Chapter 203 Calculation Error

After Shen Yisui finished speaking, he took all the sausages on the table. This time he looked carefully and arranged them neatly.

He did not tell the number he counted downstairs, but just put a few sausages in his hand on the table, counted them and remained silent.

Cheng Jingyi sat across from Shen Yisui. His two shirt pockets were bulging. He raised his eyelids and asked in the same tone, "What's wrong?"

Shen Yisui said nothing.

He was silent for a moment, then said, "Give me the garbage bag you put the stuff in."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Jingyi pinched the pure black garbage bag thrown aside with his fingers. He deliberately tore a hole in the bottom while taking it, and then put it in Shen Yisui's hand.

"give."

Shen Yisui took the bag and easily felt a tear on the surface of the garbage bag. The hole was not big, and if one or two ham sausages fell out, it would be possible, but there were nearly nine missing on the table.

Cheng Jingyi stared at his every move and asked slowly, "What's wrong?"

"No." Shen Yisui threw the garbage bag aside and said, "The bag was broken, maybe something fell in it."

"Oh." Cheng Jingyi narrowed his eyes, "Did you lose something?"

Shen Yi turned his eyes, which had turned from gray to white, to look at Cheng Jingyi. The other person's face appeared in the light, as if he was really looking at his appearance and expression.

"A few sausages fell off." Shen Yisui said.

Cheng Jingyi smiled. Before he could answer, he heard Shen Yisui continue, "But that doesn't matter. These are enough for us now."

Shen Yisui said as he divided the remaining ham sausages on the table into two halves. He took half and pushed the rest to Cheng Jingyi.

The smile on Cheng Jingyi's lips gradually faded. His knuckles were slender, and the small wounds on them had long since turned into scars.

Cheng Jingyi pinched the skin on his wrist, his eyes flashing across the tiny wounds on his hands: "If I can find the lost food again, should you be more generous to me?"

Shen Yisui paused in his action of packing the bags. Cheng Jingyi's words were normal and reasonable, but Shen Yisui also felt a sense of inexplicable disharmony.

Cheng Jingyi's spirit and IQ have been in an unstable state since he woke up. Sometimes he is stupid, and sometimes he behaves like an ordinary person.

"How magnanimous?" Shen Yi continued speaking along with his words. He paused after he finished speaking, obviously sensing that Cheng Jingyi's fingers had touched the cold surface of the back of his hand.

This scene was similar to some previous scenes. Shen Yisui sat on the sofa and suddenly withdrew his hand.

"If you try to eat my fingers, I'll knock your teeth out."

Cheng Jingyi's palm was empty. He clenched his right hand twice on the table and looked at Shen Yisui with a sharp gaze.

"Don't tie me to the bed." Cheng Jingyi's tone returned to normal. He said in a long tone, "I feel uncomfortable."

Shen Yisui frowned, stroking his wrist with his fingers, and after a long while he spoke, "So what do you want?"

"Don't tie me up anyway." Cheng Jingyi insisted, "I won't eat you."

Shen Yisui narrowed his eyes, and he sat on the sofa thinking for a moment, when his shoe tip accidentally stepped on a plastic bag that had fallen to the side. It was just a slight crackling sound, but it reminded Shen Yisui of something uncertain in his mind.

"Okay, sure." Shen Yisui said, "I won't tie you to the bed, but I'll tie your hands and feet. There's no room for negotiation."

Cheng Jing also nodded and said, "Okay."

Shen Yisui said nothing more. He sorted out the things on the table, and when he stood up, he raised his head and faced the direction of Cheng Jingyi: "Find those sausages. If you can't find them, there's no need to talk anymore."

Cheng Jingyi sneered when he heard this: "I'll go now."

When he walked past Shen Yisui, a gust of cold wind blew up. Shen Yisui remained calm and handed him another garbage bag. The footsteps in the house were clearly audible, from near to far, revealing Cheng Jingyi's walking trajectory.

The voice passed through the living room, crossed the threshold of the front door, and then quickly disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

Shen Yisui listened to the sound fading away and leaned back to a corner of the sofa.

The back of his hand still bore traces of Cheng Jingyi's touch. This kind of action always had a strong hint on him, so much so that every time Shen Yisui encountered such a thing, he would involuntarily think of the past.

At that time, he had just been surrounded by the zombies and should have died soon.

He couldn't see anything, and his supernatural powers were completely useless under the massive attack. The zombies, which had already gone berserk, pounced on him and bit him. Shen Yisui still remembered the chaotic scene, the dry grass cut his ear, and he was dragged for more than ten meters by the zombies biting his thigh.

