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The last word "eating" was stuck in her throat. The woman held her mouth full of fat, her pupils slowly dilated, and she realized she had said the wrong thing.

I didn't expect that women could get rid of the influence of hypnosis so quickly, but I already got the answer I wanted.

"Actually, human flesh tastes better? What? Have you ever eaten human flesh?" With a playful smile on my face, I stared at the woman close at hand.

Most of her body was leaning on the back of my chair, and the two of us were very close, like a little couple stuck together.

Her plump lips were stained with oil. The woman was completely flustered by my sudden question. She even forgot to chew.

There is meat foam left on her white teeth, and the fat meat dipped in sauce matches her thick lips. The picture is indescribably weird. She is like a cannibal witch, with a wild nature about her.

Our shoulders were almost touching, and I could smell the scent of meat on the woman's body, which was even stronger than the meat on the table.

"What did you say?" The woman swallowed the piece of meat in her mouth with difficulty, her tone was cold, her body moved backwards, as if she had been poured cold water on her head, and she no longer had any interest.

"I'm just kidding, why do you take it seriously?" I seemed to have discovered a beast of prey. I grabbed the woman's shoulders and pulled her in front of me. The distance was not too close but not too far. We were just close enough that we could hear each other's breathing. Voice: "I suddenly don't want to eat."

"Freshly cooked meat." The woman's voice paused. My attitude changed too quickly, which made her uncomfortable.

"Let's go to the bedroom." I stood up, my eyes fixed on the woman's face: "Now I have found something more delicious."

The hot and aggressive eyes made the woman's neck dye a bright red, and she held my sleeves obediently and walked toward the bedroom.

"Little guy, you eat more outside." I rubbed Li Ming's head, grabbed the good and evil Shura mask on the table with one hand, and put it on again.

Pushing open the bedroom door, the woman's oily palms grasped the edge of her blouse. She pouted and leaned against the wall, then kicked the wooden door shut with her heels: "Come in quickly."

The bedroom was narrow and cramped, with a double wooden bed taking up most of the area. The windows in the room were blocked by red bricks, and the air was not circulating, leaving a faint fishy smell.

The sheets and bedding were all clean, but there were two empty plates on the bedside table with a few cleanly chewed bones on them.

The woman's body is very soft. She threw her coat aside and her skin was white and fat: "You are really interesting. There are only two of us in this room. Why are you wearing masks? Do you have a hobby in this area?"

In the private space, the breath of the opposite sex raised the temperature. The woman's eyes were a little blurred. She put her fingers between her lips and sucked in the remaining oil stains on them. Perhaps seeing that I was motionless, she took the initiative to come over and stretched her green-white fingers towards the zipper of my coat.

"There are only two of us in the house, no one can see..." As the woman stretched out her hand, I raised my right hand. She didn't know what I was going to do, so she took the initiative to come closer and lean in front of me.

"Yeah, no one can see it." My voice turned cold, my speed suddenly increased, I grabbed the woman's neck, took a step forward, and pressed her against the wall next to the door.

"It hurts, don't use so much force."

She hasn't realized her situation yet. It's probably because the tenants in the red building have so many quirks that she's already used to being treated like this.

"Does it hurt?" I grinned and kept increasing the strength of my hands. The woman's eyes bulged out and her face turned purple from holding back. She finally realized something was wrong. Like a big fish that had just been fished ashore, she twisted her white body and tried her best. struggle.

I was unmoved. After wearing the mask of good and evil Shura, my attitude towards life was extremely indifferent.

I pressed harder and harder until the woman's struggle became smaller and smaller, and then I let go.

"Cough! Cough! Cough..." The woman leaned against the wall and sat softly on the ground. She breathed heavily: "You, you want to kill me?!"

"If you are disobedient, killing you might be a way to solve the problem." I squatted down, ran my fingers through the woman's hair, and sniffed lightly with the tip of my nose. There was a scent of meat lingering even on the roots of the hair: "You How much meat have you eaten?"

The woman's body was trembling slightly. The experience of wandering between life and death just now was not pleasant. She lowered her head and protected her chest with her hands, never daring to look at me.

"Answer my few questions about the Red Mansion honestly. I promise not to hurt you or tell anyone else in the Red Mansion. I just want to seek the truth." Regardless of the woman's obstruction, I pinched her white neck again with my palm: "Think carefully before answering. I have killed many people. I hope you will not become one of them."

"Are you an outsider?" The woman finally raised her head, her eyes a little complicated. She opened her mouth and said nothing. Finally, after a long time, she pursed her lips and said, "Just ask."

