"Why haven't they delivered food yet, what's going on?"
As night fell, Peng Zhi, starved, was completely drained, feeling a series of stomach pains.
He glanced at the time, it was already past ten at night, and the meals that were usually served every noon had disappeared without a trace.
Hunger made Peng Zhi somewhat irritable and also filled him with bad premonitions.
He wanted to stand up and go outside to check, but when he looked at the bedroom door and thought about the recent changes, he suddenly didn't have the courage to step out.
Peng Zhi suddenly thought of something; he clenched his fist, vague thoughts flitting through his mind.
He felt his body becoming increasingly weak, having eaten so little for several days in a row, he was always hungry, and later, he had only one meal a day. He had almost no strength left, and he felt lightheaded when he walked to the bathroom.
Especially today, he hadn't eaten a meal all day, and felt even weaker.
If...
