That night, I once again poured out the milk my husband had given me.

I curled up under the covers, feeling a bit of anticipation.

I was wondering if I would hear the voice of Xiao Zhao, who had gone missing during the day.

But I didn't; I only heard the rustling sound of clothes being rubbed outside the bedroom.

Shortly after, I heard the front door being gently closed.

My husband had gone out.

I put on the coat I wore during the day and hesitated for a long time, wanting to follow and see what was going on.

When I reached the front door, I heard two men talking outside.

Separated by a security door, I couldn't hear clearly but could vaguely recognize one of the voices as my husband's.

"The taste is good..."

"...hidden well..."

"Next one...ready...?"

"Your wife...partner..."

"If not...eat..."

I pressed my ear against the door, trying to hear more clearly.

But the sound suddenly stopped. Before I could understand, I heard footsteps gradually fading away outside.

Then, it was the sound of a key being inserted into the lock.

Suddenly realizing something, I stumbled and quickly turned back to the bedroom, luckily only a few steps away.

Just as I lay down on the bed, the front door was unlocked.

I lay on the bed with my eyes closed, pretending to sleep, and heard heavy footsteps approaching my side.

One step...two steps...a creak...the door was pushed open...

A man walked in, and the bedding beside me sank.

Then, it seemed like he got close to me, his breath with a stench of raw meat blowing on my face.

"Heh." The man chuckled softly.

In the silent, empty night, I could only hear my own heart beating like a drum, about to jump out of my chest in the next second.

He didn't stay long; he threw something on the nightstand beside my bed, then left, closing the door behind him.

I didn't dare open my eyes, but after a while, I couldn't resist my curiosity and looked towards the cabinet next to my head.

At a glance, my pupils shrank.

It was the piece of meat I had stuffed into my pocket in the evening...

The next morning, my husband was already gone.

On the table was a pot of leftover meat soup from last night. It had been sitting for a while, and the grease had formed a sticky layer that looked like human skin.

The house was empty, and I suddenly missed my son.

I found the phone and called my mother-in-law.

But no one answered on the other end.

Feeling a bit annoyed, thinking of the strangeness from the night before, a vague unease settled in my heart.

In a fit of anger, I threw the phone onto the sofa. The phone slid down the gap between the leather cushions.

I crouched down, reaching under the sofa with effort, and scratched my arm against a sharp corner, leaving a red mark.

Finally, I pulled out a phone.

But it wasn't mine.

After charging and turning it on, the phone's screensaver was a photo of me and my husband.

Strange? Is this my husband's phone?

Then I opened the contacts and found many names I didn't recognize.

"Anyang's Xiao Liu, Henan's Xiao Xiao..."

Then I opened QQ, thinking it would be my husband's QQ account inside.

It turned out to be a stranger's QQ number, with the password already pre-entered, only needing a click to log in.

Upon logging in, a series of red dots bombarded me crazily.

Messages flooded the phone, causing it to freeze.

Pinned at the top was a QQ group:

"What's done is done, let's eat first"

...

Inside, I saw an ID with an avatar that looked a lot like my husband's, and the group nickname was: Devourer 3.

And the QQ ID of this phone was: Devourer 2.