blogombal Chapter 29 will be ready soon, my silly wife.
Chapter 29 will be ready soon, my silly wife.
It's 12:30 a.m. at the vegetable market near the residential area.
There weren't many people in the market. Zhou Gangxun stood in front of a poultry stall.
"I want an old hen."
As he spoke, he lit a cigarette and slowly smoked it. The slap mark on his face hadn't completely faded, making him look like a down-on-his-luck man who had just had a fight with his wife and been kicked out of his home.
Zhou Gangxun's gaze slowly fell on the rooster at the very front of the cage, which was staring straight at him.
His blurry figure was reflected in the rooster's wide, round eyes.
However, due to the angle of the light, there was a blurry human figure behind him, making it look as if someone was right behind him.
"Should we kill it?" The vendor pulled a hen from the cage, letting out a mournful squawk. "Cluck-cluck—!"
"..." It sounded like he heard his wife calling.
Zhou Gangxun then looked away from the hen and said, "No need, just kill it and eat it."
"You know how to kill?" The vendor glanced at Zhou Gangxun, who looked like a slick, oily-faced pretty boy. He did have quite a few lean muscles, but killing chickens had nothing to do with how strong you were; it was more about technique and skill.
If the neck is cut, or the blood vessel is cut in the wrong place, and the blood is not drained completely, there will be bruising in the muscle, which will affect the taste.
"No." Zhou Gangxun lowered his eyes, his dark eyes sweeping over the old hen's neck. "Didn't you slit its throat to bleed it out? Cut both carotid arteries; that's faster."
"Well... that's how it is." The merchant was momentarily speechless, taken aback by Zhou Gangxun's concise yet unique description.
The blood vessels on the sides of a chicken are thicker than those in the middle of its trachea, allowing for faster blood loss. This is indeed consistent with the location and effect of the carotid artery in humans.
But describing it as a carotid artery... sounds like you're cutting someone's throat.
"Ha, you're quite talented at killing chickens... ha..." The vendor chuckled dryly, tied the old hen's wings and feet, weighed it, and handed it to Zhou Gangxun. "8 yuan a pound, this one weighs 3.8 pounds, I'll charge you 30 yuan and 4 mao."
Zhou Gangxun paid the money, took the chicken from the vendor, grabbed it by the neck, and carried it away.
After leaving the market and walking two streets, he saw Wang Fucai.
Wang Fucai, drunk and mumbling incoherently, staggered into a dark alleyway where no one was around and no streetlights were on.
Zhou Gangxun stared for two seconds, then stubbed out his cigarette and followed at a leisurely pace.
"Drip, drip, drip..." Raindrops began to fall from the sky, tapping on the plastic awnings of shops on the street and on the ground.
Then it got heavier and heavier, gradually turning into a downpour, and the water in the wells started to accumulate.
……
Ruan Zhijuan was disturbed by the raindrops tapping on the window, and barely opened her eyes for a moment before closing them again and falling asleep.
Until the sound of the rain pattering down changed to banging.
Around 3 a.m., Ruan Zhijuan was woken up again by the sound of chopping meat, or rather, by the boy from yesterday jumping around in the hallway.
But why does it sound like he's at home? Did he come to his house to dance?
Ruan Zhijuan sat up abruptly. So he was a thief? He came to steal from his house?
He had heard before that thieves in the city would scout out people's homes and mark their locations, noting how many people lived there, what time they returned, and how much money they had, before committing crimes at night.
But did he steal the wrong one? This is 806, not 906.
The spot on the floor next to the bed was empty; Zhou Gangxun wasn't there, as if he hadn't returned yet.
Hmph, what an unreliable jerk. Ruan Zhijuan quickly checked if any of her "cheap" clothes were missing, then grabbed an ashtray and tiptoed toward the source of the sound—the bathroom.
The bathroom light was on, and the sound of water overflowing could be heard continuously.
It's definitely my first time in a house like this. I can't even tell the layout of the rooms. I thought there was nothing to steal from the bathroom... I wonder if they're trying to steal their water heater that has hot water 24 hours a day.
Actually, the water heater in the rental house initially only had hot water for two hours, but Zhou Gangxun repaired it and it became available 24 hours a day.
It must be true, he could hear the sound of water running in the bathroom.
As soon as Ruan Zhijuan reached the bathroom door, she felt a strong smell of blood seep into her nasal cavity.
He suddenly froze, wondering... why was there blood?
Immediately afterwards, the sounds of water running and chopping meat in the bathroom stopped abruptly, as if they had sensed something.
With a creak, the old floorboards beneath Ruan Zhijuan's feet made a sound. This sound, which was not loud to begin with, became unusually noticeable in the excessively quiet environment.
With a creak, the bathroom door was pulled open.
Ruan Zhijuan was caught off guard and met Zhou Gangxun's probing black eyes. Bloodstains were splattered on his face, and his arms and clothes were also covered in blood. The sink and the floor were a bloody mess, which stung the nerves of anyone who saw it.
"..." Ruan Zhijuan whimpered in her throat, her voice tightening as she was too frightened to speak.
Zhou Gangxun stared impatiently at Ruan Zhijuan with his dark eyes, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why are you awake?"
Ruan Zhijuan felt a chill run down her spine. Zhou Gangxun's words carried a strange threat and displeasure, sounding like, "Tsk, why are you awake?", as if his unexpected intrusion had disrupted his murder plan.
Although his tall figure blocked most of Ruan Zhijuan's view, he still saw him!
With her nearsighted eyes, she first saw several pieces of pinkish-white raw meat cut into pieces amidst the red hues of the bathroom, a pile of wet hair on the floor, and the meat cleaver in Zhou Gangxun's hand, which was covered in meat scraps and dripping blood.
Good news, no thief stole his 24-hour water heater ( ›´ω`‹ ).
