Chapter 737: Chapter 737: Tomato Ketchup with Mulberry Juice
Little Taotie and the girl exchanged a glance, seeing in each other’s eyes the eagerness to try without a hint of fear.
Girl: “Does Zaizai want to see?”
Little Taotie nodded vigorously.
The middle-aged male perforr quickly intervened, “Don’t look, you’ll have nightmares!”
“We’re not afraid, right?” the girl asked Little Taotie.
Little Taotie nodded vigorously.
After all, he was a young detective of the Special Departnt! Fearless of anything!
Humph, even real ghosts were not scary to him!
Little Taotie lifted his little chin, sowhat proudly.
The middle-aged male perforr persisted with his advice, “For the sake of the show, they even arranged a corpse. I heard from the director that the prop master is a sculpting expert. The corpse he made is too realistic. You really shouldn’t look; it will give you nightmares!”
“Is it really that realistic?” the girl’s eyes sparkled. “The more you say that, the more I want to see it!”
She looked at Little Taotie, who nodded frenziedly, his large eyes full of curious light, shining brightly.
The middle-aged male perforr held his forehead, “I was so disgusted that I threw up, didn’t you see?”
The girl gave him a sidelong glance, “Forgive for being blunt, but you are just faint-hearted.”
Little Taotie covered his mouth and snickered secretly, like a mischievous Kitty.
Facing the gaze of both the old and the young girls, the middle-aged male perforr felt a glaring “disdain.”
Taking a deep breath, the middle-aged male perforr sighed in resignation, “It really is scary. If you insist on looking, I won’t stop you.”
The girl took Little Taotie’s hand, striding boldly toward the n’s restroom.
Since the middle-aged male perforr had rushed out of the n’s restroom, the door was now wide open. Everyone inside was carefully observing the cri scene and the “corpse,” so no one noticed the girl leading Little Taotie by the hand as they entered.
They passed the partition that blocked the view; the full panorama of the n’s restroom ca into sight.
To the left was a row of urinals; to the right, a row of stall toilets.
The third urinal was full of bright-red blood, the white urinal had turned dark red, with dried blood sticking to it.
The door of the third stall on the right was open. The toilet lid was closed, the white toilet marked with mottled bloodstains.
The corpse lay across between the third urinal and the third toilet stall, like a human bridge.
The corpse faced down, its back stabbed nurous tis; its legs were twisted, as if broken in a struggle, limply intertwined, like a pretzel.
“May I see the front?” Ji Guang asked.
The director nodded, “Feel free to look.”
A mber of the Rock Band said, “Even though I know it’s a prop, I still feel uneasy.”
Ji Guang stepped forward, touched the blood on the ground, and asked, “What is this?”
Director: “Tomato sauce mixed with mulberry juice.”
Ji Guang slled it and nodded, “It definitely slls like tomato sauce.”
The red of the tomato sauce mixed with the purple of the mulberry juice had turned into a rust color. As the mulberry juice oxidized over ti, changing from purple to black-purple, the rust-colored bloodstain would also slowly turn dark purple, just like real blood turns dark red over ti.
The mbers of the Rock Band, originally imrsed in fear, heard their conversation and beca sowhat disillusioned, diminishing their fear.
They squatted down, mimicked Ji Guang’s actions, dipped a bit of “blood”, slled it, and nodded, “The sll of tomato sauce is strong.”
Ji Guang asked, “Not scared anymore, right?”
The mbers of the Rock Band nodded in unison.
Ji Guang: “Since you’re not scared, give a hand and flip him over.”
“Ugh!”
“…Alright then.”
“…Can do.”
With their help, Ji Guang successfully flipped the “corpse” over, face up.
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