In the dimly lit room, there were several rows of shelves filled with specimen-like objects.
These things used to be available upstairs in the Natural History Museum: organs, viscera, and fetuses of varying sizes.
The most eye-catching thing is the cabinet in the middle. There are two glass jars in the VIP position, and the "big treasures" are soaked in formaldehyde.
I used to often hear the older generation say that the cabinets in the cleansing room were particularly important, as many of the eunuchs’ “treasures” were kept there.
I don’t know if this jar has anything to do with eunuchs, after all, the collection is too eye-catching.
"woke up?"
The old man sweeping the floor transformed into a man about 40 years old.
No wonder they couldn’t find the person. It was just a sanitation vehicle, who would have thought of using it to transport people!
"The room is full of my collections. What do you think, little girl? Do they look good to you?"
Jiang Cha didn't see his friends and didn't know where they were.
I had no choice but to talk to him and see if I could find out where he had gone.
"Are you looking for those two? What a shame! This room is dedicated to collecting various organs. You'll be keeping them company later. I need to see what's worth collecting from you."
After saying that, he looked up and down at the ginger tea, assessing where it would be best to brew it.
Clenching my fists, I suppressed my discomfort and asked him, "Where are my two friends? Are they already in the jar? Or are they still somewhere else?"
"Don't worry! Your two friends are very much to my taste and they sing very well. When dealing with girls like them, of course you have to treat them well with good food and drink. But you should worry about yourself for a moment. No one in this room can sing."
Damn, discrimination!
Those who can't sing opera have to be used as specimens. Who made this rule?
"Can you sing?"
"Snap"
Jiang Cha got slapped in the face, and her teeth broke her mouth, leaving a salty taste in her mouth.
The perverted man would appreciate every frame carefully, and even worship the two "big treasures" seriously.
I haven't heard of any fertility cult in our country. Those who indulge in these things are all living a simple life. As for the "small", you have to worship the big. People have to have a wish, just in case it comes true!
Quietly taking out her small scimitar from the space, she helped him take it off and let him put it in his pocket.
"How long will it take you to collect all these?"
She chatted casually, and when the man raised his head proudly, she extended her index finger to give her some advice.
Jiang Cha took advantage of the situation and grabbed his index finger, twisting it hard.
With a "click", the finger broke. Taking advantage of the pain to distract him, I grabbed the small machete and stabbed it hard at the crotch of his pants. I felt something hit and turned the blade.
"ah--"
“Ahhh, ahh ...
The first sound was made by a man, kneeling on the ground with his hands covering his mouth.
The following is her song. Don't you like listening to music? Who can't hum? Teacher Gong's "Tante" is so beautiful. Art is diverse and very inclusive.
For example, right now, "Jiang Jiang, Dou Bao, are you okay? Why are there still those pig-killing cries?"
What a friend! Throw it away!
He quickly tied up the man and took the opportunity to tour the room.
They were so disgusted that they couldn't stand it, so they took the men out and stayed outside.
It is convenient to clean on a daily basis.
No wonder you know whether you can sing opera or not. The pavilion in the park can be seen very clearly from here, and you can hear the sound of opera very clearly.
"Why are you looking for an opera singer? Is it because you've been hurt before? What girl has such good taste that wouldn't be with a poor wretch like you!
By the way, you were in the room just now, so it didn't hurt that much, right? I stabbed you in the thigh. No wonder you're into organ fetishism. Was it natural or was it something you developed later?
I have never seen a eunuch in my life. Are you born a eunuch or did you castrate yourself?
Jiang Cha suddenly said a few words, and the friends were embarrassed (not shameless) and stared at the man curiously. If they girls were not there, Guangjin, the naughty kid, would have wanted to pull down his pants to see.
"I'm going to kill you all. I'm not a eunuch. As long as I gather the blood of 749 girls, I can grow bigger."
Things on the ground were wriggling like maggots.
They tied a lot of ropes. If you look closely, you can see that in addition to the ropes they were given, there are also quite a few twisted straw ropes.
When the police arrived, they saw a man covered in blood, covering his crotch.
I asked him to show his ID card, but he played tricks and said he lost it and didn't have time to apply for a new one.
He also pointed at them and said that these people came in, beat him up and stole his things.
I have never seen anyone so shameless, Jiang Cha said a few words to him.
"Steal something, what did you steal? Steal the treasure that you used to purify yourself? Look at this knife of mine, it's a perfect match for you."
Seeing the policeman's puzzled look, I explained to him seriously that this is used for castrating pigs.
The man was taken to the nearest police station. He alone caused unrest in the entire capital.
Finally, they caught him, but I heard the trial wasn't going well. The man was incredibly tight-lipped, and no matter how hard I asked him, he kept saying he didn't know.
I also suggested to my superiors that I tell her what I want to say. If you don't know, you might think they have a very close relationship.
"Tell me, what do you want from me?"
"Nothing, I just want to listen to another opera."
She just didn't understand why everyone sang better than her.
"Ahhhhh, ahhhhhh, Adedi, Adedi's holding a knife..."
The man's expression was painful, but he didn't stop her.
Others sing for money, but she sings for her life.
He is still thinking about me when he is about to die. How big a grudge has he made?
"Who is singing? We warm the loneliness! The white clouds are floating..."
Please stop singing, isn't that enough? The two friends, having worn off the effects of the drug, were curiously examining the specimens.
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