Chapter 47 Placebo
Whether it was the Temple or Noah, what was the purpose of processing human flesh?
Ling Qiu sat in front of the computer, recalling the conversation between the two cult members. They killed that person simply because he was too noisy, and they were afraid that the cult's secrets would be exposed.
However, this alone does not seem to constitute a logical closed loop.
These people don't seem to be processing human flesh to dispose of corpses; rather, there is a human flesh processing chain that they can process some corpses as a side benefit.
Therefore, cults originally came with the purpose of massacre. They need to kill people continuously for a long time. In order to dispose of these people, they process them into canned meat and have everyone help them digest these corpses.
It's unknown how long this industry chain has existed, but at least that underground palace looks like it's been around for many years.
What purpose would a cult have in slaughtering such a large number of people? Ling Qiu immediately ruled out the possibility of sacrifice.
According to Cyrus, the evil gods generally believe that cyborgs are physically incomplete and have incomplete souls, so they prefer to sacrifice free people because free people are more complete.
However, none of the people Ling Qiu saw in that dungeon were free. They were listless and slow-moving, and both men and women had a noticeable scar behind their ears, a wound left from the forced removal of their chips.
Forcibly removing the chip can cause irreversible damage, such as severe headaches, nerve damage, slowed movement, and loss of reason...
The damage was varied, but the characteristics of everyone in the dungeon were very consistent: they were all listless, even calm, like cattle and sheep in a pen, calm as if they already knew the killing knife would be aimed at them.
Maybe it's not the chip's fault; maybe they were already like this before the chip was removed?
The moment this thought crossed Ling Qiu's mind, several things flashed through her mind. The first thing she remembered was that before, several men in black had followed her and wanted to remove her brain. She was able to escape that time thanks to Lu Lulan.
Later, Wang Zheng told her that he had donated his mother's body to some kind of brain research center. Although it was later destroyed by the military, perhaps by then, the brain of Wang Zheng's mother's body had already been removed?
brain……
Ling Qiu was at a loss. To be honest, finding out the truth might not help her revenge plan, but she had already come this far, and curiosity was driving her.
“I think you’ll probably want something vegetarian or dessert today.” Cyrus placed a small pudding in front of her.
"Yes, Cyrus, I really don't have much of an appetite today." Ling Qiu took a bite of the pudding. The light milky and sweet flavors mixed together, which diluted a lot of the discomfort that lingered in her olfactory memory.
“After you finish eating, you can go to bed and rest for a while. All the unpleasantness of today will fade away.” He said this as he took off his apron to deal with the plates left over from making dessert.
Ling Qiu's gaze involuntarily locked onto him.
Even though His limbs were disproportionately large, Ling Qiu still had to admit that his torso was quite captivating.
Even though he was only wearing a simple black T-shirt, his excellent physique and muscle proportions still made him look incredibly sexy. He had a broad back and a narrow waist, and you could easily see his taut waistline from the back.
For some reason, Ling Qiu felt that after seeing those human bodies cooked as "ingredients," she shouldn't have such desires anymore. But the opposite was true; her brain seemed to be subconsciously craving to see some superior and beautiful human bodies to cover up those unpleasant visual memories.
Ling Qiu bit her spoon tightly. The pudding in her plate was bouncy, which reminded her of a certain part of Cyrus's body, which was also bouncy and felt very good.
“Sesius.” Ling Qiu completely lost her appetite for the pudding in front of her. She stared at Sesius with burning eyes, her nerves tingling with excitement at the thought of what was about to happen.
"Hmm." Cyrus waited for her to continue, which would probably be some guesses or something related to today.
However, after waiting for a short while, he received nothing.
Cyrus had no choice but to turn around and ask Ling Qiu what was wrong, only to be met with her burning gaze.
He knew all too well what that look in her eyes meant.
Cyrus slowly curved his lips into a smile and said softly, "I didn't know you could still have such an interest now."
"Is it okay?" Ling Qiu asked eagerly.
“Of course.” He wiped his fingers clean one by one. “What do you want today? My tongue? Or my fingers?”
“...None of them, Cyrus, none of them.” Ling Qiu led him back to the bedroom, and without hesitation, she pressed down on him, her fingers sinking into his chest, leaving several shallow indentations where they touched.
“I want this part of you, Cyrus.” She rested her chin on His chest, her eyes pleading. “Can I play here today?”
Cyrus paused, then pulled her hand inside his clothes.
“Of course,” He said, “whatever makes you happy.”
Ling Qiu hadn't even taken off her clothes; the black T-shirt was so big that she could fit her entire upper body inside.
The pudding tasted quite good, with a light milky aroma. Ling Qiu felt better when she ate it. She didn't eat desserts much before, simply because the desserts sold in Mante City weren't very tasty, or at least didn't suit her taste.
But pudding only needs a gentle bite to break it down and melt in your mouth.
Unlike now, no matter how hard you try or how much you indulge, it won't melt like pudding.
Moreover, Cyrus felt no pain. Ling Qiu even thought that even if she tore it off right now, Cyrus wouldn't feel anything...
She felt as if her brain was being filled with blood, which made her movements extremely violent.
Sharp teeth are more like chewing than tasting; cool fingertips are more like tearing than stroking.
She seemed to have found the perfect stress-relieving toy, and she enjoyed it immensely, indulging her destructive desires to the fullest.
Beyond his clothes, Cyrus's mouth was slightly open. He didn't know whether to tell Ling Qiu that the premise for his lack of pain was that his power had not been sealed.
What? Does Ling Qiu want to use Him to experience what it feels like to eat people? Did the scenes she saw at the factory today, besides making her disgusted, also excite her?
Cyrus slowly calmed his breathing. He couldn't possibly argue with Ling Qiu, so he gently lowered his hand, which he had tried to push away several times, and placed it on her back.
He thought that if she wished, He could even feed her a little of his own blood.
Author's note: I've been updating this book rather casually lately because I'm still saving up drafts for the domineering CEO/innocent girl story _(:з」∠)_ (Yes, after writing the beginnings of several pre-orders, I found that this one was the smoothest), so my next book should be about an innocent girl!
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