressed the bandage unkindly, and blood stained my hand—not a broken rib.Even though he was unconscious, Yiwei still frowned because of the pain.

Unexpectedly, I don't know if it's because the blood just flowed out, so it's because of the heat, Ewe's bandages, even the exposed skin are warm.In this kind of weather, my hands are almost icy cold, but his naked skin can still maintain body temperature. This person is indeed a monster.

I stood by his bed and watched him for a while.I know that killing him right now is totally out of the question, even though it's all I can think of right now.

It took me a while to calm down.Then I squatted down and took out the anti-inflammatory medicine and injected him with one.Thanks to that group of righteous warriors, we now have no shortage of medicines at all.

After the injection of anti-inflammatory drugs, I don't want to continue to deal with it.Although I can see that it would be better to change his bandages and stop the bleeding by the way.But I don't have that mood and kindness.This kind of thing is more suitable for the doctor, but now he has gone to heaven.

I pulled his quilt from under him and covered him.As for whether his blood will wet his quilt or stick to the wound, I don't care.

After finishing all this, I went out. Al hadn't finished smoking a cigarette outside.When he saw me, he smiled and asked, "You didn't kill him, kitten?"

"I don't mind going back again if you wish," I replied.

"Then he'll leave it to you next." Al took a puff on his cigarette, speaking as if what was handed over to me was just an insignificant thing.

I shrugged and didn't answer him specifically.What I'm thinking is, if one day I unfortunately become like this and Al has no plans to kill me for the time being, don't hand me over to Yiwei so casually.I'm sure he's not going to be kind enough to give me an anti-inflammatory shot, but to perform a vivisection with my body.

I sat down on the chair, and it didn't take long for sleepiness to surge up.I'm so tired, I haven't had a good rest for a long time.It doesn't feel so obvious when you usually have a good rest, but once you lose it, you will feel that this is really an irreplaceable period.

However, even so, I still don't intend to go to sleep.I'm a firm believer that being awake is easier than falling asleep, psychologically speaking.

The sound of the car is still ringing.I focused my eyes on the outside of the car, and the scenery outside moved incredibly fast.I suspect that even on the highway, we are still speeding at the speed, which is not very safe.However, this also shows from another aspect that our food reserves have really reached a very urgent point.

Al was sitting on the sofa at the moment, squinting at me with a cigarette in his hand, and asked suddenly, as if on a whim,

"Little cat, what was your original name?"

I turned my head to look at him, somewhat incredulous.

He also seemed to realize right away that the question was inappropriate.I realized there was something akin to regret on his face.Now he should no longer expect my answer.So I kept silent and didn't answer him.

I'm afraid he didn't pass through his brain when he blurted out this sentence just now.It's like when a person sees an unfamiliar flower, he will blurt out and ask "what's the name of this".

But I am not a flower, nor a pet.As I said, we are a people who have abandoned our humanity, which means that we need to abandon the past.Names don't matter anymore.Moreover, I am not very happy to tell him this, I don't want to hear the name being called a pet by him.I know he can do this kind of thing, and he has no guilt.

In order to avoid contact with him about this kind of thing again, I closed my eyes and pretended that I was going to sleep.

But it turns out that faking sleep is the easiest of all things to fake.I fell asleep really fast.It's probably because I'm so sleepy.

But this sleeping experience was not so good, I was dreaming.The content of the dream is absurd and weird.

My dad put on Al's face and he's killing people.Yes, kill.The reason is unknown, I just stood in the corner and watched him insert a steel rod with a beveled cut into the chest of a person lying on the ground again and again.

The blood kept splashing out every time it was pulled out.But it's not over, and then it will plug in again.so repeatedly.

A swap for no reason, and I'm the one lying on the ground, my father—or rather, the father with Al's face, with my blood spots all over his face, close at hand, pulling out the steel pipe Sometimes blood splashed into my eyes.There was no pain or fear, I felt like I was watching a 3D movie.

Then he threw the steel rod away, picked me up suddenly, knelt down on the ground, put my upper body on his kneeling lap, touched my face, and asked me with a weird smile, "I What should I do with you?"

………………

Suddenly, my face hurt, and I woke up from the dream.When he opened his eyes, he saw Kerry sitting in front of him.At some point they had changed shifts, and Al had gone to drive the van.

