Hunting Art (2)

After Yan Chen pushed open the door of the entrance, he found a cardboard box at his feet, and his intuition told him that there was something wrong with the cardboard box in front of him.

He turned back into the room and found a small detector, and after scanning the carton, he was relieved. He opened the box with gloves on guard, and the next thing that caught his eye was a small piece of meat wrapped in a white cloth. There are still some traces of dried blood on the white cloth, and it is not difficult to tell from the shape of the wrapping that the pieces of meat belong to people.

Yan Chen had a look of disgust on his face, he closed the box with a frown and brought it into the room, and then he yelled.

"Come out! I know it's a prank you're playing! Yan Chen took the carton in his hand and refused to put it down, his angry chest kept rising and falling, waiting for the woman to come down from the upper floor.

The woman with a delicate face walked down from the upstairs step by step, and as soon as she saw Yan Chen, she looked angry.

The woman's gaze moved from Yan Chen's angry face to the box in his hand. Familiar smells stimulate a woman's sense of smell more than sight brings to her.

She thought for a while before she understood why Yan Chen was angry at the moment.

"I didn't do it."

"You think I'll believe it? What did you promise me! ”

"I really didn't do it!"

"I didn't eat, I really didn't eat! Yan Chen, look at me, there is no taste in my mouth at all! The hands are also clean, not made by me! ”

The woman explained in a panic that she had just learned how to express herself like a normal person, but her demeanor still seemed very weird.

In Yan Chen's opinion, the woman in front of him was a panicked beast, extremely dangerous.

"There is no next time!" Yan Chen threw the carton to the woman, "I don't like this kind of thing, you don't have to give it to me in the future!" ”

After speaking, Yan Chen turned his head and left.

The woman stood at the bottom of the stairs and looked at the door closed by Yan Chen, feeling very aggrieved. She opened the carton and looked at the thin severed finger inside for a moment of silence, she gently sniffed the smell on the severed finger, and confirmed that it was very strange.

"I haven't eaten it...... It's not me ......."

Saying that, the woman subconsciously clenched her hands, and the carton also changed shape when she shook her hands.

At the same time, Yan Chen was sitting in the car, venting his anger.

He slammed the steering wheel, and the sound of the car's horn echoed throughout the underground garage, and he took the opportunity to shout loudly to vent.

When Yan Chen was tired, he collapsed on the saddle to adjust his breathing.

He's not angry, he's afraid. Because he could see that the severed finger belonged to a young man, and that his age was too similar to that of himself when he met a woman and watched her do such a terrible thing.

Yan Chen saw his own shadow on the severed finger. That's why he was scared and wanted to get out of that suffocating place quickly.

At this time, Yan Chen's car window was knocked on.

Yan Chen looked up and saw that it was a middle-aged man wearing a royal blue suit, combing his back and wearing disc glasses, Yan Chen pressed the car window and looked at him suspiciously.

The man smiled at Yan Chen, "Does the little brother have fire?" ”

"I don't smoke, I don't have fire."

"That's a pity, it's just that brother, your catharsis is not very good. It's a conflict with my wife, alas, life still has to be lived. Dissipate your anger, don't be angry. We are running around, and the body is the capital. ”

The middle-aged man's words made Yan Chen even more confused, and after a while, Yan Chen understood that this man regarded him as a person who was angry with his wife and came out to vent.

"I think you're ...... sir."

As soon as Yan Chen wanted to say something, the man suddenly covered his mouth and nose with a cloth.