Starting with the flesh-based stimulant

Old Han stood outside the door, holding a broom.

Only one corner of the door god statue on the right is still attached; Shuanzi has just walked away leading the ox.

His hands were tucked into his sleeves as he calculated something, his brows slowly furrowing together.

I stood on tiptoe and looked towards the Li family's house; there hadn't been any smell of meat there for days.

Shaking his head, he went into the backyard, put down the broom, lit three incense sticks, and placed them on the cabinet in the main room.

The smoke curled upwards, seemingly pointing somewhere, but quickly dissipated without a trace.

......

Yongqiang Guesthouse.

Zhou He went to the pool to wash his face, and Ga Gouwa was already standing behind him waiting for him.

"Didn't you run away with the money?"

Zhou He smiled and shook the water droplets off his hands.

The little dog was laughing happily:

"How could you do something like that!"

The two walked to the counter. The old man squinted, tilting his head to listen to the radio. The radio crackled and popped, as if the signal was bad, and a woman's voice came through:

"Mr. Dai Liangxuan, deputy director of the Meat Research Institute of Beijing University, and his team of researchers arrived at Jincheng University today. They will conduct a ten-day investigation and research."

"You little rascal, why are you following her when she goes out?"

The old man opened his eyes, sat up, and looked at Ga Gouwa.

The little dog seemed a bit afraid of the old man and whispered:

"Uncle Yongqiang, you're making money."

Old Man Yongqiang sized up Zhou He, who smiled and met his gaze. After a while, the old man lay back down and waved his hand.

"I locked the door when I got back late."

"Okay, Uncle, I understand."

After leaving the house, Zhou He took Ga Gouwa to a restaurant across the street and ordered a bowl of noodles.

"Sir, aren't you going to eat?"

When the little dog talks, he has to wipe his mouth with his sleeve to prevent drool from dripping down.

Zhou He shook his head:

"Eat your food, I'll pay."

Aren't you hungry?

Zhou ignored him and looked toward the kitchen.

In the kitchen, a fat, bald chef was making noodles. As the noodles flew, he could vaguely see an oil lamp sitting in a Buddhist shrine on the wall behind the workbench.

After finishing the noodles, Ga Gouwa drank even the soup clean, patted his belly, and followed Zhou He out the door.

"Sir, what would you like to do today?"

Do you know where Jincheng University is?

"I know, it's a bit far from here, it would probably take three or four hours to walk there."

Zhou and Xiaoxiao adjusted their hats:

"Let's go, lead the way."

He has excellent stamina and physical strength, abilities that come from his job as a meat carrier.

But Ga Gouwa has a weakness.

After all, he was young and hadn't had enough to eat for a long time. He couldn't keep up after walking for a while, but he still gritted his teeth and followed. When he saw Zhou He looking at him, he even jogged a few steps, afraid that Zhou He would think he was too slow and not earn this money for him.

Let's get a ride.

Zhou He saw some tricycles by the roadside, each with a tarpaulin covering the cargo bed and long benches welded into the interior, guessing they were probably there to pick up passengers.

"Sir, it's expensive, but it's not a long walk away."

"It's okay, I'll pay."

Zhou hailed a tricycle and told the driver he wanted to go to Jincheng University. The driver silently pedaled the tricycle without saying a word.

Ga Gouwa's eyes held a complex expression. He got into the car, watching the roadside trees slowly move away behind him, and began to speak:

"Sir, you're so rich, you shouldn't be staying in a guesthouse."

Zhou and Xiaoxiao found a comfortable position:

"Should I stay at a fancy hotel then?"

"At the very least, one shouldn't stay in a large bunk."

Zhou changed the subject:

"I saw a truck yesterday carrying a person who had broken the law."

"Those are people who ate meat, sir. You don't know how wicked these people are!"

Ga Gouwa was somewhat angry and continued:

"No, these aren't people, they're all, they're all..."

He couldn't remember the word for a long time, scratching his head and trying to recall it, but still couldn't. So he changed his words:

"You think they eat meat? They eat people!"

Zhou He pursed his lips in agreement and pressed on:

"How do you eat people?"

"I don't know either. Uncle Yongqiang said they're in some kind of business, that they learn some kind of magic by eating people, and that they don't even spit out the bones after eating the flesh!"

"That scary?"

"They secretly ate people, and once they ate them, there was nothing left. If it weren't for Grandpa Jincheng, who knows how many more people would have been eaten by them."

Ga Gouwa seemed to want to tell Zhou He how terrible those people were, but because he couldn't read, he couldn't think of a way to say it for a long time. He was a little anxious, and his face turned red.

Zhou He leaned against the back of the truck. The road was uneven, and the metal box on his chest rattled slightly with each bump.

"Cannibalism... So before Grandpa Jincheng existed, they just ate whatever they wanted? And nobody cared?"

"That's right. Uncle Yongqiang said that in the past, it was a time of chaos and people were suffering. Fortunately, there was Grandpa Jincheng. Look at us now, our lives are much better."

According to Uncle Yongqiang, the relationship between this child and the guesthouse owner is probably not that simple.

Zhou He nodded, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. On the way, he encountered another truck, still with the same "disobedient cannibalism" charge. Ga Gouwa woke him up and pointed at it, telling him to look.

Apart from this kid, everyone else, whether they were driving tricycles or walking, remained silent.

Taking a car is definitely faster, and soon the two arrived at the gate of Jincheng University.

The school occupies a large area. The buildings are not tall, but they look majestic when they stand there. Two walls surround the entrance, enclosing half of the mountain and isolating pedestrians from the street.

As Zhou He led Ga Gouwa closer, a burly, strong man stood in the guard post at the school gate, his eyes wary.

Upon seeing Zhou and the other two approaching, he gestured for them to step back.

Zhou He ignored Ga Gouwa's hint of tugging at his clothes and strolled over leisurely, observing him carefully.

"Stand there, don't come any closer!"

The guard shouted and rushed to Zhou He, reaching out to stop him.

"This is a restricted area of ​​the school, you..."

He sniffed, his eyes shifting, glanced at Ga Gouwa, looked outside again, turned and walked towards an inconspicuous corner under the wall, and gestured for Zhou He to follow.

Zhou He approached, pressed down on his hat, and looked at the guard.

The guard spoke cautiously:

"Didn't we agree that we wouldn't need to send meat over for the next few days?"

His eyes hesitated for a moment, then he said:

"I've never seen you before. Which lab are you from?"

Zhou He waved his hand, indicating that he shouldn't rush. He took out an iron box from his inner pocket, slowly opened it, and the guard saw the knife the moment he put his hand behind his waist and took a step back.

Zhou He took out his student ID from the tin box, opened it, and it read:

"Beijing Meat Research Institute"

There are photos and names.

Zhou He took off his hat, brushed aside his messy, medium-length hair, and revealed his face.

The guard's eyes darted around, and he said "Wait" before running back into the school. A short while later, he came out with a man who looked like a leader.

"Hello, Zhou, I'm Section Chief Niu from the Security Department..." The leader organized his thoughts and said:

"The acting deputy director instructed that you might come in the next few days, but..."

At this point, he paused to organize his thoughts before continuing:

Why are you dressed like that?