After taking a few deep breaths.

I picked up the chopsticks from the kitchen.

Walked to the table.

Perhaps we are too sensitive, in a society ruled by law, how could there be a dismemberment case happening right beside us, and turned into human meat dumplings in a bizarre way.

It's not like writing a novel.

But there was a drumbeat in my heart.

Could it actually have toes in it?

The temperature dropped abruptly in the night.

My breathing became rapid as well.

My hands and feet were ice-cold and stiff.

I almost couldn't hold the chopsticks.

This one looks very normal.

There's nothing inside.

I opened the dumplings one by one, smelling the inside.

Fortunately, there were no strange things like fingernails in my mind.

Just when I relaxed my guard.

As I opened the last dumpling skin.

A round bead suddenly rolled uncontrollably to the edge of the table.

My scalp tingled, and I screamed in horror!