Starting with the flesh-based stimulant

After waking up, Zhou He sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, his mind still a little hazy.

On the basement roof, there are traces of old water stains that have corroded the cement, which do not peel off but remain on the surface.

Like a face.

Ga Gouwa had already woken up. He washed his face, filled a basin with water, washed and wrung out a towel, and draped it over the edge of the basin.

"Sir, would you like to wash your face first?"

Zhou He nodded with a sullen face, took off his hat, and picked up a towel to wipe his face.

A thought flashed through his mind like lightning.

He tried to grasp the idea.

But that thought was like an eel, slippery and hard to shake off.

Zhou He's face was contorted with rage, clutching a towel in his hand, muttering to himself:

"No, no."

The next second, the familiar fog rose from an unknown place, and his breathing became heavier and heavier as he tried to stay awake.

"Sir, we're going to carry meat today."

Ga Gouwa's voice rang out, interrupting Zhou He's thoughts. He nodded blankly.

"Yes, we're going to carry meat."

He stood up, put his hat on his head, and led Ga Gouwa out of Yongqiang Guesthouse.

The sky was overcast today, and there weren't many people on the street. Another truck carrying prisoners who had eaten meat passed by.

Yongqiang Guesthouse was not far from the city gate. Ga Gouwa led Zhou He through a maze of streets and alleys, and soon they arrived at a dilapidated boiler room.

The boiler room is usually deserted, and it looks dilapidated.

Zhou He vaguely felt that this dilapidated appearance was somewhat deliberate.

Or rather, awkward.

Although there was a lot of dust and stains, there were no cobwebs in the corners, and no signs of rats or other insects on the ground.

Entering the boiler room, I pushed open a small door. It seemed to be a small hut where the boiler operators lived, with some luggage piled up in various places.

Ga Gouwa laboriously moved aside several quilts, revealing a large hole leading to a long, dark passageway.

"Sir, once you exit this cave, you'll be outside the city."

Zhou He adjusted his hat and touched the iron box in his arms.

"Let's go."

Following Ga Gouwa through the passageway, after walking for about ten minutes, a wooden plank appeared in front of us.

Ga Gouwa struggled to move the wooden plank, revealing another sizable hole. Outside, the dark sky seemed to be brewing a heavy rain.

"Sir, we'll be there just outside."

Zhou He didn't say much, crawled out of the cave, and sure enough, they had arrived outside the city. This side was closer to the road leading to Xia City.

The streets were deserted, without a single pedestrian.

After getting their bearings, Zhou He walked silently ahead, with Ga Gouwa following closely behind.

The moisture in the air became increasingly concentrated.

When they arrived near the platform below the mine, there were no dismembered limbs as Zhou had imagined. The area was clean, as if it had been washed, and the ground was still covered with yellow earth.

It seemed that the image of the peddler pushing his cart recklessly was just a dream.

"Is it a dream?"

Two words flashed through Zhou's hazy mind.

A thought arose, only to be suppressed by the fog.

After walking up the embankment, Zhou He paused for a moment at the entrance of the wild meat mine with its green glass facade, then turned right.

There are nine identical cave dwellings on the right, and these cave dwellings are filled with domestic meat, depending on its different characteristics... Yao Yao used this word to describe it.

Based on different characteristics, it was divided into nine caves, representing the nine types of mines: male, female, old, young, infant, pregnant, disabled, mentally challenged, and strong.

He silently pushed open a door. There were no words on the door, but Zhou remembered that this mine represented the ruins.

"With such heavy rain, you still have friends coming to your door?"

The mine owner was an older woman, not very tall, dressed casually, revealing wrinkled, dry, and uninteresting skin.

Zhou He didn't speak, but just stood in front of the counter, looking at the fish tank inside.

The layout of this mine is different from that of Boss Liu's place. There is no side door or eight-immortal table. There is only a long wooden cabinet with a long fish tank inside.

There was a lot of meat floating in the fish tank.

Upon closer inspection, you'll find that the meat is either incomplete or abnormal.

Some were missing hands, some were missing legs, some had heads as big as buckets, and some had hunched backs.

Each piece of meat floated silently, not moving, just closing its eyes and drifting up and down with the weak current.

Zhou He suddenly felt that the state of the meat looked somewhat familiar.

I've seen it not only in the old hunchback's memory.

Strange, where have I seen this before?

The fog in Zhou He's mind hadn't dissipated, and he couldn't believe it.

"Boss, fill the container with meat."

Zhou He pointed to the fish in the tank, to the meaty creature with an enormous head.

Yao Yao hadn't decided what kind of meat she wanted, as long as it was different in texture. She chose this one simply because Zhou He happened to see it floating on top.

Moreover, because its head was so big, its body was somewhat unsteady, swaying back and forth, making it particularly conspicuous.

"Thank you, 80."

The proprietress pursed her lips and, in a huff, found a hard iron hook with a handguard at the end.

She put the protective gloves on her hands and tapped the fish tank. The big-headed fish seemed to be startled awake, and with a "bang," it broke through the water's surface, jumped out, and landed on the long counter, bouncing around.

It looks just like a fish that has just been pulled out of the water.

Zhou counted out 80 yuan, placed it on the counter, muttered a few incantations, and without lighting a lamp or burning incense, turned his back to the counter, grabbed Da Tou Rou's hands, and with a exertion of his waist and legs, hoisted the money onto his back.

He turned around silently and followed Ga Gouwa out of the mine.

As Zhou He passed the stage, he stopped and took a closer look.

There was nothing there.

No blood seeped into the soil, no flesh fell to the ground.

Clean and tidy, with yellow dust covering our faces.

With a barely perceptible sigh, Zhou He bent over and headed towards the secret passage.

As I passed by the gate of Jincheng, I could vaguely see two figures dressed in black, one slightly taller and the other shorter.

The two were talking to the guards, but Zhou He couldn't hear them clearly from a distance.

Just as Zhou He crawled into the hole, he heard a loud "boom".

It's raining outside.

The passageway wasn't narrow. Ga Gouwa led the way, holding an oil lamp in his hands. Zhou He didn't know when he had lit it.

Stepping out of the boiler room, Ga Gouwa turned around and asked Zhou He:

"Sir, how do we get to Jincheng University?"

Zhou He then realized what was happening.

Passing the guards at the gate was just one hurdle to avoid, but the city was full of Jin Cheng's territory. If he were to openly carry the meat and swagger to Jin Cheng University, it probably wouldn't be very safe.

Why didn't I think of this before?

He looked at Ga Gouwa:

"Do you have any ideas?"

Ga Gouwa pursed his lips, glanced at Zhou He, and said nothing.

Zhou He frowned again, deep in thought:

"If you have an idea, just say it. You'll get a share of the profits."

Ga Gouwa's expression became even more conflicted. After a long while, he gritted his teeth and spoke:

"Sir, I saw a large coat in the boiler room. Put it on and cover your flesh."

From a distance, he just looks like a hunchback.

Are you hunchbacked?

Zhou He was a little dazed again.