A faint light flashed in the darkness, and a fleeting ray of light was cast on the face of a stout man with a cold expression. The stout man took two strong puffs to light his cigarette, and the room fell into darkness again, leaving only the flickering cigarette butt. Standing still for a moment, the red cigarette butt slowly moved forward, rising and falling irregularly with each step.

  Suddenly, a red light flashed!

  Drawing a perfect parabola in the air, it falls heavily to the ground, stirring up a deafening roar.

  After a long time, a blurry figure in the darkness fumbled to turn on the light. The swollen-faced officer, with half a cigarette in his mouth, shouted angrily: "Im Emperor Polo! Who the hell put this turtle box in the middle of the floor?"

  With one foot, he kicked away the models that were running wildly on the ground. The officials gaze swept across the operating table and finally landed on two oversized cleavers. These two knives had thick backs and thin blades, with their entire bodies being pitch black except for the blade edges which shone brightly. At this moment, they were stuck in an eight-shaped pattern on the chopping board, with the high-angled wooden handles resembling two giant cannons bursting into the sky.

  The officer strode forward, and as he passed by the case board, he lightly tapped the back of his knife. With a "ting" sound, a faint dragons hum emerged from the dust, and in an instant, the room fell silent, leaving only the sound of footsteps echoing incessantly.

  He walked to the ice cabinet, pulled open the door with force, and inside a dozen or so frost-covered white carcasses hung from iron hooks swaying gently. Officer Jing spat out the cigarette butt in his mouth, his gaze sweeping across the many bodies before stopping at one of the white ones in front of him, where he gave its rear a pat, seemingly quite satisfied with the feel of it. He reached out and took down the naked carcass from the iron hook, hoisting it onto his shoulder.

  As he turned, his empty left hand grabbed into the cage beside the icebox and a chirping Chiquita girl fell into his palm. Walking back to the chopping board, he swung his shoulder and threw the meat onto the table, his right hand pinched the Chiquitas head and twisted it with force, amidst the cracking sound of bones breaking, the young Chiquitas dying wail was brutally cut off, stifled in her throat.

  His hands flew about, feathers floating everywhere, the sweat washing away the hair stuck to his face and body. He wiped the sweat from his brow, tossed Chikins corpse onto the chopping board, and with a few swift strokes of his blades, severed Chikins head and limbs. With another slash, he opened up Chikins belly, reached in with one hand, and after some tugging and pulling, removed all the internal organs.

  He flung aside the miscellaneous objects in his hand and with the other he threw Chiquitas body into the boiling water, while the officials gaze returned to that of the mare.

  Hand up

  The sword falls

  A whole piece of buttock separated from the body, falling right in the center of the chopping board. The executioner raised his double knives again, let out a low shout, and left behind a trail of residual shadows in mid-air.

  Flesh flies everywhere!

  The frozen blood fell on the scorching body of Jingguan, turning into tiny red dots, and then flew back into the air with the movement of his body.

  After the flesh and blood flew, the officials double knives were stuck on the chopping board again. His left hand pulled the greasy apron at his chest, throwing the thick oilcloth into a distant corner. His right hand stretched out, lifted the lid off the face basin, took out a large lump of white and tender flour, and placed it on the operating table.

  Rough and large hands forcefully squeezed, pressed, kneaded, and pounded, the snow-white dough changing shape like a plump breast, the sound of heavy breathing growing more intense...

  At last, after a long sigh, a rod more than two feet long and as thick as an inch appeared in the hand of Jingguan, rolling constantly.

  About a quarter of an hour had passed, and the sloth in the hall had already looked inside for the seventeenth time, but there was nothing except darkness. Just as he was about to get up for the eighteenth time, the heavy footsteps broke the silence of the night, and a giant eight feet tall carried two large ocean bowls out.

  Officer Jing flipped his hand, and two large bowls flew towards Shu Lan, heavily landing on the table. "You woke me up in the middle of the night just to eat two bowls of chicken noodle soup?" Officer Jing stared at Shu Lan with wide eyes.

  The sloth opened its arms wide and quickly shoveled two bowls of wonton noodles into its mouth with both hands.

  "Its not good like this." The officer shook his head and said.

  "It is... it is."

  Twenty-three and a half.

  Shu Lan pulled out a 100-yuan bill from his pocket and threw it on the table, then hastily stood up to leave. "Halt!" The quiet officer suddenly shouted, scaring Shu Lan so much that he almost fell to the ground.

  "What kind of person do you think I am?" Jing Guan narrowed his eyes and stared at Shu Lan.

  "No... nothing else... no other meaning." The tree sloth said: "The extra is considered a tip, dont look for it."

  "Who wants to give you money?" The officer threw the banknotes at Tree Lazy: "Exchange two 50s!"

  Looking at the figure rolling and crawling away, Jing Guan waved his arm and shouted: "Is there anyone else!!!!!!"

  (And who else: In Mongolian pronunciation is Kampas)

  He stood still for a moment, then put the two banknotes he had obtained into his underwear. The officer patted his hands and turned to leave. A hoarse voice floated out from the corner: "Treating customers like this is not acceptable, the consequences are very serious, the boss is very angry!"

  He pulled out a crumpled pack of Nanjing cigarettes from his buttocks pocket, and in the palm of Jingguans hand, a box of matches appeared magically. With a series of popping sounds, one by one, twisted into various shapes, the cigarettes flew up into the air. Jingguan tilted back his head, opened wide his mouth, waiting... waiting...

  But not a single cigarette fell into his mouth, all the cigarettes fell on the shiny bald head of the boss. The boss with a brain full of smoke stood up with a gloomy face and spat out two words: "Get out."

  He puckered up his mouth, brought the cigarette box to his lips, rolled his tongue, and the last cigarette fell between his lips. He crumpled up the cigarette box and casually threw it under the bosss feet. The officer took out a match from his chest full of black hair and struck it with force, and a wisp of blue smoke rose in the light rustling sound.

  He lit a cigarette and took two heavy puffs, then spat out two words: "Damn it!"

  The boss seemed somewhat intimidated, hunching his body back into the shadows, yet still feeling the officials piercing gaze. After a brief pause, he ventured out another sentence: "Ill pay you your wages tomorrow."

  Again in the darkness, he quietly made his way to the bathroom, carefully lifting his legs and stepping lightly. He gently turned on the faucet, using warm water to wet a towel, and meticulously wiped down his body. The fragments of flesh and bloodstains stuck to his chest fell away from his thick chest hair as he cleaned himself. After finishing, he used a damp towel wrapped in soap to rub down his body, then rinsed off with clean water.

  Humming a little tune while wiping away, seemingly not worried at all about having just lost his job.

  Having done this three times, he was certain that his body no longer had the smell of blood and flesh. Only then did he sneak into the bedroom naked. He walked to the bedside, took out the banknotes with body odor from his underwear, put one under the mattress, and placed the other on the pillow of the sleeping woman. He leaned over and gently kissed the womans forehead, saying softly: "Dear, this one is for you."

  Creeping into the study in the dark, gently closing the door, turning on the light, opening a notebook, typing a line of words on the computer...

  Blood is boiling!