Section 257 Fresh Meat

This is a middle-aged white man.

He was very strong, with his developed muscles bulging high from the surface of his arms and thighs, and soft and smooth fat layers on his waist, hips and abdomen. He lowered his head, his brown-gray hair scattered and fell from his forehead, and his blood-covered eyes stared fiercely at everyone who could see his eyes.

"He is the slave worker leader in East 27. There are twice as many slaves in that area than us. From last month to now, they have eaten six of our companions. Last week, I talked with the mines in several other districts to share all the slaves under this man. As for him... it is our best dinner today."

Li Jiajun said slowly, without any unnecessary expression on his cold face. He saved the bloody and chaotic battle process and directly let Lin Xiang understand what he wanted to do at the moment.

The voice was not loud, but it was enough for the white man tied and hung on the wall to hear it clearly. He glared at his round eyes, which reflected the faces of Lin Xiang and several others standing beside him, and also reflected Li Jiajun pulled out a half-foot-long curved knife from the belt behind his waist, walked slowly towards himself, reached out to grab his hair, lifted his lower forehead, pressed the sharp blade horizontally on the surface of his scalp, and scraped it hard from top to bottom.

Since it is food, it must be washed and peeled.

Li Jiajun's movements were very fast and steady. The blade shoveled across the white man's head at a sixty-degree angle, carrying all his hair up with roots, and dense blood spots penetrated out from the surface of the blue-gray skin, spreading slowly at a speed that could be seen clearly by the naked eye. The severe pain made the white man scream with all his strength, but it could not stop the moving knife in Li Jiajun's hand. It was meticulous and plain, and would never miss any concave and convexity that might remain at the roots. The sharp tip and blade tip cooperated with each other to completely remove all the parts that might hide the silt.

"boiling water----"

Leaving the last handful of hair in his hand, Li Jiajun's expression did not change at all. He turned his body to the side and allowed about half a meter of space. Two slaves standing next to him quickly took out a shabby clay pot that was already ready and filled with boiling water. They put a few clean-looking fine linen cloth into the water, soaked it with special iron pliers, and directly covered the hot and wet cloth emitting hot steam on the head of the white man covered with blood.

The man's blood-filled eyes suddenly widened, and his pupils suddenly shrank at an incredible speed. The strong temperature stimulation made him unable to bear this extremely cruel torture. He opened his mouth wide and burst out with a scream that was enough to shake his eardrums. His neck, which could barely move, was thrown around like crazy, but the wet cloth clamped by iron clamps had no intention of sliding off the top of his head. Instead, they were held tightly by two slaves and wiped hard on the surface of his broken scalp.

Li Jiajun picked up the clay pot containing water under his feet and poured boiling water with a heat temperature of more than 90 degrees on the man. The moment the liquid contacted the body, the man's throat let out a hysterical howl again. The smooth skin surface suddenly showed a shocking bright red, and translucent bubbles of different sizes and shapes appeared in the middle of the rapidly expanding pores. Every muscle in his body was trembling, and every nerve was tightened to the extreme. As the boiling water remaining on the surface of his body slowly rolled down, the center of the completely expanded pores also released thick and sticky sweat filled with various impurities and salt.

"Watering it with boiling water will help to discharge dirt left in the body. High temperatures stimulate the nerves and make him sweat the most in a short period of time. It tastes less fishy———"

As if he wanted to explain his actions, Li Jiajun muttered to himself, took the hot water basin handed over by another slave, and poured it from the white man's head again. With the heavy breathing and pleading screams, he turned his body to several slaves standing beside him, and said lightly: "Clearn, clean it up-----"

The tools were still fine linen, and with a bent knife with a hand, four slaves stood around the white man on the left and right sides, both up and down, carefully and carefully cleaning every corner of his body with dirt.

Scrape off the tucked hair, cover the surface of the body with a damp hot towel, completely scald the surface of the skin, and gently apply it to tear off a thin layer of oily skin immediately.

The two slaves pressed the white man's hands and feet heavily against the wall. The onlookers standing nearby walked out of the other people. They clamped the man's nails tightly with dull iron pliers and pulled them out with all their strength. The broken nerves quickly conveyed the unbearable severe pain to the brain, and the most direct manifestation of the body was the wailing scream of the man's mouth that was so shrill that he completely lost his original voice.

Li Jiajun stood in a clearing ground more than three meters away from the man with his arms and expressions. A lancet was trembling between his right fingers. The blade, which was about two inches long, was flat, and the thin blade was about the same sharpness as a medical scalpel. It jumped flexibly between the five fingers, passing through the gap arrogantly and hardly, without leaving any scratches on the surface of the skin.

