Chapter 4

15 hours later (6 pm)

My painkillers and fatigue all night put me to sleep, and when I heard the news introduction on a TV channel, I woke up again. I pushed myself up, sat up straight, and my eyes were absorbed in the TV again.

As always, there was no news of the man, and no matter how it changed, there was no news of it until I realized that the situation I was facing was strange, and perhaps he would not die. Maybe when I'm there, I'll stop breathing, then I'll come back to breathe, and then I'll walk home with no expression.

But I only think about myself. How can I stop breathing and then resume breathing? If so, it would be fantastic!

Or I should have seen the body there with my own eyes,

... . Crazy. What should I do if I find a body in the same place? There is no way to hide the body, but it will make you more suspicious. Stay at home and watch the news. This is the best choice.

When I saw it was time to eat, I comforted myself and went into the kitchen again. As a matter of fact, I am not one to eat on time, but I want to take myself to have something to eat, because I haven't had anything fall into my stomach all day today. Except for painkillers and water.

I stared at the ingredients in the refrigerator for a while, and wanted something to eat, because there was no frozen food left now. I usually cook by myself. But most of them are lazy, so they prefer to buy frozen food boxes and put them aside, which is convenient and quick and suitable for people like me who don't like clutter.

When I was picking out ingredients and trying to cook something, my eyes suddenly hit a big fresh yellow lemon, my mouth was much more saliva than usual, and surprisingly, a strange sentence came to my mind.

Be articulate. . .

I don't know if this is a side effect of stress, but I don't mind finding out, just reaching for the lemon, slicing it, sprinkling a little salt, and stuffing it into my mouth.

It didn't give me a bit of satiety, but it did ease the rest of my nausea. Before long, the lemon was sucked dry by me. I looked at the plate with only a slice of lemon left, motionless. I don't know when I took them all away, but I know it's not enough, and I want to eat some more. . . I'd like some more.

I stuffed the last slice of lemon sour juice into my mouth, then put on my clothes and went to the nearby supermarket.

20 hours after escape (10 pm)

When I returned to my room with more than ten lemons, I fell asleep again. I don't know why I'm more tired than usual today, even if I'm not sleeping or drunk, I can't sleep for ten hours. I'm back.

This must be because my body is under too much pressure.

I lifted up and reached for the remote control next to the lemon plate, leaving only a shell. I turned on the TV and watched the news for another hour, but the result was the same. . . No news, no conversation, nothing.

Maybe we haven't found the body yet. . .

I breathed a sigh of relief, at least I was still alive, because the handsome boy's murder was suspected all night.

I turned off the TV, stood up, prepared to wash my face and go to bed, and woke up tomorrow, but when I got up, I suddenly felt dizzy, and I had to sit on the sofa again. At this rhythm, I noticed that my body had changed. The abdomen under the T-shirt protruded, so I opened my eyes wide and peeled the T-shirt quickly. I feel heavier when I see my abdomen flat and full of six muscles. Now, it becomes a pack a day, just like the belly of a pregnant person, without birthmarks, and the navel will burst. I'm a belly button dancer.

I quickly pinned down my dizziness, held my breath, ran to the bathroom, took off my clothes, looked in the mirror, looked left and right, and looked awake.

"Ah... what?" I groaned in disbelief.

This is the belly of a pregnant person! What happened to me! Or because I ate lemon. Or you'll get sick. Constipation, ascites, cancer,

What the hell!

I almost cried when I saw that I didn't look good. God played a big joke on me, only to see the face of a dead man, a suspect who feared he would be murdered. Isn't that enough? Why do you want to make things more complicated?

"Well, Gwent, it's just the flatulence... it's just that the flatulence will go away."

I took a deep breath, comforted myself, took off my pants with rapt attention, sat on the toilet, and waited unhurriedly for half an hour. Nothing slipped out of the back door, even comforted myself little by little from my mouth. At first, I said it was just flatulence. Now I don't think it's my own.

My stomach is so big, it's not flatulence. There must be something more serious than this. Only one person can save me, that is, the doctor!

I took myself out of the bathroom and dressed in the bedroom. Just as I was about to put on my clothes, a pain suddenly poured out of my stomach, and I had to lean and hold my stomach with my hand up.

"What the fuck is it?" I swear, try to get dressed again, but when the pain gets worse and worse, I can no longer stand up.

What you can know now is. . .

I slumped to the ground and crept cautiously into bed, and as I lay on my bed, I rummaged through my cell phone to call an ambulance to pick me up because I couldn't get to the hospital by myself. I just realized that I put my mobile phone in front of the TV in the living room.