"Bang Bang ............"

The kitchen knife fell to the ground, and the man's fat body staggered back a few steps, one hand covered the place where the syringe was inserted, and the numbness spread from his neck to his whole body, making him fall to his knees at once.

"This is a newly developed anesthetic, and I heard that it can make people sleep like a dead person for four hours, even if the head is cut off, they will not feel a little pain."

The black leather shoes seemed to be stepping on the beat of a drum, and Zhou Ran paced in front of the man, looking down at the person kneeling at her feet.

"There's a lot I can do during this time, do you want to guess?" She pulled down the broad brim of her hat and raised her hand to play with the blade that appeared between her fingers at some point.

"Do you peel your skin off the top of your head, layer by layer, or ...... Little by little, slowly breaking every bone in your body? Or take out the heart, liver, spleen and lungs in your body and put them in a pot to stew? ”

The man's bloodshot eyes, which widened wider and wider with horror, stood up with a satisfied smile and watched him fall to the ground.

"Are there any candles?" She looked in the direction of the girl's whispered sobs, and her tone was as cold as a cold night.

"Yes...... There was ......"

The girl was so frightened by what she had just said that her fear of her even overshadowed her resentment towards the man, for fear that she would provoke this moody and inhuman devil, and end up with the same fate as the man who fell to the ground.

"Go find some."

The voice of the machine did not have any ups and downs and emotions, and a cold air rushed straight from the soles of her feet to the limbs, making the girl involuntarily shudder.

"Good...... Good...... I know...... Got it......" She replied resignedly, trying to recall the location in her memory, groping in the dark.

One by one, the candles were lit, and the maiden, limping on her legs, placed the last candle on the table. Only then did he muster up the courage to look at the man sitting on a low chair at the square table.

His long satin hair was scattered behind his head, a white mask obscured his appearance, and a wide cloak hung over the damp ground.

The man's silent appearance made the girl feel a sense of fear in her heart for no reason. It was as if he was despised in front of him, and he didn't dare to have a trace of resistance and disrespectful attitude.

She took a few steps forward, and was about to speak, when the figure moved and stood up from the chair. The girl was so frightened that she crashed into the lacquered cupboard next to her.

"Scaring you? I'm really embarrassed......" Zhou Ran, who heard the movement, turned his head and glanced at her, with a smile in his eyes.

After saying that, no matter how she reacted, she raised her feet and walked into the cramped little kitchen, and the familiar smell became stronger and stronger.

"Don't go in......" The girl, who had been too timid to make a sound, spoke to stop her in her tracks, and looked at her with her cupboard.

"There...... It's mine...... My mother ......" After she finished sobbing silently, the girl's tears kept rolling in her eyes.

A pot was still on the stove, not quite closed, and the smell of rot wafted out of it, lingering between the wings of her nose.

Zhou Ran's long black eyelashes fanned up and down, reached out to take off the candle next to him, and uncovered the lid on the stove. By candlelight, the meat in the pot was stewed to the brink of countless pieces. Perhaps after a long time, there is no longer the original fresh taste, and there is a smoky stench.

Of course, if you ignore the upturned palm and the whitening eye floating on the soup noodles, no one will know that this pot is not stewed pork, but human flesh.