After I calmed down, Guo Li asked me: Do you want to go see Xiao Zhao?

I agreed.

But what difference does it make whether I see her or not?

Xiao Zhao is already insane.

From the night she disappeared, from the night she was imprisoned by her husband and A Hui, from the moment she learned she was about to be dismembered and eaten, from the moment she personally killed her husband.

This sensitive and fragile woman was destined to no longer be normal when her body was abused, her worldview shattered, and her hands stained with blood.

Sure enough, Xiao Zhao was very agitated when she saw me.

But she still didn't say the words that Guo Li wanted to hear.

She kept saying: "Zhang Yu is dead!"

"We are liberated!"

"I saved you and saved myself!"

As she waved her arms, her sleeves slowly slid down, revealing skin underneath without any intact flesh.

My gaze toward her was full of pity, but also joy for my own salvation.

I looked at Xiao Zhao, and Guo Li looked at me.

Guo Li understood that his suspicions, without any evidence, were just baseless imaginations.

So he brought me to Xiao Zhao, trying to find a flaw in my reactions through Xiao Zhao's behavior.

Unfortunately, he overestimated Xiao Zhao and underestimated me.

Soon, the case was closed.

At the same time, the city’s case of missing single women that Guo Li was also investigating came to a conclusion.

Meanwhile, the police discovered a group on the husband's phone: "Given the circumstances, let's eat first."

The group consisted of people with abnormal eating habits from all over the world, and two members were from this city.

One was Cannibal 3, and the other was Glutton 5.

These were my husband and A Hui, the son of the old lady downstairs.

They abducted single women, cruelly dismembered them, and ate them, causing an uproar in the city.

Zhang Yu was dead, but A Hui wasn't. He didn't escape but was quickly arrested by the police.

The day he was taken away, I wore black clothes and carried a large black plastic bag.

The black bag contained pork ribs I had just bought from the market.

I entered the community from outside while he got into the police car in shackles.

As he was being escorted into the police car, he kept staring at me and the black plastic bag in my hand.

I slightly curved my lips and nodded at him.

There was a clear dividing line between us; he stood in the shadow of the building, and I stood in the spring sunshine.

Behind him was the police car, and ahead awaited the judgment of fate; whereas I was about to be reborn.

On the day of A Hui's execution, I boarded a northbound train with the old lady downstairs.

The relatives of the two cannibalistic murderers, forced by public opinion, had to leave the city and rely on each other.

Seeing us off was my high school friend, Guo Li.

I knew he must have suspected something, but everything requires evidence, and he had none.

As I boarded the train, I felt a bit lightheaded.

I said to Guo Li, "Given the circumstances, goodbye for now."

I helped the old lady onto the train, then looked back at Guo Li.

His pupils dilated, his hands clenched slightly, seemingly shocked.

I smiled brightly as the train headed north.

…

At that moment, I felt like a bird escaping a cage into freedom.

Back then, I did not yet know that some birds could escape the cage momentarily with luck and wisdom.

But eventually, due to desire, they would fly into another death-ridden crossroads.

Final Chapter

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