Chapter 532: Crazy Ji Xinghan. Is this considered a knife? Brother Ji is happy now.

The air in the warehouse was filled with the smell of mildew and decay.

Ji Xinghan, who was as thin as a zombie, was wrapped in a thick coat whose original color could no longer be seen, and curled up in the angle formed by the shelf and the wall.

His clothes were covered in dried blood, some of which had oxidized to a dark brown, while others still retained a glaring bright red.

His eyes were fixed on a certain spot in the void ahead, his eyes were bloodshot and his pupils were dilated.

His fingers mechanically took out piece after piece of compressed biscuits from the biscuit bag and stuffed them into his mouth. Crumbs kept falling on his clothes, but he was completely unaware. He just chewed and swallowed frantically, as if this could fill the growing void in his stomach or in his heart.

The warehouse was quiet, with only the sounds of his breathing and chewing.

Suddenly, he stopped, turned around, and said in a hoarse voice that was not human, "Brother, how long do you think these will last us?"

No one answered.

In the corner, a decaying corpse lay quietly on a tarpaulin.

The skin of the corpse was an unnatural bluish-gray color, its eyelids were half-closed, and there was a deep wound on the neck that was visible to the bone. The edges had turned white and were no longer bleeding.

The blood dried into a dark lake on the concrete floor, emitting a faint smell of rust.

Ji Xinghan suddenly stopped chewing. He slowly turned his head and stared at the corpse in the corner with his eyes fixed. His Adam's apple rolled up and down as he swallowed the food in his mouth that had turned into a paste.

"You definitely want me to live, right?" He murmured to himself, his voice so soft that it was almost inaudible. "You love me so much, you must be willing to die for me..."

He lowered his head, his fingers unconsciously gripping the biscuit bag, the plastic rustling harshly. His stomach suddenly spasmed, and he doubled over, retching.

My heart felt like it was being gnawed by something bit by bit.

Memories came flooding back.

He remembered how he had raised the rusty dagger while his brother looked at the supplies with his back to him.

He remembered the strange feeling of resistance when the blade cut through his brother's neck, and the incredible sadness in his eyes when he looked back at him.

And the feeling of the warm blood of his own brother splashing on his face.

"Brother..." he shouted again, with a hint of trembling in his voice.

Ji Xinghan suddenly stood up, his movements so violent that his vision went black. He stumbled to his brother's side, stroking his face with trembling fingers.

It felt cold and sticky to the touch, and the smell of decay penetrated my nostrils, just like the corpses outside.

"Brother," his voice trembled violently, "wake up, I won't eat alone anymore, how about we each have half?"

The corpse did not respond to him.

Ji Xinghan suddenly broke down, tears falling on his brother's stiff body.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." He apologized over and over again, "I'm just too hungry, I'm really too hungry..."

His fingers dug deep into his brother's stiff arm, as if this could breathe life back into this cold body. The stench of decay grew stronger, but he seemed to feel nothing, simply holding him tightly.

He seemed to suddenly remember his brother's kindness and how important his brother was to him.

He remembered that when he had a high fever, his elder brother placed his warm palm on his forehead and put a cool wet cloth on his burning forehead.

His brother would save his last sip of water and food for him, telling him that he was not hungry.

"Brother, please say something..." Ji Xinghan's voice became more and more choked, and he began to cry bitterly, "I was wrong, I was wrong... Please don't die..."

His heart-wrenching cries echoed in the warehouse.