Day and night tour

Chapter 160 Human Belly
Zhou Xuan walked into the inner hall and found that one of the three beds had already been occupied.

The one on the far left was used to receive a "guest". Lv Mingkun, holding a lit cigarette in his hand, walked from the head of the bed to the foot of the bed, and then from the foot of the bed to the head of the bed. During this time, his eyes were a little lost, but he kept his eyes fixed on the guest's body.
Zhou Xuan was a little curious and asked, "Fifth Senior Brother, why don't you take action?"

When Lu Mingkun was doing business, he rarely showed such a confused expression.

Years of sewing corpses and countless days and nights of hard work have made him a master of human anatomy and a ruthless cleaning machine who can complete a complex cleaning with his eyes closed.

Even the well-informed Yun Ziliang, when he is not playing cards, eating, or reading newspapers, his favorite thing to do is to watch Lu Mingkun sew corpses.

In his words, labor has become an art. Every time the fifth brother strikes with his sword, he is extremely decisive without the slightest delay.

Moreover, his cutting seemed simple, but because he grasped the essence of the measure, it felt simple and ingenious. Looking at the blade moving along the corpse, it was no longer just a movement of the knife, but more like a stream of water flowing, in accordance with the way of nature.

Lao Yun always says: "The more natural it is, the closer it is to the beauty of art."

But at this moment, Lu Mingkun was unable to cut the target, which made Zhou Xuan a little puzzled.

"It's not that I can't cut it, it's that I haven't figured out how to purify this body."

Lu Mingkun turned the guest's body on the bed over, changing it from prone to lying down.

Zhou Xuan leaned over to take a look and saw that the corpse was that of a young man. He was quite handsome, with delicate skin on his face and hands and no obvious scars. He must have been from a poor family when he was alive.

The poor people in Mingjiang Prefecture are exposed to the wind and sun, and do rough and tiring work all year round. There are always traces of wind and frost on their faces, puncture marks and scratches on their hands from work, and their joints appear rough.

Except for the hands and face, the skin on the guest's legs, back and neck was delicate, but the skin on his stomach was particularly loose, with layer upon layer of wrinkles, like the face of a Shar Pei dog, but with even greater wrinkles and more layers.

"The guest's family asked me to remove all the wrinkles so that the shroud would look good. I'm in a bit of a dilemma."

Lu Mingkun pinched the skin on the guest's belly and lifted it up suddenly, pulling the belly up to about one meter high before he could pull the layers of skin on the belly smooth.

"What did this person do in his life to make the skin on his belly look like this?"

"I heard that he suddenly went crazy." Lv Mingkun said: "The family members said that three nights ago, he suddenly, for some reason, started chewing on the door panels at home and swallowing stones in the yard, which made his stomach rounder than that of a full-term pregnant woman.

He couldn't stop eating the live chickens and dogs at home, and ate himself to death. After he died, his family members went to find a purifier. They went to several purifiers and managed to get the food out of his stomach. But because he died of bloating, his skin lost its elasticity and could not be retracted. It became layered.
Those jewelry shops couldn't meet the family's requirements, so they sent them to me. I've become a little famous in Dongshi Street recently."

When Lu Mingkun came to Dongshi Street, he did very little work, but he was a Jingyi master of the Daming Opera Troupe after all, and his work was detailed and beautiful. His craftsmanship was several levels higher than that of other Jingyi shops in Dongshi Street, so he became famous.

There are many rich people in Mingjiang Prefecture, and they are willing to pay as long as the work is good.

"But I feel that this customer is a stumbling block to my career." Lu Mingkun had the illusion that the sign he had just put up would be smashed down by this man with a huge belly.

"What's so hard about this?"

Zhou Xuan felt that Lu Mingkun's thinking was not open, so he said: "Isn't this man's skin stretched? His belly is layered, so why don't you cut off his belly, leaving only a normal amount of skin, and then sew up the wound, wouldn't that be enough?"