"You shouldn't touch my people----"

Walking forward, Li Jiajun reached out and held the dying white man tightly, pulled the head that was nearly half dead, with a light bulging out of flesh on his head, gently patted his face with a cold and smooth blade, and said, "Eat people and keep flesh... This is the so-called fairness——"

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Jiajun, who looked cold, suddenly sneered. He grabbed the man's throat with his back and pushed him back towards the wall. The lancet held in his right hand flexibly turned a knife between his fingers. The rotating knife stopped, and the end of the handle was tightly pinched by his fingers. Before the people standing next to him could see clearly, the tip of the knife, which was shining with cold light, had penetrated into the position where the man's throat was connected to the clavicle. After just cleaning, a striking bright red line was left on the surface of the skin occupied by the pink halo, and then went down in sequence, the blade and incision became deeper and deeper, and it was cut to the bottom of the body, bypassing the soft and shrinking genitals, and completely broke the round abdomen.

The white man's mouth expanded to the limit, and the stiff muscles seemed to have lost the function of letting it retract. A "hoho" sound came from the deep black throat. The effect of this knife was far from the unbearable pain that was forced to pull out by the nails, which made people crazy, completely disappear, but caused the last little hope left in the man's subconscious mind to disappear completely, such as the nerve center that was tense to the extreme bowstring was completely relaxed at this moment, and was completely disconnected under this last and fatal blow.

Li Jiajun, with a cold face, reached into the man's open body, and flexibly cut off the heart and lungs with the knife held in his right hand. Immediately afterwards, he approached the left and right sides of the abdomen, and the shape seemed to enlarge the kidneys of kidney beans. Two slaves holding clay pots in their hands stood aside, and the vacant basin was soon completely filled with various fresh human organs. Just above these organs that were emitting warmth and thick fishyness, fresh and still trembling slightly, were covered with the liver that had just been cut from the man's body and had dark red blood seeped out from the incision.

A flat, wide and large enamel basin had already been placed under the feet of the man's body. This was obviously a residue of the civilization of the old era. The blood flowing from the man's body had already submerged two-thirds of the volume in the basin. The part near the edge of the basin had begun to solidify, forming a regular and round line on the surface of the smooth and hard basin wall.

A slave raised the blood-filled basin and walked carefully to the side of the empty iron pot near the wall. Several other slaves picked up a few bags of prepared food and poured it into the pot. This thing was actually a mixture of barley flour, bran, wheat grains, rice and ground bread crumbs. The slaves put enough salt and water into the pot according to the ratio, and then slowly mixed the blood on the surface into it, stirring it evenly, and kneading into fists-sized dough.

There is not much food that can be eaten in the wasteland world. People will not miss any food that can increase nutrition to the body. Even blood contains energy ingredients and various trace elements that hungry people need.

The man's stomach bag was a little more troublesome to deal with. Li Jiajun poked out his left hand and reached into the almost empty chest cavity of the corpse, grabbed the top end of the esophagus, and waved his right hand to cut the slippery hose from it. He dragged the stomach sac that was half hanging like a waist bean, pulling out the intestinal tube that had already been released from the wound inside the abdominal cavity. He held the esophagus in his hand and handed it to the slave next to him. Li Jiajun leaned out again and crawled into the man's body, slowly stretched along the lower end of the smooth and smelly large intestine. Until he approached the anus, he slowly held the intestinal tube with his fingers and gently pinched it, splitting the feces that were blocked upwards and squeezed out the part. The intestinal tube held in his palm was completely closed, and it was confirmed that it could not leak and penetrate at all. Then he stretched out his right hand holding the knife and took off the entire large intestine completely along the bottom position connected to the excretion pipe.

The boiling water scooped out of the iron pot poured on the cut stomach sac and intestinal tubes, flushed the yellow and green feces and sour stomach juice that emitted a nauseous smell, and quickly disappeared into the dark and dirty semicircular wellhead along the sloping water pipe next to the wall.

As long as it is cleaned, the large intestine that is filled with shit is also a nutritious and top-quality meat. In the wasteland world, people who have been struggling on hunger for many years will not cause any waste during the dissection process.

All the rest of the work is left to others to complete.

Split the limbs, chop them into small pieces, smash the thick leg bones into several segments with a machete, and leave the most nutritious things like bone marrow and fat to the thin companions... When all the finishing work is completed, every corner of this dilapidated building is filled with the rich aroma of cooked meat emitted from the vast iron pot cooked in one mouthful.