Bad news, he might die ( ｡￫v￩｡ ).
Ruan Zhijuan opened her red almond-shaped eyes and began to urinate. Her voice was trembling with sobs as she mumbled incoherently, "Zhou... husband... what are you... doing... ah..."
He even called Zhou Gangxun "husband," attempting to use this title to salvage some of Zhou Gangxun's conscience.
Zhou Gangxun's blood-stained face suddenly broke into a smile.
He glanced at the body parts soaking in blood on the bathroom floor, stepped aside slightly, looked at Ruan Zhijuan's neck, and calmly told a joke, "Can't you see? I'm dismembering the body."
Ruan Zhijuan dared not look; her mind went blank, and only instinct remained as she mechanically and numbly replied, "I saw it, I saw it... you were dismembering a body."
Whose body were they dismembering...?
Suddenly, Ruan Zhijuan noticed the mint green panties wrapped around Zhou Gangxun's large arm.
his……
In a daze, Ruan Zhijuan seemed to see herself lying in a toilet, her arms and legs cut off, leaving only her torso, waiting to be dissected and have her unclean internal organs removed.
Ah... he realized, it was a dream.
Ruan Zhijuan suddenly realized that this must be related to his dream of being soaked in the vegetable washing sink, being chopped into pieces, and having his tongue burned by Zhou Gangxun's cigarette.
This time, however, I dreamt of something new.
Zhou Gangxun must have upset him somehow today, causing him to have nightmares tonight.
Just... as long as I get back to bed and wake up, everything will be fine.
"Honey... don't tire yourself out, okay? I... I'm not fully awake yet, I need to go back to sleep... goodnight." After saying that, Ruan Zhijuan ran back to bed without looking back, covered herself with the blanket, and pretended that she was already asleep.
Just before getting into bed, my body suddenly stiffened in an uncoordinated way.
Zhou Gangxun glanced at the person on the bed who had just said to him, "Honey, don't overwork yourself, goodnight," and commented indifferently, "Pretentious."
He went back to the bathroom, turned on the tap again, and washed away the bloodstains. The sound of the water masked his low laughter. "My cowardly, vicious, stupid wife, were you scared just now? Your pretty little face turned white with fright."
As he spoke, he raised his arm and used the mint green cloth to wipe the blood off his face.
His stupid wife's underwear is quite absorbent.
In the living room/bedroom.
Ruan Zhijuan stared wide-eyed in the stuffy blankets, clutching her big toe, which she had accidentally bumped before getting into bed. She bit the corner of the blanket and silently shed tears; it hurt so much.
Why does it hurt when I bump my toe in my dream?
Wow... it wasn't a dream, it was real! ((유∀유|||))
Her husband, Zhou Gangxun, wanted to kill her!
Ruan Zhijuan trembled as she raised her hand to wipe her face, which was smeared with tears and snot. She cautiously peeked out from under the covers and looked toward the bathroom.
Zhou Gangxun was leaning against the door frame, head down, a cigarette between his teeth, white smoke billowing from his lips, dissipating upon contact with the air.
He...he seemed to be in a good mood, and Ruan Zhijuan even felt that Zhou Gangxun was humming a tune in his throat.
Is it because...because we're going to kill him? {{{꒪Д꒪⌯"}}I'm scared.
With a "tap-tap," Zhou Gangxun deftly flicked his two thick, long fingers, and the cigarette ash fell into the ashtray.
烟！
Ruan Zhijuan covered his mouth. He... he was definitely going to use this thing to burn his tongue! And... he might even pervertedly burn other parts of his body...! (๑ʘ̅ д ʘ̅๑)!!!
Chest, buttocks, thighs...!
Just like that day when I pretended to have presbyopia and pulled the flesh off his chest.
As Ruan Zhijuan thought about it, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest. Then he saw Zhou Gangxun take out the pressure cooker from under the kitchen cabinet!
!
And again! It's happening again, just like in my dreams.
No, not kill him, but eat him!
He... he remembered! He remembered everything!
Zhou Gangxun came back once that night. He woke up once and saw Zhou Gangxun lying on his chest, eating him!
And last night! He took off his clothes, and later, when he was half asleep, he seemed to lift up his legs, so he must have wanted to get rid of him then.
Just like how people in the village slaughter pigs during the Lunar New Year, they strip him naked, drag him to the bathroom, scald his hair with boiling water, and then... wash him clean and kill him!
Good heavens, what kind of freak is he living with?!
They wouldn't wash his underwear, they stole his beef buns, and now they want to kill him!
No, he's going to call the police! He'll call the police as soon as Zhou Gangxun leaves for the construction site in the morning!
Zhou Gangxun, that wife-murdering bastard, must be brought to justice!
Ruan Zhijuan thought fiercely, and as she thought about it, her eyelids began to droop.
He didn't know how much time had passed when he rolled his eyes in sleepiness and watched Zhou Gangxun, who had cleaned up the bloodstains in the bathroom, come out of the bathroom.
Wash the pressure cooker in the sink and place it on the kitchen counter.
Holding the cleaned, white pieces of severed flesh from the bathroom, I stuffed them one by one into the pressure cooker, added some seasonings to remove the fishy smell, sealed it tightly, plugged it in, and started cooking.
Soon, Ruan Zhijuan smelled the aroma of cooking meat. He licked his lips, closed his eyes "peacefully," and fell fast asleep.
Zhou Gangxun, who was in the kitchen, suddenly turned his head and looked at Ruan Zhijuan, who had finally fallen into a deep sleep on the bed.
He walked over in a few steps, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and reached out to skillfully lift Ruan Zhijuan's clothes. He looked down at him, his fingers tugging at his flesh, and a smirk played on his lips.
"It'll be ready soon, my slutty wife, don't worry."