The plate in my eyes is fish, which is a very normal fish. This is much better than I imagined that all kinds of blood were dripping.

But I still couldn't help but feel a little sour from my stomach. If you fiddle with something very normal in different people's hands, you can experience different feelings. What if you fiddling with it is a pervert?

Just like now, a few fish with broken belly and bloodshot are placed on the plate, with a sticky red layer on it. The fish's unique fishy smell is mixed with a special sour smell. The strange smell is as weird as it is.

The reason I don't suspect that the red sticky layer is blood because the special sour taste comes from the vegetable that everyone is familiar with - tomato.

Now it has been made into tomato sauce and is poured on the fish like this. Even if you like sashimi, it won’t be served with tomato sauce, right?” I really want to be humorous. When I saw Director Mao sitting in front of me pick up a tomato fish with an expressionless face, and then bit off half of the fish with a "click" sound, I suddenly felt that I wanted to vomit.

In fact, there is nothing to eat raw fish, and there is nothing to eat raw fish with blood. Humans are the most tenacious. What I want to vomit for survival is his eating behavior. The red tomato sauce is covered with the face, and even the fish scales and fish bones are chewed expressionlessly by him. The fish mixed with tomato sauce is red and white and stirred in his mouth with the fishy smell. This is an indescribable picture.

However, I can't make me feel a little timid when I vomit, and I will lose my momentum when I timidly. I can only take out a cigarette and light it, use the smell of smoke to dispel a little abnormal smell in the room, and use the smoke to numb myself, pretending to calmly watch him eat.

With another 'click', he bit off the entire fish head, chewed me as if nothing had happened, and sucked a big puff of cigarette, and he also faced him with expressionless face.

The whole scene and atmosphere are like a depressing and crazy horror drama, but I can't turn off the TV and ignore it just because I myself didn't expect that I would be the protagonist of this scene.

Soon, Director Mao finished eating a tomato fish he made, and then licked his fingers with unsatisfactory pleasure. His eyes were full of pupils and greed. He glanced at me and suddenly caught another fish and said to me: "You are much better than my wife. When she saw me eating this, she yelled so much that she was so annoyed. I've been so annoyed for so many years. She relied on her father as the director of a hospital and kept riding on my head as a mighty man. Who did she think she was? The Empress Dowager?"

While talking, he chewed the fish in his hand again, and it still echoed throughout the room with the crisp sound of fish bones being bitten. At this time, I would rather be a cat, at least the cat's food was elegant, unlike him who held a red raw fish and chewed it.

I have no interest in his words. I came here to save Lao Zhou. I didn't listen to him asking about his family's long and short house, although I sympathized with his wife. He said that his wife was still there, so I guess he was abused by him now? Of course, Lao Bei came to deal with the aftermath.

But how could Director Mao care about my thoughts? He continued, "But how could that yellow-faced woman know? I have several little lovers in the hospital, all of whom serve me like serving the old man! As long as I get angry at home, I will vent on those little lovers. She thought I gave all the money to her, hahaha how is it possible? It is not easy for me to make some extra money from the director of the hospital? I won't give her those hahahaha."

Director Mao was so proud that he laughed so much that he was almost out of breath, but I had adapted to him eating fish like this, so I didn't feel much. I was just shocked that this was the "dirty" behind the honest director Mao? Even if Lao Zhou was in the same hospital with him, he didn't know that he had such a side in private.

After laughing, Director Mao's expression became even more proud. His mouth turned out to be quite big. With such an expression, he had a weird smile and his mouth was almost grinning to the ear. How crazy it would be like that, I think this person must be lonely to a certain extent before he would tell me this? Maybe in his eyes, I am already a dead person, so it doesn't matter if the dead person knows anything.

I had finished smoking one of my cigarettes, and I lit another one I didn't want to smell the smell of this room at all. It was a disgusting smell, but Director Mao might not necessarily say that he continued to chew the fish and said to me: "If that's the case, will my life be satisfied? Let me tell you, I'm not satisfied at all because when I get home, I have to serve the yellow-faced woman, not only the yellow-faced woman, but also three dogs. Even the dogs at home are domineering towards me. No matter how much money I have, what's the point of being a little lover?"

