The thick dark curtains cover the window tightly. Even at noon, no light could not penetrate, which made the whole bedroom extremely dark. Only the gap of less than one centimeter under the door brought in the light borrowed from the living room, so that the room could not reach out.
The bread and sandwiches on the dinner plate have been emptied, and only the scattered crumbs are placed at the bottom of the plate and the peach peels on the next plate are put together into a pair of lonely companions.
There is not much water left in the water dispenser. On the contrary, the excrement in the sand basin has accumulated to the point where it needs to be disposed of after a night.
At this time, the guy squatting in the middle of a pile of black bird hair finally showed anxiety and irritability, and began to doubt whether the human who was serving him to feed had run away.
Until last night, this was still a clean and tidy bedroom. The owner of the apartment obviously paid some attention to cleaning and hygiene. Even if the person who used to live in this bedroom is no longer here, he usually cleans the house in an orderly manner.
The desk, which has not been used for nearly half a year, was wiped spotless, and the notes on the wall were cracked and rolled up and the corners were also repaired with transparent glue.
The small bookcase in the corner is stacked with several pharmacological textbooks, and the clothes in the wardrobe are also regularly taken care of. The single bed is covered with clean bedding and pillowcases as usual, but the quilt is not folded, and it still retains the appearance after getting up that day.
However, in addition to the untidy dinner plates and sand basins, the floor is also in an unprecedented mess.
The scattered feathers spread from the corner of the water dispenser to the vicinity of the sand basin on the other side of the bedroom. There were also a number of feathers falling on the bed. The rest of the feathers were mostly concentrated on the floor in the middle of the bedroom, surrounded by the feet of the guy.
This is the feather of a bird of the genus Raven. In terms of shape, it should be a feather on the wings. Their colors are mostly dark and deep, but there are also some grayish-white, all of which have just fallen.
The guy squatting in the pile of feathers was arching his back and hooking his head, as if mourning for these deceased feathers, and then slowly stood up.
Perhaps it thought it could not rely too much on the unreliable human, and wanted to try to forage by itself before the water in the water dispenser was completely drunk, so it chose to step out of the feather pile.
It is wearing a vest and shorts that are obviously not suitable, and the larger size clothes are put on the thin body to make it look more thin. Even so, this is still the body of an adult man, and strangely enough, there is a crow's head on the human trunk.
The abrupt bird's head has a pointed beak, and the small blue-gray eyes turn slightly. The black feathers on the top of the head grow down and cover the thin white neck on the back. In fact, it should be said that this head has not fully transformed into an adult shape, making it a monster with a crow's head.
The feathers at the feet floated away with its movement, and some small feathers flew into the air and stuck to its shorts and vest, or inadvertently drilled into the oversized neckline. It didn't care. It only focused on the floor under its feet and walked in the direction of the door.
Its steps were still unstable, and its arms were slightly open to maintain its balance, like a child who had just learned to walk. It walked carefully and tried to explore the translation on the floor with bare soles of its bare feet, so that it took half an hour for a short distance.
However, it is a great progress not to fall. It can't help complaining and cursing that human legs are not as good as their original wings.
The door is tightly closed, but not locked. It is a doorknob that adults can easily turn, but at this time, it is a great challenge for a crow that has just had human hands.
It stood in front of the door, tilting its head slightly, as if thinking about how to use the golden iron doorknob in front of it, and then stretched out its arm to look in front of it.
The place that was originally wings turned into two lotus root-like meat sticks. There were five thin claws at the end of the stick, and there were a few tenacious fluff hanging on the pale and tearable flesh.
It moved its hand and tried to shake the doorknob like the human usually opened the door with ten uneven claws.
This is obviously not an easy task for a crow that has just turned into arms and palms. It obviously can't control these hands well, just like it can't control its newly formed legs at the beginning. The twisted and funny body movements are like a crazy variant crow going crazy at a wooden door.
At first, it was a little patient and carefully studied it. Until several hours passed, the door was still motionless. The frustration made it gradually impatient and began to violently attack the obstacle that did not know how to lift, and even shovel it with its mouth.
Fortunately, the tenacious broken door was finally opened before it was completely broken.
However, as soon as it walked out of the door, it saw the human man who had just come back from outside.
Time always flies when it's busy, and now it's dark.
Ji Xingzhi turned on the ceiling light in the living room and was changing his shoes at the porch. He was surprised by the sudden acceleration of changes on his body.
His tired face suddenly couldn't hide his joy. He opened his mouth and brewed vocabulary, thinking that it could not be too excited, for fear of scaring it; it could not be too complicated words, and he was worried that it would not understand.