Author: Yin Taotaoziy

Lin Qiao lowered her eyes calmly, avoiding the suspicious pieces of meat on the plate, and took a mouthful of rice before saying, "I just want my parents to eat pork once in a while, so let them eat more."

She now thought that she should still take Chu Ji with her. If the plan was to kill Lin Yuqian, she might die first.

Song Liancheng's body was actually taken over by a foreign species, an unexpected result.

How could there be so many alien species in Wandering City, and she encountered them one by one?

Lin Qiao sighed inwardly.

She leaned closer to Luo Jinyu, picked up her fork, inserted the "pork chops" without changing her expression, and put them all on the other person's plate, "Mom, thank you for your hard work along the way. I will always have the opportunity to eat here again in the future. You guys?"

Eat more."

For a moment, Luo Jinyu felt that it was inexplicable that she was being nice to him, but she couldn't resist the fragrant meat on the plate at all. After hypocritically praising her as a good daughter, she ate more and more cheerfully, with her mouth full of oil.

During this period, Song Liancheng lay half of his body on the dining table, holding the table with both hands, his head raised high, looking at Lin Qiao with a kind face, while the big mouth with a split in the middle of his neck continued to eat.

A lot of meat residue splashed onto the plate of Lin Deshun, who was sitting close, but he didn't react at all.

The scene was so weird that no one noticed anything was wrong except Lin Qiao, who pretended to be calm and ate white rice.

This alien species has the ability to blur people's senses and induce hallucinations.

Lin Qiao stood at the door, watching her parents get into the car after eating and drinking, thinking that Chu Ji's touch must have worked.

He said he was not strong enough, so he cut off his tentacles to try to feed himself. Now he can understand what happened.

Those spores floating in the air like dust can make people hallucinate, but they have no effect on her.

Her monster is also a master of detoxification.

Lin Qiao turned around and followed Hong Jing upstairs to find her bedroom, while asking: "What do I usually need to do."

Hong Jing actually didn't know. The only thing she knew clearly was that Song Liancheng bought Lin Qiao back in the first place to satisfy his own perverted selfish desires that he couldn't express.

She opened the door, thought for a while and said, "If Mr. Song doesn't ask you to come to the bedroom, you can cook with me in the kitchen, or help pick peaches for the guests who come here."

"Are all these porks brought from outside?" Lin Qiao looked around the bedroom and asked casually.

Hong Jing said: "It was Peng Lingyun who brought it. She is responsible for purchasing."

Lin Qiao went over the appearance of that gentle woman in her mind. Just now in the study, she was hysterically blaming her. She seemed to regard Song Liancheng as extremely important, but it seemed that she didn't.

After introducing the bedroom, Hong Jing took her downstairs to go over the layout and walked to the kitchen outside. "The kitchen is placed in a small house alone. Mr. Song likes to cook ingredients in the most original way, and the space in the house is small and there is not much room for cooking."

"

Lin Qiao followed her through a gravel road and watched her open the kitchen door.

In an instant, a strong smell of blood hit his nostrils. Lin Qiao's pupils shrank, her breath suffocated, and her fists hanging by her sides were clenched tightly.

Looking around, there was a pig hanging upside down from the kitchen beam, with a wooden basin half full of blood placed underneath.

Turning a blind eye to all this, Peng Ling took it calmly and stood at the kitchen counter facing Lin Qiao, holding a kitchen knife and chopping pork.

Hong Jing said: "Pork leg bones are not easy to chop."

Peng Ling didn't even raise his head, he bent his arm and wiped the sweat from his face, "Yeah, it's not easy to chop. The meat will be boiled a little bit in the evening, and the pig blood will be used to stir-fry."

Lin Qiao never spoke, and the two of them looked at her at the same time.

"Lin Qiao, why do you look so ugly?"

Hong Jing followed her gaze and looked at the white pig hanging upside down, "Is there any problem?"

Lin Qiao endured it again and again, adjusting her breathing rate as slowly as possible, and followed slowly, "The smell here is a bit strong, I'm not used to it."

The hanging man closest to her was still alive, with a deep cut on his neck. His protruding eyeballs suddenly turned to look at her, and his lips moved slightly, "Help, help me."

Lin Qiao glanced at the other person out of the corner of her eye. She was a dark-skinned girl with many sun spots on her face, caused by the wind and sun.

With just one glance, she could confirm that the other person was also a street rat.

"Mr. Song eats meat every day, so the pigs are all freshly killed by me." Peng Ling put down the knife, exhaled, and looked directly at Lin Qiao, "What are you looking at? I think that pig screams very loudly."

It’s ugly, isn’t it?”

Lin Qiao looked away, her heart beating like thunder in her chest, and her face was calm, "I'm just curious. I haven't seen live pigs since I was a child. What do you think they sound like?"

"How else can you scream? It's like a human being wailing, and sometimes it can be heard far away, and it's very noisy." Peng Ling became impatient, "You come and chop it for me? I still have to deal with the other end.

pig."

"OK."

Lin Qiao came to her side, took the bloody knife, and moved it against the leg bone on the chopping board with great ease.

Peng Ling looked at her expression from the side, and after confirming that it was correct, he took a sharper knife and stabbed the dying pig's neck hard.

There was a muffled sound, like a throat gurgling after choking on water.

Blood splattered on the shoe, Hong Jing frowned and backed away, "Move softly."

Peng Ling glanced at Lin Qiao and said with a smile: "Thanks to Mr. Song's money, I can let you eat pork, but this is the last one, and I have to go out to buy it again."

Lin Qiao took their actions into consideration, nodded slightly, and endured without saying a word.

Peng Ling threw away the knife and said in disgust: "Okay, hang for a while and the blood will dries up. I'm going to take a bath. The peach-picking guests will come to pay later."

As soon as she left, Lin Qiao also put down the knife, piled the meat pieces into the basin, washed her hands and went to find Hong Jing, "How do you usually kill this pig, Sister Peng Ling?"

Hong Jing pointed to the chest of the corpse, "She usually stabs the neck to bleed. When she encounters a few people who are screaming, she will cut more."

"I see."

Lin Qiao nodded, with a subtle look on his face, fleetingly, "Learned a trick."

The pig that Hong Jing saw was that the human chest was the pig's neck and the wound was there.

And just now she saw Peng Ling killing a pig and slitting the man's neck with precise aim. According to Hong Jing, the knife should be inserted into the man's chest.

So what they saw were different?

If Hong Jing was not misleading, then Peng Ling could also see the truth, right?

Peng Ling purchased the food and killed the people. From the dialogue, it can be basically concluded that Hong Jing was only responsible for cooking.

So where did Peng Ling get these people? Why didn't so many people go missing without attracting any attention? There was only one possibility to avoid attracting the attention of the police.
Chapter completed!