Suddenly, an eyeball filled with blood vessels pressed approached the peephole.
My heart skipped a beat, and I heard a strange laugh.
"Hey... Hello, your takeout... is here!"
The moment his voice vanished, I opened the door instantly and excitedly grabbed the takeout bag in his hand.
What was it? A hot dog or chicken nuggets?
I was starving!
I ripped open the bag, and large chunks of steak rolled to the ground. I knelt down in a hurry and reached out to pick up the meat.
The greasy red sauce stained my hands, and I stuck out my tongue to lick my palms.
It was slightly sweet and salty with an irresistible meaty aroma.
I picked up the steak on the ground, put it into my mouth and started chewing it.
It was neither fishy nor woody, and the fat almost melted in my mouth without chewing it. I squinted my eyes in happiness, and my hands kept moving, putting food into my mouth.
It wasn't until I finished eating that I came to my senses and felt horrified.
The delivery man outside the door had disappeared without a trace.
My original plan was to catch him on the spot and make him confess who was behind this, but my hand seemed to have its own consciousness and grabbed the takeout in his hand first.