Of course, only those who really eat food will care about these things, and for those who eat real meat less than a few times on weekdays, such food is already a delicious food.
Leighton’s chosen target is an old man who sits on scaffolding. The old man looks like he is in his sixties and seventies. His hair and teeth are almost gone, and his body is as thin as a skeleton. Of course, it may be that he is suffering from illness that makes him look so old. But whether he is really in his sixties or seventies, he can be regarded as one of the oldest adults in this residential area.
Ivan, a doctor, first noted the other person’s illness. There were a lot of festering and purulent ringworm on his arms and back of his neck, but his symptoms seemed to stop at the surface of his skin. I think it was only mild radiation sickness, otherwise he would not have lived to this age.
"Hair and teeth fall off; Severe malnutrition; There is obvious jaundice on the face and chest and abdomen, and the liver function is suspected to be seriously damaged; Skin ulceration on the back of the neck and the lateral side of the arm is seriously suspected to be in the middle stage of skin cancer … "
When Ivan analyzed the man’s illness, Leighton had squatted in front of him with a can.
The reason why he chose this goal is also very simple. An adult like this old man will definitely not live short, and he will definitely know more things. This guy is so weak that he can’t even walk. He can sit on the scaffolding and sit down. Even if he wants to be lightning-proof, he can’t move his body at all.
"Hey, old man, can you hear me?" Leighton picked up the canned food and waved it in front of the old man.
The other party’s turbid eyes slowly turned and finally locked the consciousness of the throat of canned noodles in Leighton’s hand and made a swallowing movement.
"I want to ask you something," Leighton continued.
The other party looked at the canned food and didn’t respond.
"If you are sure to answer my question, do you see this canned food? This will be for you. "Leighton gathered the canned food a little more.
"… Give it to me." The old man finally said. He reached out with some difficulty and grabbed the canned food Leighton handed me.
Just tearing the aluminum pop-top lid of the can almost did his best. Then, regardless of the risk of being cut by the sharp edge of the can, he fished out the frozen grease and beef tenderloin in the soup with his fingers and stuffed it into his mouth quickly.
He can’t chew these synthetic meats without teeth. He can squeeze these foods with bare gums, mash them as much as possible and swallow the whole meat like a swallow.
Even Ivan, who looked on coldly from behind, couldn’t help worrying whether this way of eating would choke people alive-according to nursing requirements, patients like this can really give liquid food in specific nutritional ratio and sanitary conditions, which is even more strict.
However, this place in the sick village has become an extravagant hope, and no one cares about these things.
"Hey, old man, don’t be too busy eating. You should answer my question." Leighton knocked on the floor beside the old man with some dissatisfaction. "What’s the meaning of that broadcast just now?"
The old man swallowed his mouth vigorously and then wrapped up a dirty rag with less than half a can left. It was not until he finished all this that he looked up and looked at Leighton with some dull eyes.
He stared at Leighton for more than ten seconds before pointing to the cloth wrapped in cans and saying, "One is not enough …"
"grass! Greedy, right? " Leighton fumed slightly, but at the thought of Ivan telling him, he tried his best to suppress his anger and asked, "How many fucking cans do you want to answer my question?"
"Two … give me two more … I … I’ll tell you" The old man held out two skinny fingers and said intermittently.
It seems that his lungs and trachea have also changed. Just saying these words, his chest heaved violently, as if he would die at any time.
"The last two, if you dare to fool me again, I’ll put my hand in your throat and dig out what you old bastard just ate!" Leighton said savagely and pulled out two cans from his backpack and threw them to the old man.
The old man first looked around warily when he caught the can, and then carefully hid the can behind him. Only then did Leighton say, "Just now … that was … the Oracle."
"Oracle? What does the Oracle mean? "
"They … want to choose … soldiers … and … offerings."
Chapter three hundred and sixty-seven Esophageal perforation
"Soldiers? Sacrifice? What does this mean? "
Leighton wanted to ask a few more questions, but the old man suddenly grabbed his throat with his hands in pain as if he were dying-his bust stretched into a strange bow, and the whole person trembled and twitched, and his legs kept kicking and rubbing back and forth with his feet on the ground.
"hello? What’s wrong with you? " Leighton one leng hurriedly turned to Ivan "doctor what’s the matter with him? Is it really choking? "
"Let me see." Ivan walked quickly to the old man’s face and held his cheeks on both sides to force him to open his mouth.
Pointing the helmet searchlight at the old man’s throat, Ivan took a look and concluded that "more serious than choking is esophageal perforation"
"What? Esophageal perforation? "