He might be torn apart by the zombies, his internal organs taken out and then eaten. Or, they might just eat him alive.

Shen Yisui had long lost the ability to struggle. He was lying on the ground that was almost cracking him. As his life slipped away, he suddenly heard a whistle.

The zombies surrounding him were like a powerful enemy. They fled in different directions, leaving Shen Yisui exposed in the open space again.

Shen Yisui originally thought that the person who came to rescue him was someone from the military team. His eyes were full of blood, and he lay on the back of the person who came and kept thanking him.

"Thank you... Thank you..."

He didn't know that was Cheng Jingyi, and he didn't know that he was the new zombie leader and the successor to the Zombie King.

Cheng Jingyi also deliberately didn't say anything. He seemed to be watching Shen Yisui struggle, watching him be confused and helpless, watching him have nowhere to escape, and finally being forced to live with him in a zombie gathering place and reach a desperate situation.

"Shen Yisui, who else can save you in this place except me?" Cheng Jingyi hooked his fingers around Shen Yisui's palm out of habit. He smiled, but the tip of his shoe stepped on Shen Yisui's instep mercilessly under the table. "You can take the initiative and don't make me worry."

Shen Yisui had never been exposed to such things before. He had been following Shen Yu since he was a child and had no idea about the things between men.

Cheng Jing wanted to save him, but in the final analysis, it was just because he was attracted by her beauty.

During the few months they spent together, Cheng Jingyi praised Shen Yisui for his good looks and well-behaved appearance more than once.

He wanted to raise a canary, and Shen Yisui was the bird that caught his eye. He locked him in a cage and played with him, completely ignoring Shen Yisui's wishes.

This is a kind of rescue, but also a kind of imprisonment.

And the beginning of everything was Shen Yisui's well-behaved face.

Shen Yisui sat on the edge of the sofa. He touched his face with his fingers and vaguely felt the pain beneath the surface of his skin.

He sneered for no apparent reason and closed his eyes.

There were a few rustling sounds outside the door. Shen Yisui's fingertips moved slightly when he heard the sound, and he subconsciously asked, "You're back so soon?"

The person standing at the door did not answer. As soon as Shen Yisui opened his mouth, the sounds stopped abruptly, even the breathing stopped, as if it had never appeared in the air.

Shen Yisui vaguely sensed the cigarette ashes floating in from outside, mixed in the air, mixed with an indescribable smell of blood.

Shen Yisui's eyes trembled, and he held the glass on the table, which still contained the toilet sewage that he had poured in before.

"...Cheng Jingyi?"

No one answered his voice. Shen Yisui frowned and exerted force on his palms. The sewage in the glass quickly cooled and froze, slowly turning into an attacking shape.

There was a silence in the air. The people in the room were in a stalemate and no one spoke.

"eat."

Ten seconds later, heavy footsteps were heard again at the stairwell. Cheng Jingyi muttered something to himself, and then the bell hanging on the door rang. He strode over the threshold and walked towards Shen Yisui.

When the person approached, Shen Yisui smelled a faint scent of smoke, which was the same as the one that lingered on Cheng Jingyi before, and there was no change.

Shen Yisui held the water cup tightly and didn't let go: "Where did you go just now?"

After Cheng Jingyi came back, he sat cross-legged again opposite Shen Yisui. Hearing this, he looked at Shen Yisui and said, "Let me go find the intestines."

When he opened his mouth to speak, Shen Yisui smelled that fishy smell again for no reason.

He frowned and said to Cheng Jingyi, "Come here."

Cheng Jingyi was a little confused, but he was still obedient at this time. He walked to Shen Yisui and squatted down.

Shen Yisui touched Cheng Jingyi's chin with his palm. It was still dry, without any saliva or moisture. Cheng Jingyi felt his fingers touching his lips. He rolled his eyes slightly and without any hesitation, he deliberately opened his lips a little.

Shen Yisui did press his lips. He inserted his fingers and carefully touched Cheng Jingyi's lower teeth with his fingertips.

Cheng Jingyi narrowed his eyes slightly, his teeth itched, and he looked directly at Shen Yisui, pressing the tip of his tongue against his upper palate.

Shen Yisui moved closer and smelled the inside of Cheng Jingyi's mouth. It was normal, with no strange smell.

"There may be zombie bodies outside. The meat is rotten, don't eat it." Shen Yisui pulled his hand back, "Did you find the things?"

