Chapter 53 Chapter 7 Burrow Creatures

"I am well aware that my life is now at its peak, but even so there is hardly a moment of total tranquility. I will die in that place under the dark lichen, and in my dreams there is often a greedy nose Keep sniffing around.” (Kafka’s “The Burrow”) My home is in the deepest part of the fourth floor underground, in the gap between steel and concrete.Every night I crawl out of the burrow, follow the shadow of the passage, and rush to the dark supermarket to look for food.Usually only go once a week and stock up on enough food each time.You know I don't need to eat much and spend most of my time in a burrow thinking about life.

April 1.Sunday.Night, 22:19. Halo, why should I keep track of your human time? The burrows are stuffed with food, and I'm building stronger fortifications—rats are my enemy. That restlessness has never been there before.At one point I thought about escaping from the burrow, through the sewer pipes, and finding a new home under another building.But I have spent several years digging this hole with painstaking efforts. Every corner and step, every maze-like entrance and exit contains my painstaking efforts. How can I be willing to abandon my homeland? Sure enough, disaster happened. The situation was not as serious as I imagined. I am most familiar with the structure of the building. No matter the foundation or the load-bearing walls, there is no problem. How could such a solid steel building collapse overnight?

Many people came to the fourth basement floor. Near the exit of my cave, there were piles of human corpses.What happened upstairs? No, I will never leave the burrow. If I leave here, I will be a worthless waste, exposed to humans and cats. I hate humans. There is only one exception.The vagrant who lives on the third basement floor is also the neighbor upstairs and downstairs.He often stared at me blankly and spoke my language—he told me about the girl he had a crush on, and I said don’t waste your time, just like male mice can only mate with female mice, any species can only find itself The same kind, you don't even think about dating someone in your life.For example, a poor guy like me who lives in a hole all day long will never find the opposite sex he loves.

I envy my kind in the wild, they can freely forage for food and choose their loved ones - but they also take great risks, such as wild cats in the country, eagles in the sky, farmer's mousetrap, and those who love to destroy our burrows The little brats live a life of precarity and fear every day. They are not as comfortable as I am now. As long as they guard the entrance of the cave, there is no danger. What?You say I'm a mouse?Don't insult me! Three days later, I saw a new body thrown down, a young man in a suit who had been stabbed all over. This night, when I was sleeping in the burrow, there was a mess and noise above my head.I poked my head out of the hole to have a look - a man was pressing on the girl and covered the girl's eyes with a black cloth.

I'm an adult and know what it means, but there's nothing I can do about it. A few hours later, there were six new bodies in front of my eyes, four of them were bandaged, another girl's chest was covered with blood, and the last young man's chest was almost crushed. Two days later, someone brought in the body of a middle-aged woman who had been stabbed to death with a knife. Soon, a young man came down with a dead girl on his back. The generator on the fourth basement floor stopped running, and there was no need to smell the pungent diesel smell anymore, but the stench of the dead body became more and more intense.I lived in a cave all year round and had to deal with all kinds of rotting corpses constantly, so I gradually became immune to poisonous gas.It's just that the hoarding of food is getting less and less, and I worry that one day I will starve to death.

The next morning—although there was no light, but my biological clock could clearly know each time period on the ground—the body of a young man was placed in front of me. With a straight nose bridge, if you open your eyes, you will surely fascinate many girls. It's a pity that he became a corpse with the wound on the back of his vest - he was stabbed to death from behind. On the same day, I saw a man dragging a corpse and throwing it into the pile of corpses.That dead man stinks, not of rot, but of shit and piss—I don't even want to see how he died. Finally, I saw a man in his fifties, wearing a mask, coming to the pile of corpses alone.

Unexpectedly, he walked directly into the pile of corpses, pushed away the maggot-covered corpses, and got into the center of the pile of corpses. Is he crazy? Finally, curiosity triumphed over conservatism, and I got out of the burrow.I just want to crawl up to this living man, look into his eyes, see what he's thinking.Why do you want to get into the pile of dead people?Is there some ulterior conspiracy?Or are great philosophers meant to experience the afterlife?Wow!You are so awesome, I must come to you and know why you did this. So, I climbed on top of him. The man yelled in panic, remorseful for his actions, so boring!

I climbed up on his face and his eyes couldn't close anymore. he died. Sorry, are you scared to death by me?Oh, do I look so scary?No wonder we're featured in so many country horror tales. I went back to the burrow and continued to suffer from hunger and the stuffy air.I don't know how it is above.Maybe the air will be better, there will be food to eat, and maybe even escape from this dead building.But I don't want to do anything, I don't want to go anywhere, I just want to stay here silently, guarding my most beloved burrow, until death or some greedy nose takes me away.

A swarm of rats came running down—damn it!Are they hungry?I huddled in fear, these horrible guys have enough ways to deal with me.When I was about to block the hole and suffocate myself, a man appeared in front of the pile of corpses. The man was wearing a police uniform, covered in dust from top to bottom, and wearing a thick mask, revealing a pair of stern eyes. There was a smell of the ground on his body, a long-lost smell from the world. However, he watched everything in front of him in horror until he passed out in front of the pile of dead people. I have a dangerous premonition that more people will follow behind him, and those people will carefully clean up everything here, so that I will have nowhere to hide.

No, I must escape, and I can no longer miss this beloved burrow.I don't want to be caught by those guys, to be a specimen they show the public, to satisfy the curiosity of the stupid people on the ground. Before the policeman woke up, I hurried out of the hole.Sure enough, the mall was full of men in red.I found a pipe, climbed to the ninth floor, and hid on the flat roof of the makeshift elevator. hey-hey!You will never see me again! I was free, but instead of escaping from the land of right and wrong, I re-drilled an exquisite burrow around the collapsed flat.I get out every day, and I can see the sky when I look up, and I can observe the people coming and going in and out of the elevator under the cover of grass.They kept bringing out many corpses, each of which was covered with a white cloth, and some were obviously only half or even less.These people worked day and night, and I noticed that their expressions were extremely solemn. It seemed that everyone who had entered the underground had suffered from severe depression.

Finally, I saw the man. The first time I saw him, he was still wearing a thick mask, but as long as he was still wearing a police uniform and his stern eyes remained unchanged, I could recognize him at a glance. His cheeks are covered with beards, and every staff member at the scene respects him very much.When he got into the elevator alone and was about to go deep underground again, I saw the fear in his eyes. What are you afraid of?