When the woman said this, Chu Ping could clearly see her throat moving up and down, as if she was swallowing.
"To be able to speak so clearly, I'm afraid the friend the woman is talking about is herself."
The woman didn't know that Chu Ping was slandering her from the side, and her eyes seemed to be filled with desire.
"That meat is really delicious. My friends always think of the taste of that meat.
The husband came home later and later, and once he even waited until midnight before coming back from outside. His friends had been waiting for him at the dinner table. He thought that his husband would buy that kind of meat to feed himself like he did before.
But the friend was wrong. After the husband came home, his hands were empty and he didn't take anything. That was the first time the woman felt wronged. In fact, the friend never thought that one day she would feel wronged for a piece of meat.
My husband seemed very tired that day. When he got home, he didn't even say hello to his friends, and went straight back to his room.
With tears in her eyes, the friend packed up her husband's coat that was still on the sofa, but what was different from the past was that she smelled a strange smell on her husband's clothes.
It was not the smell of a woman. She was very familiar with this smell because she had smelled it in her husband's studio before. It was formalin with antiseptic properties, but why was there formalin in a psychological counseling studio?
What about the taste of Marin?
My friend had asked her husband before, but his answer was always ambiguous. Later, the friend did not pursue the matter, but that was the first time that the friend smelled this kind of smell on her husband's clothes.
At that moment, my friend didn't know why, but she suddenly thought of the pork her husband had bought from outside. That feeling made her feel like she had fallen into an ice cave.
The friend did not dare to look at her husband's room. She suddenly felt that it was like hell.
That day, after my friend threw all her husband's clothes into the washing machine, she fell asleep on the sofa, but her dreams were filled with the smell of the piece of pork she had eaten before.
The friend opened her eyes, and the scene in front of her made her feel as if she was in a dream.
The husband is cooking in the kitchen, but it's not dark outside yet. Why is he cooking?
When I saw my friend waking up, my husband walked out of the kitchen with a kitchen knife still stained with blood. At that moment, my husband gave people the illusion that he had just walked out of hell.
The husband told his friend that the meat was ready and he should get up and prepare for dinner.
The friend glanced at her husband, and at that moment, she suddenly felt that the man in front of her was a little strange.
A friend asked my husband why he had dinner so early?
Her husband told her that yesterday's pig was too old to eat, so he got a new small one today, but he had to eat it while it was fresh, otherwise it wouldn't taste good.
The friend glanced at the kitchen intentionally or unintentionally, and then at the pair of small craft ornaments placed on the shelf. She seemed to want to say something.
But the smell of pork was so fragrant that my friend couldn't help himself.
Put the piece of meat into your mouth, it's not greasy or greasy, and it melts in your mouth.
Seeing his friend eating happily, the husband took out a small craft ornament like before from his pocket, placed it in front of his friend, and told her that it was specially prepared for her.
The friend put away the small craft ornaments and stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth again.
The husband looked at his friend who was eating meat, and then asked her if she knew the alley in the deepest part of the city. The friend was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head. Since marrying the husband, the friend rarely goes out and doesn’t go out at all.
She knew what her husband was talking about, but her husband's expression made her friend feel that the man in front of her was not her husband.
The husband told his friend that it was the darkest corner of the city, where the filthiest things in the city were hidden, and that the meat his friend ate was obtained from there, and that the small craft ornaments were also a specialty there.
My friend was both curious and resistant about that place.
When my friend arrived there, it was already three o'clock in the morning, and the whole city was still silent. The depths of the dark alley made my friend feel a little panic, but the desire in her heart drove her to move forward.
The husband who was walking in front seemed to have discovered something, and ran over with excitement on his face. Then he ran to his friend holding a piece of white stuff, and then told her that this was the meat she liked.
Looking at the piece of white and tender meat held in her husband's arms, which seemed to be dripping with blood, my friend's stomach began to churn.
The friend found a corner and squatted down, but the next scene made her sit directly on the ground.
It was a piece of white bone. Although my friend was not a doctor, she also knew that the piece of white bone should be a human leg bone. I don’t know who it was on the leg bone. There were lines carved on it, like...
····The patterns on the small handicrafts on the shelves at home are the same.
My friend sat directly on the ground, unable to calm down for a long time.
The husband held the piece of flesh that was still bleeding, helped his friend up, and then told her that he had been home late all this time to prepare a gift for her.
Only then did my friend realize that he had just casually said that he wanted a larger craft ornament.
My husband at that time kept these words in mind, but my friend didn't know why, but he felt uneasy at this time.
A friend asked her husband what kind of ornament he wanted to give her.
The husband's eyes suddenly became gentle, and he gently stroked his friend's hair with his hand, and then told her that the ornament was his friend.
At that moment, my friend suddenly felt as if the whole sky had fallen.
The husband told her friend that in order to appreciate her in her most perfect form, he would place her in the most conspicuous place at home."
When the woman said this, she stopped abruptly, and everyone present looked at her.
"What happened to my friend in the end?"
The one who spoke was the ordinary No. 6, who seemed to be curious about the ending of this story.
Number 8, who had been sitting opposite the woman, showed no reaction at all, as if he fully knew the ins and outs of the matter.
"The friend the woman talks about should be herself. Since she can appear here, it means that the last person to die is her husband."
Thinking of this, Chu Ping sighed again, those who can come here are all perverts and lunatics.
"A week later, my friend dragged a cardboard box into the house from outside. Inside was a piece of art, which happened to be placed in the most conspicuous place in the living room. She also brought back a pile of meat.
The friend caressed the pile of meat as if caressing his husband, and then put them into the pot with water.
The next day, my friend took a man back to his home, cooked him his best braised pork, and introduced him to his latest art collection."
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