Cheng Jingyi rubbed his chin which felt a little sore. Although Shen Yisui looked thin, he was quite strong. He had used so much force just now that his teeth were forced to open wide and it even hurt.

"Found it, there are only six." Cheng Jingyi took out a few sausages from his jacket pocket and put them on the table. He imitated Shen Yisui's previous behavior and said, "Let's split it in half, three for you and three for me."

As he spoke, he picked out the flavor he liked and put it back into his pocket.

Shen Yisui remained silent. He had calculated the time when Cheng Jingyi left. They were on the third floor, and it would take at least one or two minutes for Cheng Jingyi to go out and come back, not to mention that he had to go back to the original supermarket to find food.

But he was back in less than a minute.

He also brought back six intestines.

Shen Yisui knew what he had done without even thinking about it.

Find a corner, eat three sticks of ham to fill your stomach, and then bring the rest back to claim the reward.

No one is as smart as him.

Shen Yisui pinched the surface packaging of the ham sausage and didn't argue with him any more.

Cheng Jingyi was not thin, so he usually had to eat a lot to replenish his energy. If he wanted to repair the gunshot wound on his body, he would need even more food.

Moreover, at least he did not look for dead bodies to eat when he went out alone this time, which was considered progress in Shen Yisui's opinion.

"Cheng Jingyi, was there anyone in the room just now? I seemed to hear some noise." Shen Yisui approached Cheng Jingyi again. He lowered his head and sniffed at Cheng Jingyi's collar. He faintly smelled the bloody smell that was mixed in the air before.

Cheng Jingyi glanced at his leather shoes. He had stepped on something dirty when he went out, and there was also a strange smell mixed in.

He knew that Shen Yisui had a keen sense of smell, so he said after a moment of silence, "No, I just came back and didn't see anyone else."

Shen Yisui was a little doubtful. He pinched Cheng Jingyi's collar between his fingers and slowly stroked the high-quality fabric on it.

"But I just went downstairs and saw several other zombies." Cheng Jingyi said, "They are all dead. I didn't eat them."

Shen Yisui paused and asked, "Dead?"

Cheng Jingyi hummed vaguely.

He was just going to go downstairs to go through the motions and tear off two pieces of ham to eat secretly. But when he caught a glimpse of the zombies, Cheng Jingyi felt sorry for them and prepared to go up and take out the crystal cores in their brains.

There isn't much energy in the crystal core of a low-level zombie, but in this situation, it's better to have more food.

But the crystal cores in the zombies' brains had already been dug out. Cheng Jingyi went over there to observe the situation, but he found nothing and instead came back smelling blood.

He secretly glanced at Shen Yisui and saw Shen Yisui asked in an unclear tone: "How did they die?"

"I don't know." Cheng Jingyi shook his head, "I didn't eat them."

Shen Yisui: "..."

He understood the implication of Cheng Jingyi's words, and after a moment of silence, he deliberately asked, "Why didn't you eat them?"

“They stink.”

"..." Shen Yisui felt a little amused, "Then why do you want to eat me? My body is like this now, and it will rot and stink even more in the future."

“It doesn’t stink now.”

After Cheng Jingyi finished speaking, she began to bite the corner of Shen Yisui's clothes with her teeth. He had been beaten several times before, and he no longer easily bit Shen Yisui's flesh, but chose to bite the fabric on his body as the next best option.

"fragrant."

Shen Yisui: "..."

He was thoughtful after hearing this.

Cheng Jingyi's zombie has not yet completely turned into a zombie. He still has half of his human consciousness and senses in him. Although he does not like to eat rotten meat, he is willing to eat raw meat.

Shen Yisui pulled his sleeves back. Two of the buttons on his sleeves had been bitten off by Cheng Jingyi. He didn't care at all and just pulled the buttons off and threw them aside.

"I only have this one shirt. If it gets damaged, I'll wear yours." Shen Yisui said as he stood up. "Where are you eating?"

Cheng Jingyi licked his teeth, stuffed all the food piled in front of him into a plastic bag, and carried it back to the small room where he had lived before.

Shen Yisui followed behind him and suddenly felt Cheng Jingyi stop.

"Mine." A warning sound rose in Cheng Jingyi's throat.

Shen Yisui did not move, feeling that Cheng Jingyi's food protection behavior was too bad: "Does this road only lead to your room? I can't go?"

Cheng Jingyi didn't answer. He held the garbage bag in his hand, stood in the door frame and stared at Shen Yisui.