I looked at him without saying a word. Is this the representation of the endless desires of human beings? Is this the representation of the infinite magnification of the darkness in a person's heart?

But I don’t want to debate with him about what life is his own choice. If he is not greedy for his father-in-law’s connections, he can be free from this aura. Many of the principles in the world are actually very simple. If he has no desires, he will be tough. If he knows how to satisfy, he will lose complaints. A positive person will deal with anything with a positive attitude and will not blame others. As for negative people, of course, he feels that the whole world owes him. No matter what kind of compensation he gets, he will always see the side he feels at a disadvantage.

In such a life, he may have taken advantage of his rogue attitude, but is he happy?

However, I can't control what attitude others use to live. Just like my master often sighed to me that he can't save people, lives, and hearts, and he will not realize it for a day, but he will not be able to get out of it for a day. What can outsiders do?

I no longer want to listen to such words. I vomited a few smoke rings into the dark red light. When the smoke rings slowly expanded and spread in the air, I looked at Director Mao and asked: "I don't care about your family affairs. Where is Lao Zhou?"

This is the second time I asked this question, but Director Mao looked at me with his strange pupils and still said in that tone: "What are you anxious? The young man is so impatient? I said that you will see Zhou Zheng, and you will definitely see him. You have to listen to me."

I don't mind that he delayed time. I originally wanted to delay time, but I really just wanted to confirm Lao Zhou's safety.

Director Mao smiled and continued, "It's better that God is kind to me. I know I'm not satisfied with such a life, so God gave me a chance to make me an extraordinary person. Hahaha, I realized that I'm so extraordinary? Do you know? Ye Zhengling, Mao Rui, is amazing and unique."

When he said this, he waved his hands, half raised his head, and his eyes were still closed intoxication, as if he was pursuing some faith. I was thinking that at this time, I would have a pistol, at least I could kill this grandson with one shot, but I didn't have a pistol.

And the next moment, I felt that I had a pistol, and I wouldn't do that, just because I felt that something was always peeking at me on Mao Rui, and it was also correct to say that he was peeking at me.

Is it a cat demon? The cat demon is on Mao Rui? This idea has to be said to be very absurd. It is just because, in my understanding, a demon is a demon, and a human is a human. There is a demon in the legend, but I have never heard of the fact that demons and humans can combine. The reason is very simple. Even if a ghost possesses a human, it cannot last for a long time, let alone a demon soul?

You should know that the soul is like a transplanted organ. It cannot possess a ghost or a similar soul for a long time if it is annihilated. Even if the soul is annihilated, it will be the result of death together. How can the demon soul be?

But Mao Rui's condition was too abnormal. I can't describe him. I forgot to smoke the cigarette I was holding at this moment, and I thought it was trance alone.

"Do you really want to know why I am great?" Mao Rui looked at me thinking, suddenly stood up halfway, leaning forward to me, his body was filled with a fishy smell. The red layer of tomato sauce before the teeth that were sticking to tomato sauce was infinitely enlarged in front of my eyes should be tomato sauce?

I subconsciously retreated a little. I really didn't want to get close to him, but he said, "You definitely didn't expect that you are also a self-righteous person? Just like people feed cats and give them something to cook, how do they know if cats like raw fish? Of course, it's a good habit to have both color, fragrance and taste. The color of ketchup is simply better with fish, just because "

I think Mao Rui's thinking is too jumpy. I wonder if he has been self-enclosed for too long? He wants to say anything to me. I don't speak, waiting for his little article. As long as he is willing to say it, I still don't mind delaying time like this.

"Hahaha, just because the blood is so precious. I am still very weak now. It is not so easy to get blood. There are only two kinds of blood I like. It must be fresh and the best." When he spoke, he seemed very excited. He stood up, turned around for a few circles, then took out a glass cup from the messy living room and ran to the table, and suddenly uncovered the covered pot.

I kept holding on, and when I saw clearly what was in the pot, I couldn't help but curse: "I'm X!"
Chapter completed!