This is not a weird story

While Wei An was protecting Wen Qiong as he retreated, he immediately took the ice chisel in his hand.

The two quickly retreated to a smelly chicken coop in the corner. The crawling sound quickly stopped and seemed to have lost sight of them.

Neither Wei An nor Wen Qiong spoke, but Wen Qiong held his arm tightly.

Although the other party did not catch up, they might be searching nearby, so the mother and son stood still and did not move.

The surroundings were so quiet that Wei An could even hear his own heartbeat.

Soon he noticed that his mother was shaking slightly. He turned his head and was about to ask in a low voice when he heard his mother say in a low voice: "Son, I feel something is wrong in the chicken coop behind me!"

Wei An was stunned and asked softly: "Why?"

"It doesn't seem like there is a chicken in the cage. There is a hand... pulling my trousers." Wen Qiong replied.

Although she was scared, her mood was much stronger now than when she entered the ghost story just now.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a clang from the chicken coop behind him, and the door of the cage seemed to be opened.

"Back away slowly." Wei An said in an inaudible voice.

"No, that hand grabbed my trouser leg!" Wen Qiong looked horrified.

Wei An turned around, grabbed the ice knife in his hand, squatted down and groped for it, and soon he felt a chill.

Feeling a cold hand along the left leg of his mother's trousers, Wei An inserted the ice knife directly into the back of the hand without hesitation and pulled it out immediately.

The owner of this hand did not make any sound, but quickly retracted his hand. The collision between his body and the cage intensified, as if he wanted to climb out of the cage quickly.

Wei An didn't waste any more time and dragged his mother away quickly, following the bright light from the meat area.

After a while, the man in the darkness climbed out of the cage, hunched over, and came to the place where the two of them had stood. His stomach was empty, all his internal organs had disappeared, his mouth was slightly open, and his eyes were darting back and forth aimlessly.

On the other side of the live poultry area, Lin Xiaojun was still crawling on the ground. In fact, not only was his internal organs empty, but his feet had been chopped off, so he could not stand.

Wei An and Wen Qiong came to the raw meat area. Although it was getting darker and darker, the light here was much brighter than that in the live poultry area.

Wen Qiong felt a little relieved and asked Wei An: "Son, was the person who pulled my trouser leg just now the one wearing the mask?"

"No, the person in the chicken coop should be He Xiang." Wei An said.

Wen Qiong was shocked: "He Xiang is not..."

Wei An nodded: "Well, he is dead, so Lin Xiaojun should be dead too."

Wen Qiong came back to her senses after a while, temporarily put the previous encounter behind her, and walked towards the nearest butcher shop: "I'll try the knives on these butcher shops first to see if any of them work. "

She didn't go far and picked up the various knives placed on the butcher shop around Wei'an.

It was strange that these knives were either very heavy, unable to move even if Wen Qiong tried his best with both hands, or they were ridiculously light, as if they were made of paper, giving people the impression that they were not real objects.

Now Wen Qiong already knows that these things are not so-called ghost props that he can use, which is why they feel very heavy or very light.

Taking this opportunity, Wei An searched stall No. 11 inside and out.

The big aluminum pot was not here. It must have been chased by others under the control of the bloodthirsty butcher. Wei An soon made a surprising discovery in the basket underneath stall No. 11.

There are two baskets here. Each basket is filled with human body parts. They are stuffed to the top and look very scary. They also look like they have been dismembered just now. It is not clear how many people they belong to. .

However, Wei An quickly figured out that there was at least one man and one woman here because he found an incomplete head with long hair.

Wei An was not going to tell his mother what he had discovered, but Wen Qiong quickly came over after trying the knives and glanced at the horrific scene under the stall. Wen Qiong subconsciously took two steps back, but recovered after a moment.

It seems that not only has the effect of watching horror movies on her own training every night been remarkable, but Wen Qiong's adaptability is also extremely strong, and her current performance is completely different from when she entered the ghost story just now.

"Were these corpses stewed in that pot?" Wen Qiong asked.

"Probably." Wei An nodded, "I took a look just now. There are two corpses here, one male and one female. They should be the couple in the stall next door who were killed in the murder case described in the ghost story."

Wei An turned to look at booth 10: "Mom, go over there and try it out to see if there are any weapons you can use."

Wen Qiong quickly walked over. Stall No. 10 should be owned by the murdered couple. Maybe due to some chance, the props would appear in their stall.

However, after Wen Qiong tried it one by one, he still found nothing as before.

She observed the stall for a moment, then returned to Wei An and whispered: "I tried it, but it didn't work. But I found that a knife was missing from stall No. 10."

"What's missing?" Wei An asked.

"Meat cleaver, there isn't even a cleaver over there, it shouldn't be possible." Wen Qiong said.

Then she looked at the meat cleaver in stall No. 11. She had tried this one just now and it was too light to use.

After pondering for a moment, Wen Qiong's eyes lit up: "I know, the butcher's hand is the meat cleaver at stall No. 10. That knife should be a prop we can use, but he took it away."

Wei An immediately nodded in agreement: "Mom, I have always wondered where my meticulous reasoning ability comes from. Dad is usually careless and unwilling to use his brain. I didn't expect it to be inherited from you! I didn't know you had been hiding it. What are you doing?"

Wen Qiong thought about Wei An's question seriously and replied: "If he shows that he is stronger than his father in every aspect, will he lose his self-esteem? I'm afraid there will be many unnecessary conflicts in the family one day."

After a pause, Wen Qiong said: "Have you discovered anything else here?"

"Well, the body of the couple's daughter was not found in the basket." Wei An said: "According to the description of the ghost story, their daughter unfortunately came back and encountered a murder, and then was brutally murdered by the butcher. Then the butcher committed seppuku and killed himself. The internal organs were stuffed into the belly of a dead pig. In other words, he didn’t have time to dismember the couple’s daughter, and he probably didn’t even consider dismembering it, so the child’s body should be complete, but it’s not here.”

"Will it be...boiled in the pot?" Wen Qiong wondered.

"No." Wei An shook his head, "We all saw the meat in the pot at first, and there wasn't that much. Later, after Lin Xiaojun disappeared, the meat began to increase. Part of the meat in the basket here is missing. It should be there at the beginning. In the pot, no, no that kid.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Wei An, who was squatting, suddenly stood up and took a step back. His eyes widened and he stared at the two baskets.

Although it was very dim, he still saw just now that a foot belonging to the woman in one of the baskets suddenly twitched.