“But that wouldn’t look good!” Lu Mingkun has strict requirements on his craftsmanship.

"Try it first." Zhou Xuan urged Lu Mingkun.

"Try it."

Lu Mingkun calculated the advance amount and started to operate the knife. A huge "human belly" was cut off and then sutured again.

He worked quickly and had it resolved in less than fifteen minutes.

But here is the problem.

The belly was stitched shut, but because it was stretched skin, the texture was completely different from the rest of the skin.

The skin on the rest of the body is firm and tender, but the belly looks puffy.

"Junior brother, look, the belly is completely different from the surrounding area."

"Fifth Brother, I will teach you a move today."

Zhou Xuan pointed to the center of the belly and said, "Here, use a needle to drill a hole, and then make an incision on the chest."

Lu Mingkun took a needle, drilled a hole in the customer's belly, and then cut a hole in his chest.

Zhou Xuan found the thread for sewing corpses and cut off a piece about one meter long. He folded the thread in half twice, twisted it into a strand, and tied a knot at the end.

Then he rethreaded the needle and passed the thread through the hole on the belly. The knot at the end of the thread got stuck in the hole, and the other end of the thread protruded from the scratch on the chest.

Zhou Xuan grabbed the thread on his chest and pulled it tight. The knot hooked the skin of the hole in his stomach and he pulled it up with all his strength. Suddenly, the skin around the hole became tight and tender because the force was strong enough.

"So that's how it is..." Lu Mingkun understood. One thread can stretch a small piece of skin. If there are enough threads, the skin of the sac on the belly can be stretched tight and tender.

"Got it?" Zhou Xuan loosened the thread with a smile.

Learn more about cosmetic facelift surgery.

“Junior brother, you are so smart!?” Lu Mingkun also learned to pull the thread and kept praising.

Of course that's smart - in the past, plastic surgery was a big industry, with tens of thousands of smart people flocking to this industry.

"You work."

Zhou Xuan taught Lü Mingkun and started to tattoo the flower-picking hand seal himself.

After getting several tattoos done in succession, Zhou Xuan is now very adept at tattooing and can even chat with Lu Mingkun while doing it.

"Junior brother, do you think this guest has also suffered from a similar evil god's method?"

"Quite similar. The followers of the evil god always die in strange ways, but it's strange that this guest eats that thing."

Eating stones and gnawing on door panels, if this was done by an evil god, wouldn't he have chewed a living person first?

"But it's hard to say. We don't know the evil god's habits."

Zhou Xuan added,
At this moment, the sound of sizzling noodles was heard from the outer hall.

Slurp, slurp!
"Who's eating noodles?"

Zhou Xuan put down the bone tooth and went to the outer hall. It turned out that there was more than one person slurping noodles. Xiao Fuzi and Siming were both sitting at the door slurping soup noodles, while Yun Ziliang was sitting at the counter. There were three sugar cakes on the counter, and he was desperately "tasting" them.

It’s not even time for dinner yet, how could all three of them be so hungry?
"Xiao Fuzi, aren't you playing with Muhua?"

"Oh, Muhua felt hungry, pointed to his stomach, and went back to his shop to eat."

Muhua is hungry too? !

Zhou Xuan hurriedly walked to the screen and looked down. The "human belly" cut from the guest's belly was actually moving slowly.

The rhythm of the movement unexpectedly coincided with the rhythm of Xiao Fuzi, Siming and Yun Ziliang slurping noodles.

"What the hell is this?"

Zhou Xuan waved at Yun Ziliang and said, "Old Yun, stop eating and come and recognize the food."

……

"I don't understand... According to what you said, this person looked like a follower of an evil god when he was alive, but the death of a follower of an evil god is almost the same as the death of a normal person. How could this person be so restless after his death?"

Yun Ziliang wanted to demonstrate his own experience, so he called out to Si Ming: "Mr. Si, come here, poke this guy's belly with your finger!"

"why me?"

"You are the one with the highest level of incense here, so of course it's you."