"First question, why did you live in the Red Building? This place is dirty and disgusting, and even wild dogs would not want to come here." I did not give the tenants of the Red Building any face, and expressed my truest thoughts.

The woman was pinched by my neck. She didn't dare to look into my eyes and stared at the scars on my palms. After hesitating for a long time, she said in a very depressed tone: "If it weren't for you being an outsider, I would never say these words." Will speak out."

She slowly raised her head: "I am imprisoned here."

"Speak slowly, maybe I can help you." I used some hypnotic techniques during the conversation to guide the topic and observe the changes in the woman's expression.

"I moved into the Pig Cage Apartment because of my brother. His name is Zhang Jiayi." The woman's voice was trembling, and her face was frighteningly pale. Under my questioning, the memories she tried to avoid emerged.

"Is Zhang Jiayi the doctor who lives on the fourth floor?" When I left from the fourth floor, I saw a diagnosis notice in the doctor's shoe cabinet, in which Zhang Shuxue's name was filled in the column for the family members sent to the hospital. People should be brother and sister.

"He does live on the fourth floor, and he is dressed like a doctor, but he is not a doctor at all. He is a madman, a patient, and a pervert!" The woman's voice was a bit loud, and I had to pinch her neck to warn her in the end. .

"Your brother imprisoned you? Why did he do this?"

"We are half-brothers and sisters. His mother died of illness a long time ago. Later, his father also had a car accident. Since then, he seemed to have changed. He was very withdrawn and began to have abnormal mental state." The woman said to herself The brother is full of disgust.

"Is he mentally ill? You sent him to a mental hospital, and he imprisoned you in the red building to take revenge on you?" I speculated.

The woman shook her head, feeling a little excited: "Do you know what he did? When he was in medical school, some of his classmates told the teacher that he secretly hid human specimens and brought the cut things back to the dormitory. It was my mother who ran to The school asked for help everywhere, and finally the school agreed to give him another chance. But later, not only did he not change, he even worsened his behavior and even desecrated the specimen."

"After being expelled from school, on the first day I returned home, this devil did something that I will never forget." The woman brought out the most repressed memory in her heart. She gasped and gritted her teeth: "He He said he was going to cook for my mother and me and asked us to buy ingredients. When my mother and I came back, the smell of meat was already wafting in the house."

"There was an iron pot on the dining table, and my mother praised it, but when she lifted the lid of the pot, you would never have imagined what I saw!"

"He cooked his mother's cat."

The woman buried her head deeply: "Later on, his behaviors became more and more excessive and unacceptable. He was keen on all kinds of meat, pursuing the smell and variety, which my mother and I could tolerate. But Tolerance and love did not influence him. Indulgence brought more terrifying results. Once after he finished his meal, when his mother went to clean it up, she smelled the smell of formalin in the rice pot..."

"You should know what this means. That afternoon, my mother found several black plastic bags under his bed, which contained specimens he had stolen from school."

"I really couldn't tolerate him, so I convinced my mother to contact the mental health hospital the next morning and forcefully take him away."

"I thought the nightmare would end here. I even hoped in my heart that he would recover soon and become a normal person again."

"But who would have known that one day a few years later, I suddenly received a call from the mental hospital while I was at work, saying that he and his attending doctor were missing."

"I had a bad premonition at that time, and I came home in a daze. As soon as I opened the door, I smelled the aroma of meat."

"I didn't notice it at first, but I just felt it was vaguely familiar. When I entered the house and closed the door, I realized something was wrong."

"My mother was sitting motionless at the dining table with her back to me. She had changed into loose dark clothes and had an iron pot in front of her."

"I called several times but she didn't answer. When I walked to the dining table, I suddenly felt that the scene was somewhat similar to a few years ago, and my eyes couldn't help but look at the iron pot."

"The aroma of meat all over the room comes from that pot. In addition to various seasonings, there is also a piece of offal."

The back of her hand was wet, and the woman's tears couldn't stop falling. She shook her head violently, put her hand into her mouth like crazy, and picked at her throat.

It was like she was having an epilepsy, and it took a few minutes for her to return to normal.

"He lived a very painful life in the mental hospital, so he wanted to transfer this pain to me and my mother." The woman's voice kept trembling. "In order to retaliate against me, he took me to the pig cage apartment and locked me in In this room, people come and bring me meat and water every few days.”

She held her head: "There is only meat. Every time the meat is delivered, it is packed in a black plastic bag, just like the bag you are carrying."

She didn't finish her sentence, but I already understood what she meant. In such an environment, a normal person was forced to become a madman.