If you don't feel it, how can you believe it.

- Murder Complaint

In the dark, damp bridge hole, a woman in ragged clothes with dirty hair was busy, shoving a branch at her feet into the fire.

There was an iron pot in front of her, and a pungent fishy smell emanated from the iron pot, but she stepped forward and sniffed it with satisfaction, opening her mouth to show her yellow-brown teeth: "Hurry up, hurry up, I'm going to eat him." ”

Not far from her lay a man, who seemed to be asleep, lying motionless.

The woman turned her head to look at the man on the ground, got up and stepped forward, squatted down, reached out and stroked the man's face, and hummed a tune in her mouth: "Today is a good day, today is a good day......"

Humming as he unbuttoned the man's clothes, and for a moment, the man's chest was exposed. I saw that a long black thread was sewn on the man's abdominal cavity.

The woman was not afraid, but she reached out and ripped off the black thread, and then opened the man's abdominal cavity and removed the ...... inside. The stone was taken out.

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