"What level of incense is needed to poke it?"

"What if it bites someone?" Yun Ziliang said righteously, with his hands on his hips.

"..."Si Ming.

Siming complained: "No matter how high the level of incense is, it still hurts if you get bitten!"

No matter how much he complained, Siming still openly poked the finger at the "human belly".

A strange feeling of stickiness and like bugs crawling on his fingers made Siming feel nauseous.

But even though it was so disgusting, Siming was unwilling to let go of his fingers.

"What does it feel like?"

Yun Ziliang asked Siming.

"Hungry! I feel very hungry. I want to eat..."

"People?" Yun Ziliang's face changed slightly, and he couldn't help but take a step back. "I want to eat steamed bear paws, glutinous rice balls, eight-treasure duck, roast duck..." Siming listed a series of dishes.

Okay, here comes another crosstalk performer!
"Besides hunger, do you have any other feelings?" Zhou Xuan asked Siming.

"Hmm... the feeling of being hungry is weird." Siming savored the taste carefully.

"I didn't understand."

Zhou Xuan just felt that Siming's words were very abstract. Being hungry is just the feeling of being hungry. Why was he so surprised?
Siming gestured with his left hand, but was still reluctant to take his right hand off the belly. Zhou Xuan saw it, stretched out his right hand, and gently moved Siming's fingers that were pressing on the belly.

During this move, Zhou Xuan felt that Siming's right fingers were resisting. This resistance did not seem to come from Siming himself, but from the will of the "human stomach".

But fortunately, it was opened, and for safety reasons, Zhou Xuan did not touch the person's stomach.

Siming said: "Being hungry is a particularly uncomfortable feeling. It makes people anxious and crazy. If you are hungry for a long time, all you can think about is how to fill your stomach..."

Of course being hungry is painful.

If they were not uncomfortable, why would those hungry victims eat such hard-to-swallow foods as tree bark and Guanyin soil?
"But the hunger that the human stomach brings to me is not uncomfortable, but a very wonderful feeling... a bit like... like..."

"Like what?" everyone asked at the same time.

"It's like the feeling I had when I successfully became the leader of the "Thief" Hall, I was so proud and excited."

Power is the best medicine for happiness. Any normal happiness is not as refreshing as the feeling when power reaches its peak.

The "Thieves" gang is a big gang in Mingjiang Prefecture. In Jing Country where theocracy is higher than secular power, being the ruler of a big gang in a prefecture is a joy that is self-evident.

Siming can use "being the master" to describe the "hunger" he feels when he touches someone's belly.
It can be seen that this feeling of hunger really makes Siming very happy.

But where does this happiness come from?

Siming added: "Hunger emptied my stomach and gave me an illusion that I could eat anything!"

This sentence sounds normal, but if you think carefully, “I can eat anything”, the “what” here should include a lot of things that cannot or should not be eaten!

Zhou Xuan actually had a creepy feeling.

"Fifth Senior Brother, don't do the Jingyi for now. Xiao Fuzi, bring the Jingyi document over here."

Before the ceremony, a document must be signed, one copy for the store and one for the customer. The store will stick all the ceremony documents in a book to avoid disputes in the future.

Xiao Fuzi quickly took the notebook and handed it to Zhou Xuan.

Zhou Xuan flipped through the pages and found the customer's contact address.

"Li Chunsheng, No. 64, Mingyuan Road, Mingdong Avenue."

He tore off the address and handed it to Lv Mingkun: "Fifth Senior Brother, go to Li Chunsheng's house...see if anything happened to his family."

"it is good."

Lu Mingkun took the white cloth and covered the customer Li Chunsheng's body again, straightened his gown, put on his top hat, and walked out of the store.

……

Mingyuan Road has the word "Ming" in its name, so it is naturally related to tea.

On this road, every household is engaged in tea business, including teahouses, tea shops, tea roasting shops, etc.