The pain on the face came from Kerry's slap in the face. He explained with a smile that he just wanted to wake me up. He felt that I seemed to be having a nightmare. He said that I had been talking in my sleep.

I sat up, and my head hurt after waking up due to poor sleep quality. I pinched my eyebrows with my right hand and asked casually, "What did I say?"

"Mom." Kerry replied simply.

I looked up at him with a slightly unbelievable look.

"I mean, you called your mother." Kerry explained, with a gentle smile on his face.But it always seemed to me that he was joking.

"You're lying." I said firmly.

"I didn't." Kerry smiled innocently.

"You lied! Because I didn't dream about that woman at all! This dream has nothing to do with her!" I snarled at him.

"Really?" Kerry didn't change my tone because of any change, he still smiled calmly, "Then what did you dream about?"

"Are you admitting that you lied?" I grabbed him tightly.

"I'm not lying," Kerry smiled helplessly, and raised one palm, interlocking his thumb and little finger, and said seriously, "I swear to God."

A bunch of liars.Nobody here believes in God.Even Rost, I don't think he really believes in God.I prefer to believe that Rost just found an escape in faith in God.

"Tell me, what did you dream about?" Carrie's words now revealed a strong taste of curiosity.This kind of tone reminds me of the women who get together to talk about celebrity gossip or friends cheating. They also have this kind of excited look on their faces.

"I didn't dream anything." I denied it. "You disturbed my sleep."

Carey laughed.It seems to be dismissive of my refusal to disclose anything like self-protection.

But I'm still not going to tell him that this dream is meaningless, and why should I share it with him.

"Little cat, you've become weak." Kerry was very sure, and with a smile, he said exactly the same conclusion as Al.

"Let me guess what happened during this time?" Kerry smiled.

"Shut up!" I stared at him like a fox pretending to be a tiger.

In fact he's the only one here who I can feel a little bit more at ease about.At least his hostility towards me was less obvious.So I unconsciously became less afraid when I spoke to him.Of course, it is undeniable that now that I have become angry from embarrassment is also a very important reason.

"What did Al do to you?" He wasn't frightened by my eyes at all, but began to speculate boldly what happened during the days when Al and I were alone, "He didn't try to kill you Like strangling you, or removing your bones one by one, starting from the fingertips."

Kerry really knows everyone here.Al did almost strangle me, and almost broke my ring finger.

But I don't think it has anything to do with my dreams or my vulnerability.

He seemed to see through me for a moment, and he said, "This has nothing to do with your dream. I'm just curious and surprised that you just returned to our team intact."

intact?

I subconsciously looked at my left arm and left palm.Also I'm missing a pinky finger on my right hand, but luckily the right hand scabs over well, although it's never going to grow back.

I don't know what they count now, if I still count as intact.

Although I understood what he meant when I left with Al until I came back, I didn't have any missing arms or legs during that time.But hearing the word intact still makes me feel ironic.

But he said before that seeing that I was still alive, he didn't know whether he should be happy for me or sad for me.I always felt like it was a bit of a prophecy.It was as if I had escaped a temporary catastrophe, and something more terrifying was waiting for me next.

Kerry shifted the conversation to my left arm as if suddenly changing the subject.He said my left arm seemed to be recovering well because he was so close this time without smelling putrefaction.

I told him I met a doctor who was now an angel.Because he is dead now.

He laughed.And then chatted with me about a lot of other unimportant things.Until Rost, who was driving in front, called him.

Rost also needs to rest.He has also been driving for a long time.Kerry grumbled that he had just come over from the van as he walked toward the driver's seat, then the car stopped and he replaced Rost.

Rostko was not in the mood to chat with me.In fact, I don't really want to chat with people.Talking to people is dangerous, you will always inadvertently reveal things you didn't mean to say, and you don't know it.

I wondered if it was because Kerry knew everyone so well because he always liked to chat with people with a friendly face.

Rost, who was replaced, returned to his bed and began to pray.I found that there were hardly any fixed times for his prayers.

I hope this appearance doesn't make God doubt his piety.Of course, if there is still a god in this world.

I thought so ironically.Then hugged my quilt into a ball.This seems to warm me up a bit.