Chapter 454 Blood Clot

Chapter 454 Blood Clot

When I was watching TV, sticky rice was quite effective against zombies.

So was the thing that almost killed me just now a zombie?

I couldn't be completely sure, but a zombie shouldn't be left with only bones and a thin layer of human skin.

And that thing was wrapped in human skin, all of which were foul-smelling liquid.

I moved my neck and felt that the wound on my neck had healed a lot.

I wanted to speak, and at this moment, the man in a suit handed me a cup of water for soaking sticky rice.

The water felt a little turbid, and I actually wanted to ask if the sticky rice had been washed.

But since they had handed it to me, if I asked again, I always felt like I was asking for trouble.

I drank a whole cup of sticky rice water in one breath, and I burped involuntarily.

After drinking just this cup of water, I felt a little nauseous.

I didn't even have time to go to the bathroom, and I vomited a mouthful of something.

I thought what I vomited out would be a mixture of water and stomach acid.

But I didn't expect that what I vomited out was actually a black blood clot.

The smell of this blood clot is exactly the same as that of the liquid, both of which are fishy.

And I feel that this thing is not coming up from the stomach, but directly coming out of the throat.

I just wanted to speak and ask what's going on?

I found that I couldn't control myself and vomited blood clots one after another.

These black blood clots were not broken after being vomited on the ground.

They just stood straight on the ground.

I vomited about ten or twenty pieces before I stopped.

After taking a breath, the man in the suit handed me another cup of glutinous rice water.

I didn't dare to drink it this time. I vomited so much blood, I wondered if I would die from excessive blood loss.

There was no way, even if I was worried about vomiting blood and dying, but seeing the attitude of the man in the suit, I could only bite the bullet and drink it into my stomach.

But after drinking this glass of water, I really didn't vomit blood.

This surprised me.

I rubbed my neck, and I couldn't touch my skin at all through the thick glutinous rice paste.

After trying to say something, I found that there seemed to be nothing wrong with my throat.

"That thing didn't want to strangle you at all, but it just didn't want to infect you with corpse poison."

Corpse poison is the corpse poison I understand, the corpse of the corpse?

I was more than a little confused at this moment.

I thought it should be like this.

Otherwise, the man in the suit wouldn't use glutinous rice to remove the corpse poison for me.

Fortunately, the man in the suit was here, and this thing didn't take my life.

I was scared at this moment, this thing must have been brought by Jinsuocheng.

No one else would do such a thing except him.

Why didn't he come here in person now, should I take the initiative to go to the bus company to find him?

He couldn't disappear for such a long time for no reason, there must be a Jinsuocheng in the bus company.

I just don't know if it's a ghost or something else.

"I want to go to the bus company to meet Jinsuocheng, and I want to know what the Jinsuocheng in the bus company is, and where is the real Jinsuocheng now?"

I suddenly said this, and the man in the suit showed some disbelief on his face, and then shook his head firmly.

I understand what he meant. He didn't agree with me going to the bus company.

In fact, I was a little hesitant. Was it too frivolous to say that I would go to meet Jinsuocheng?

Not going was the best choice for me, because going there rashly would not solve the problem.

In addition, the suit man disagreed, so I could only reluctantly give up this idea.

But I still wanted to go to the bus company in the end.

I don't know if there are people around me who can read minds.

As I was thinking this, the phone on the other end came in.

It was an unfamiliar number, but it looked like a landline.

I picked up the phone and heard Jinsuocheng's voice coming from the other end.

"Su Ren, you didn't work for a few days last month and the month before last. Come to the company and check your salary. You haven't been paid for two consecutive months, and you didn't take the initiative to come to the bus company to ask about the situation."

I just remembered that I hadn't been paid for several months.

I had to go there. After all, I can do anything, but I can't be short of money.

If anyone asks me for money, I will get angry with him. I am a poor man, and the thing I care most about is money.

When I received the call, the man in the suit was sitting next to me.

I saw his face from the corner of my eye, and it was visibly ugly.

I knew he was very upset, and I was a tongue-tied person, so I didn't know what to say.

As soon as I hung up the phone, the man in the suit patted my shoulder and motioned me to look at him.

"You can't go to the bus company. If I guessed correctly, the two people who came last night must have left something in the house to monitor our conversation. If you don't want to die, try not to go there. If you go there now, it's obvious that you are going to die."

After he said that, I understood the seriousness of the matter.

There are not so many coincidences in the world. I just wanted to go to the bus company, but was rejected by the man in the suit.

The bus company called me and asked me to check my salary.

He hasn't paid me my salary for the past two months, probably just to have a reason to let me go to the bus company.

I went to the bus company, and I didn't know what kind of demons and monsters were waiting for me there.

Maybe there would be a sea of ​​fire and swords.

I comforted myself that there shouldn't be any accidents in broad daylight.

But then I thought about it again, thinking of the thing that rushed into the house just now and almost killed me, but it was not afraid of the sun at all.

So it's not completely safe during the day. Who knows if there will be any accidents?

If there is an accident, I can't resist. I didn't know much to begin with, and now I'm seriously injured.

I was a little overwhelmed, and I really wanted to say righteously that I wouldn't go.

But when I thought that if I didn't go to the bus company, I would lose my salary.

Is it money or life?

I thought I would have both money and life, but obviously this is impossible. In fact, it should be life over money.

I looked at the man in the suit helplessly, waiting for him to say the next sentence.

I had just promised the person who called me that I would go over to take a look later.

If I didn't go, he would definitely call me again.

"There should be something in the room that can monitor our conversation. Then, shouldn't they be able to hear clearly what we are talking about now?"

I asked the man in the suit in confusion. He shouldn't make such a low-level mistake.

He shook his head at me and then took out a piece of yellow paper from his pocket.