Li Youfu, who lives at No. 64 Mingyuan Road, has been selling tea for most of his life. He made enough money to buy a teahouse and became a tea shop owner. His life is getting better and better.

But even so, Li Youfu still did not give up roasting tea. He bought a big house with a yard, set aside a room specifically for roasting tea, and set up a big pot.

At the beginning, one does something just to make a living, but after doing it for a long time, one really falls in love with it. Without it, life feels less interesting.

Li Youfu started frying tea early in the morning. He was in a very good mood today, so he fried several kinds of tea together.

"Tieguanyin!"

Li Youfu poured half a ceramic jar of red Tieguanyin into the wok. The Tieguanyin was soaked in the red sticky juice, and it started to smoke as soon as it touched the red wok.

"Cloud tea!"

Li Youfu took another ceramic jar and poured a bunch of smelly Yunwu tea into the wok.

The aroma of Yunwu Tea mixed with the Tieguanyin tea that was fried to a black and red color, and the smell was so frightening that the mice in the house covered their noses and ran away.

“Rock tea!”

The white rock tea stuck together into a large piece and was poured into the pot. Li Youfu took an iron shovel and chopped it several times to break the rock tea apart.

The rock tea was frying in the pot, making a sizzling sound.

"Mao Jian!"

"Bi Luo Chun!"

Li Youfu poured can after can of tea into the iron pot and stir-fried them.

He was frying with great joy, and his waist began to sway with the loud ping-pong sounds in the pan.

While frying, Li Youfu suddenly froze and said, "No, no, how can there be no melon slice tea? Where are my melon slices?"

He searched the wooden shelf for a while but couldn't find the melon slices.

"How come I forgot where the melon slices are?"

Li Youfu turned around and looked for it, from his own bedroom he found his eldest son's bedroom, then his second son's bedroom, and finally he found his sister's room.

His younger sister Li Xiaoju lived in his house, but it was heard that she was not a good person and often stole things from home.

"That bitch must have stolen my melon slices."

He entered the room and searched everywhere: in the closet, under the desk, and on the bed.

Until he was standing by the bed, turning over the quilt on the bed, when he suddenly felt heat on his feet. He looked down and saw a pool of water flowing out from under the bed.

Li Youfu ducked down suddenly and saw Li Xiaoju curled up under the bed, shivering, with her pants soaked.

Li Xiaoju was extremely scared but unwilling to escape from the room. She held a hand that did not belong to her in her arms and bit it madly.

She is hungry too!
Li Youfu stared at his sister's red eyes with his dark green eyes and said, "Oh, Guapian, you were hiding here..."

……

Li Youfu found the melon slices, poured two round and glutinous melon slices into the wok and stir-fried them rapidly.

"There's so much tea. After frying it, I'll eat the whole pot. I'm so hungry."

He was very greedy, craving for the tea in the pot.

But there seemed to be something missing, tea.

What is that tea?
He became disappointed and said, "How can Huangyuan black tea be missing from a famous tea gathering? But where is the black tea? I can't remember it. I really can't remember it. My mind is a bit confused...

Yes, yes, it’s in my head!”

Li Youfu held the shovel in one hand and shoveled at his forehead again and again.

The harder he shoveled, the more strength he lost, and finally he collapsed beside the tea-roasting table.

"What a pity! I didn't get to eat the tea I made! I'm so hungry! So hungry!"

As he gradually lost consciousness, Li Youfu suddenly asked himself a question:
“When did I start to feel hungry?”

"Oh! I remember now, when I sent my eldest son to find the funeral team!"

He was in a trance and returned to the night when Li Chunsheng starved himself to death.

Li Youfu carried his son's body onto the carriage. As his son's body was too heavy, his movements were a little rough. His son's clothes were lifted up, revealing his bulging belly.

"That's the belly, why does it look a bit like roasted pork?"

After driving the carriage to a remote place, Li Youfu was finally defeated by his appetite. He pulled the carriage, jumped off the wooden frame, and opened the wooden bolt door of the carriage...

(End of this chapter)