It was such a terrifying and terrifying sight that I will never forget in my life. The people who have been cut and chopped are placed on the butcher's desk like pork from the vegetable market, waiting only for the guests to choose. The impact of subverting imagination and ethics is too great, and only animals will be slaughtered and sold, and where is human flesh sold. I don't even dare to imagine what happens to the flesh after it is cut up and sold.

Seeing this scene with my own eyes, I couldn't bear it anymore, I just felt a tumbling in my stomach, and then something rushed up from my throat, and I quickly squatted down and vomited after a "wow" sound.

Corn took a deep breath before saying, "I think this should be the vegetable market that the ancient people said." Hearing this, I put the contents of my mouth out of my mouth, and asked curiously, "What is a vegetable man?" At the same time, he took the other party's tissue and wiped his mouth. Maize said: "The so-called vegetable market is the last place where the common people go when they can't eat in ancient disaster years or war years. In the case of desperation and no food, the family will choose one of them to be the vegetable man, that is, to be sold as a vegetable for others to eat. His own relatives can't get their mouths off, so they can only eat other people's. A vegetable person is a person who is treated as a dish. ”

"I thought Cairen Street was just a legend, but I didn't expect it to be true. The people who are chosen to be the vegetable people are extremely miserable people, they are abandoned by their own relatives, they are pulled to the vegetable street like pigs, and finally exchanged for the meat of another vegetable man, so that they can survive. And the vegetable man can only be dismembered and dismembered by the butcher in unwillingness and despair, and finally become someone else's ration. ”

With that, the corn walked a few steps into the vegetable street. I had no choice but to follow.

As time progresses, the terrain here becomes more and more strange, and it is no longer the same as the Kangwang Road during the day, and it can even be said that this is no longer the Kangwang Road. And now, if you want to enter the square, you have to pass through this not very long rookie street. The more this happened, the harder it became for me to comprehend what I was facing. Probably except for supernatural events that can be explained, only legendary ghosts have this ability. I couldn't tell if I was hallucinating or real. Looking at the severed limbs in front of me, I kind of understood that tonight was a big deal. I encountered such an exciting thing before I entered the square, and I don't know what else is more terrible in the square later.

Corn stopped a few steps in front of the nearest stall, and his eyes swept over the "meat stall": "I've seen a lot of broken hands and feet, but it's the first time I've seen it like this. When I heard this, I thought to myself: "I am worthy of being a forensic doctor, and my psychological quality is strong enough, and I am afraid that I am already scared to the soul if I change women." "To put it mildly, if it weren't for the corn calmly beside me, I would be almost out of soul by now.

I listened to the corn slowly reciting: "The texture of the hibiscus is fragrant, and the milk is used as a wonton for people to taste." The two humerus first broke off the butcher's shop, and Xu cut the hips and held them for soup. If you don't want fresh meat, you will see the hungry people in the belly. Men's flesh is fishy and uneaten, and women's skin is coagulated with less sweat. ”

I asked, "At this time, you are still in the mood to recite poetry." The corn gave me a blank look and said, "This is part of an ancient poem "The Vegetable Man Laments." It is about the famine in the second year after the Qing army conquered Guangzhou, and the wife did not want her husband and wife to starve to death together, so she went to the vegetable market to sell herself, and left 3,000 wen for her husband. When the husband went to look for it, he only found her arm hanging from the market. ”

It's a sad story. I've heard a saying in books before: "People eat each other when they are hungry." However, after listening to part of the poem and passing through Cairen Street, I realized how sad and terrible these six words were.

Maize continued: "The words I read are the scene of my wife shopping for vegetables, and the meat with good color will exude the aroma of meat after cooking, and people will taste it after the meat is made into wontons. The butcher first cut off two of his wife's arms and hung them in the butcher's shop, and then slowly cut off the flesh from the abdomen and legs to make soup. Because to keep the meat fresh, you can't kill it first and then disembowel it. And this saw the scene of his own being cut and mutilated by his wife into his heart. (copied online)"

If you weren't in such a disgusting place, you would have thought that corn was a chef who was trying to make the best flavor out of each part after getting the ingredients. I can even imagine the pain of watching my hands and feet be cooked into a dish after being cut alive. I don't understand why I think of myself every time I make up for such a bad thing.

Corn took out a flashlight and shone it on the "fresh meat" in the nearest stall to us, and then continued with her forensic expertise: "No, judging from the muscles of these short legs, these stumps seem to have been cut off before death. Is it really in response to that poem, in order to ensure the freshness of the meat, it cannot be killed directly, but dismembered from the living person. Judging from the cutting surface, the technique of the person who went under the knife was extremely powerful and precise, and it was almost enough to cut the muscles and break the bones without a second knife. To be honest, with the hardness of human bones, it is also powerful to be able to do this. "It's like knowing that a gourmand is judging the skill of a top chef.

"Women's skin fat is less sweaty, and almost all the flesh in this fuck is dominated by women's bodies. At all times, it is the woman who suffers. ”

"Sister, it's not about investigating the case now, there's no need to be so serious." I don't have any interest in these things now, I just want to get out of this hellish place and enter the square, the more I stay in this bloody place, the more disgusting and terrible I feel.

However, Corn then told another, even more terrifying truth: "But there is a strange thing, judging from the degree of blood clotting in these stumps, it is clear that they have just been cut off, but why ......" Her words suddenly stopped, and then she said: "This place is more strange than we imagined." ”

I thought to myself, "If these severed hands and legs have just been removed, then the speculation in them is worth pondering." Could it be that this place has just gone through a massacre. I used slaughter, but I didn't actually dare to admit that it was slaughter, and then I guessed, "If that's the case, why can't I see anyone else?" This rookie street appears so weird that I can't figure out what it is. Then he suddenly thought: "This square has been in this square for so many years, and there are endless legends about the supernatural in it, but no one has ever mentioned that they will see such a vegetable street in the middle of the night, has no one seen it?" Or is there no one else who has seen it? "However, no matter what, the bizarre appearance of this Cairen Street alone has surpassed all the horror legends about the square that I have seen on the Internet in the past."

As Corn said, this place has changed beyond my past comprehension of all paranormal events.