Chapter 9, The Slaughterhouse

It is very foul, with a hideous appearance, but it is far less impactful than this pot of stewed human flesh!

This place is essentially a slaughterhouse

Ugh

The dead, I have seen before; the putrid soup and water overflowing, I have encountered corpses that are almost like rotten persimmons.

This should be a woman

It seems that I have developed a psychological shadow. By some strange twist of fate, when I pushed the door, I only opened it a crack. Peering through that gap felt akin to spying, as if this would somehow spare me from witnessing some eye-watering scenes.

I suppressed the feeling of nausea, sat silently on the edge of the kang, lit a cigarette to calm my emotions, and fell into deep thought

It was merely a face, without a body, resembling a human head floating in mid-air, maintaining a parallel position with my head through a crack in the door, almost as if our faces were about to touch.

... ...

I have also seen the situation clearly; the cut on the neck of Brother Jun's wife is very smooth, indicating that it was likely a single stroke that severed her head.

I sighed and said, "Jun Ge should have fled. Let's go check another room and leave immediately; this is not a place to linger. You handle the things we have touched."

I let out a bitter laugh and shook my head, thankful that I arrived a step earlier. If the police had come first, they could have found Brother Jun based on the address on this cloth, and then because he mentioned the words "Little Brother Jiu," I would have been dragged down with him into misfortune

The soldier, having a weak resistance, immediately squatted down to the side and vomited upon seeing the situation in the pot

Little Nine, Little Nine!

Brother Jun must have pressed his wife down on the edge of the kang and killed her

I nodded, got up, and left the room, heading to the opposite door

I looked around and felt a bit disappointed, giving rise to the thought of retreat. A normal person truly cannot stay in such a place. However, on the eve of my departure, my gaze fell upon the pile of human bones at the head of the kang, beside which lay a piece of white cloth that appeared to have been stained by a knife, the cloth soaked in blood

The following is the address

What are you shouting about?

The soldier scratched his head, and then seemed to remember something. He suddenly sat up and hurriedly said: "Xiao Jiu, let's go quickly, the police have arrived in the village!"

However, what does this mean, Military Brother?

Although the foot was deformed from being boiled, it is still evident that this foot is not very large, at most it is about size 37, which is a woman's foot

I have not interacted much with Jun Ge, and I cannot see through him, but my intuition tells me that he is not that kind of person. He harbors deep sorrow and resentment, all of his grievances and anger are pent up inside him

This white cloth seems unusual; it is neatly folded and appears to be without flaws, yet upon closer inspection, it feels somewhat strange

Who is she

In that moment, I was truly startled, and fortunately, I do not have a heart condition; otherwise, I might have been scared to death right here. My hand trembled, and I inadvertently pushed the door open, while I myself took several steps back with a "thud thud thud" sound.

It was a human head, tied by the hair with a rope, hanging from the door frame. When the door was pushed open, the head swayed back and forth in mid-air, causing the smile on that head to become elusive.

The soldier rubbed his face vigorously with both hands, feeling somewhat more alert. He got up and began to tidy up, speaking with some difficulty: "You should hurry up too; I don't want to stay here for even a moment longer. Once I'm done cleaning up, I need to go outside for some fresh air"

This is a woman's face, in a dimly lit environment, the woman's face appears somewhat distorted, her complexion is pale, and streams of fresh blood seep from her eyes and nose, yet her mouth is slightly open, the corners of her lips are tilted, as if she is smiling

At this point, I finally see clearly

At that moment, I felt a tumultuous upheaval in my stomach, the little food I had consumed at noon was now churning like a puddle of paste, relentlessly pushing its way up towards my throat, threatening to erupt at any moment

This human head undoubtedly belongs to Brother Jun's wife, and the head has been spared and preserved.

Brother Jun killed the waiter and Huzi due to a grudge. The waiter had received his favor and even had an affair with his wife. In the end, they conspired to eliminate him and establish their own power. When leaving the ancient tomb, Brother Jun also mentioned that he still needed to kill someone

I was gasping for breath, constantly cursing Brother Jun in my heart. If he wants to kill, then just kill. Why dismember and boil the bodies, and hang the heads behind the door? Is he trying to scare others to death?

After a moment, I finally managed to adapt somewhat and bent down to slip into the room beneath that person's head

As the door was just pushed open, the first thing that caught the eye was a grotesque and terrifying face

Nose to nose, lips to lips, it appears very intimate

I paused, slightly furrowing my brow

Little Jiu Ge, I know you would definitely come to find me. Have you encountered something strange? If you want to see me, come to Taiyuan first

The only possibility is that there is only one, and this cloth is not meant for wiping knives at all; it is neatly arranged there for another purpose

I furrowed my brows, pushed the head of the dead person aside, and then walked out of the room, saying: "It's just a dead person's head, why the panic? I thought you had seen it when you went out just now"

The soldier let out a cry of despair and was so frightened that he fell to the ground.

In an instant, my pupils constricted sharply

I turned around and walked back, picking up the white cloth and shaking it out

Upon entering, there is a pile of bones stacked on the kang, which are human bones stripped of flesh, along with some offal

"Soldier, let's go!"

The soldier rushed in in a flurry, but as he turned to enter, he suddenly collided with the decapitated head hanging above the door

This bastard is quite bold

The methods employed by Jun Ge are brutal; however, he killed his own wife. At that moment, his emotions were undoubtedly filled with rage, and the entire process was likely completed through gritted teeth. Wiping the knife with a cloth could have simply resulted in it being crumpled and tossed aside; there was no need for it to be arranged so neatly. What kind of psychological resilience must one possess? Cleaning the crime scene is understandable, as many people would do the same, but very few pay such meticulous attention to these small details. The entire process must have been carried out with absolute calmness, allowing him to proceed with such deliberation.

I took a look at the edge of the kang I was sitting on; although it has been cleaned, some dark red stains still remain

I have not encountered any strange occurrences; I was just nearly harmed by him

Apart from this, there are no other special objects in this room

Ghost!

At that moment, the soldier called out to me urgently from outside the house, waking me up

In fact, I am being foolish

A man severed his wife's head with a knife, hanging it on the door frame, while the bones and entrails were piled in another room. He then dismembered the body, wiping the blood off the knife with a white cloth, and afterwards neatly folded the cloth.

This is easy to guess - Brother Jun's wife

Did not notice

This bone was also taken from his wife's body

Strange matter

One can imagine that when Brother Jun returned home, his wife greeted him with a smile. However, he suddenly drew his knife and severed her head, leaving the head hanging with that smile still frozen on her face, creating a chilling and terrifying sight

If this person were his wife, it would all seem reasonable; however, I did not expect him to use such a brutal method to kill his wife

Even someone like me, who often deals with corpses, finds it a bit overwhelming

This cloth is indeed not meant for wiping knives, but rather for writing. With a finger dipped in fresh blood, a line of text was inscribed:

Then I heard a sound of footsteps

The room is permeated with a pungent smell of blood