Quick Wear: I, who played the supporting actor, got stuck with the protagonist

Chapter 363: That Morbid and Paranoid Game Development Character (2)

The dilapidated room was empty. The moonlight shone through the rusty iron window onto a figure lying on a cardboard bed. The boy, who was about six or seven years old, was covered in scars, and his delicate, pale face was bloodless.

He was dying.

Mo You thought so.

The rotten smell in the air squeezed into his nostrils, it was extremely unpleasant, but he still breathed with all his strength.

No breathing means death.

He doesn't want to die.

He wants to live.

While he was dazed, he heard a rustling sound. The hand leaning against the inside moved, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he felt a cold and sharp object.

The visitor was probably going to be disappointed, because he had no food, his father never cared about his life or death, and he lived in the house next door with the son brought by his stepmother.

Maybe one day, he will suddenly remember me, and after opening the door, he will find that his body has already rotted and stinks. Maybe he will even cover his nose and curse at me, thinking that he is polluting the air.

The expected footsteps did not come, but instead there was the crisp sound of some kind of plastic packaging getting closer and closer. Mo You opened his eyes with difficulty and forgot to breathe for a moment.

People become speechless when they see something incredible.

The shadow extending from the darkness formed a claw as thin as a branch, as big as Mo You's head, and the sharp fingertips were pinching a piece of exquisitely wrapped bread.

Approaching him little by little...

The fluffy, cream-colored bread doesn't fit in here. Mo You seems to be able to smell the sweet aroma through the packaging bag. It must be delicious.

But despite his saliva, he didn't dare to get any closer. Instead, he took his last breath and supported his aching body to retreat. The wound was torn and cracked by the movement, but he didn't care about that.

Mo You was not afraid of people who would steal his things, because he was used to it. Living in the outer city area, he had to sleep with his weapon in his arms, and he couldn't even sleep too deeply, otherwise he would never wake up again.

He had only heard of fluffy and soft bread from other people, and it was food that only people in the central area could eat.

He saw it now.

But he didn't dare to move.

A pitch-black monster without facial features half popped its head out from the ground. When it approached with bread in its hand, Mo You miraculously sensed its cautiousness.

He clenched the dagger in his hand and began to doubt whether he could kill the monster.

What is the monster's purpose?

He is already dying and has no value at all.

He stared at the monster's movements, trying to make a final resistance before being eaten, but he hesitated until the monster took out a bottle of water from somewhere.

The soft bread and clean water were placed right in front of him. The monster withdrew his hand and Mo You looked into the pitch-black darkness.

He knew that the monster definitely had not left and was probably observing him in some corner.

what is this?

When she lowered her eyes, her plum-red eyes showed a maturity that did not match her age.

His stomach was burning, and he was so hungry that he started to regurgitate acid, while the food was right where he could reach it.

Mo You's thoughts diverged. Maybe the monster thought he was too thin and wanted to wait until he finished eating before swallowing him. Or maybe there were drugs in the bread and water, and the monster wanted to see his painful and struggling expression after he ate them.

Have fun with this.

Time passed by little by little, Mo You did not move, and the monster did not appear again.

I do not know how long it has been.

Mo You pursed his lips, stretched out his thin hand, quickly grabbed the bread when he touched it, held it in his arms, and then observed the movements around him.

It's like a kitten that is very alert and lacks a sense of security.

very quiet.

The monster didn't appear.

It seems to be the second one.

The food is poisonous.

Mo You really couldn't understand what was so special about him that attracted the attention of a monster.

He didn't cry or make a fuss, and was calm, not like a child.

Mo You was extremely weak and knew that he couldn't hold on any longer. He was beaten up when he was fighting with others during the day. He had no money to buy medicine or bandages, so he would not survive the night.

His father wouldn't care about him.

Suddenly, he tore open the bag, stuffed the incredibly soft bread into his mouth, and gobbled it up. The sweetness he had never tasted before instantly filled his mouth, and he didn't even chew it a few times.

"Cough cough..."

He ate too fast and choked a little. Mo You seemed to have given it all, so he unscrewed the bottle cap and drank the water.

It was just a gamble with his dying life. He had nothing left to give. At the last moment of his life, he could eat sweet food without any regrets.

One second, two seconds...

His heartbeat gradually became stronger, and the blood circulation it stimulated gave his face a hint of redness.

Mo You clenched his hands and suddenly realized that not only did he have the strength to sit up, but his injuries had also healed a lot and were not as painful anymore. He looked at the wound exposed by the ill-fitting sleeve and saw that it was slowly healing visibly.

Is all the food in the central area so amazing?

This sentence popped into his mind. He picked up the bread crumbs from the bag and put them in his mouth, then licked them clean. Then he sat quietly on the cardboard bed, holding the water bottle and waited for a long time.

No poison attack.

The monster...is a good monster.

People in the outer city would fight for a piece of biscuit, but the monster gave him such precious bread and water. The monster is better than humans.

Monsters are good monsters.

Mo You, who has his own ideas about good and evil, thought so.

As a child, he did not have as many complicated thoughts as adults, nor did he think about how much benefit he could gain from the monster.

Mo You only knew that on this deserted night, a black monster gave him life-saving food and dragged him from hell to the muddy world.

It's always good to be alive.

The hoarse, dry voice was like a gear that had not been running for a long time, weak and uneasy.

"……Thanks."

no respond.

It was hard to tell whether he was feeling lost or relieved. Mo You lay on his side, curled up, holding the water bottle and the shriveled bread bag tightly in his arms, pressing them under his body, covering them tightly.

His eyes were fixed on the darkness not far away, in a daze.

[Feeding successful, the cub accepted your gift with a fearless attitude, satiety +10, health +5]

Bai Yichen also breathed a sigh of relief and removed his finger from the force-feeding button. Although "forced" was not a nice word, he had already recharged the money and he couldn't just watch the kittens starve to death.

Fortunately, at the last second before the finger fell, the black kitten stepped forward cautiously, finished the bread in one gulp, drank a few sips of water, then stretched out its little paws, held the water bottle in its arms, licked its mouth with its little pink tongue, and lay there motionless.

The beautiful plum-red eyes blinked twice and then meowed softly.

huh~

An invisible arrow pierced Bai Yichen's heart. He covered his chest with his hands, staring at the kitten on the screen, whose red wound had disappeared and whose spirit had returned because of the increase in health and satiety.

"Yes, it's a little cute..."

For some unknown reason, he clicked on the kitten's head on the screen, and a prompt box popped up.

【Interactive function unlocked. 】