Li Jiajun was silent and watched the slaves work quietly. The trembling flames in the stove reflected his entire face red, outlining a hard outline that was thin without losing his sense of strength.

For some reason... Lin Xiang always felt that this man with a cold and cruel appearance always had an indescribable slight melancholy between his eyebrows.

A shabby porcelain bowl with jagged worms and rats on the edge was filled with uneven notches, filled with meat soup that kept steaming, was delivered from the slave to Li Jiajun and then to Lin Xiang.

"You are lucky, and you'll be eating meat tonight. It's just a little bit smaller. Eating full is impossible, but it tastes much better than eating moldy dry bread-----"

Li Jiajunping held the soup bowl, and his sharp eyes stabbed Lin Xiang's eyes like a sword. He did not speak, but it was enough to make people feel that it contained vigilance, temptation, suspicion and even hostility.

Lin Xiang took the bowl and bright oil beads floated on the surface of the turbid soup liquid. Several balls of boiled brains were floating up and down in the soup. Just near the edge of the bowl, one completely deformed, dragging several linear nerves, cooked and gray, and looked like the eyeballs of a large tadpole, slowly rotating with the shaking soup liquid.

The smell that comes to your nose is very fragrant and makes you salivate.

However, reason repeatedly reminds himself that this is human flesh.

The slaves surrounded each other again and looked at Lin Xiang with indifferent and distrustful eyes.

"You can ignore it, no one will force you. You can leave now, we will never stop it———"

Li Jiajun's voice was very light, but he could hear it clearly enough.

In the wasteland world, cannibalism does not mean sin or cruelty. In the face of the threat of hunger, morality has no possible place.

Lin Xiang is not against eating people. But this does not mean that he can eat people himself.

Of course, if he is dying of starvation for some special reason, or if he is on the verge of being exhausted from ammunition and food, he will also eat it.

No matter what aspect, now, there is no reason to eat people.

Holding the bowl, Lin Xiang turned his doubtful eyes to Li Jiajun standing opposite him. He didn't understand why this man used this method to judge his intention? He belonged to the Red Republic Army, but he hated this powerful organization extremely... Why is this?

"Don't you want to know the answer? Drink it, I'll tell you everything-----"

Li Jiajun held his hands and stood there, and the cold and emotional voice faintly revealed a devil-like temptation.

Lin Xiang stood quietly, the smile on his face had disappeared without a trace. Reason told him that at this time, he should release a smile that represents kindness and gentleness, but for some reason, he just couldn't smile, and even had no interest in maintaining the smile he was used to.

Time passes by minute by minute. Through the inner wall of the porcelain bowl, the temperature transferred to the surface of the palm is slowly getting colder. The floating oil beads no longer release an attractive luster. As the heat gradually drifts away, the smell you smell at your nostrils is no longer a strong meaty aroma, which has a more offensive fishy smell.

"If I was so hungry that I could not eat, I would be very happy to have such a bowl of soup. But now it is obviously not. I am not against eating people, which does not mean that I have to eat people myself. From now on, the daily food rationing of all slaves in Bloodstone City will double. I don't want something like this to happen again today. Hate can be calmed down through killing, but hunger does not have to be satisfied by eating the same kind. Although this world, which is no different from ruins, does not have morality, we cannot deny this beautiful trait left over from the old era... We are humans... humans----"

Lin Xiang calmly handed the soup bowl back to Li Jiajun's hand. The moment his fingers touched the edge of the bowl, the latter immediately noticed a faint and actual tremor. He was beating violently like a volcano at the same time. He could erupt at any time and was pressed down by a huge piece of ice that fell from the sky. He wanted to erupt, to be angry, to devour and tear all the things that his eyes could see, but he could do nothing.

Looking at Lin Xiang, Li Jiajun's eyes looked like ice that was still.

"You are not the same as other replicants I've met..."

After nearly five minutes, he slowly opened his mouth and said, "But I still won't believe you. Perhaps this is just a new game used by the political commissars to play with people's hearts."

Lin Xiang's breathing was even and peaceful, which was the result of his deliberate control. He knew that if he did not use this method to forcibly suppress the impulses and anger deep in his heart, he would probably make some extreme actions.

That's right, Li Jiajun was indeed a member of the Red Republican Army. But what he did has begun to touch his moral bottom line on another aspect.

"Can you tell me where Qi Yue is? Or Fang Yujie can do it."

After thinking for a moment, Lin Xiang quickly selected the question that was most suitable for solving the current situation from the countless methods of handling in his thinking space.

These two names obviously have a magic power of special significance to the slaves. Their faces were cold and confused and puzzled, and even Li Jiajun himself was shocked. However, after only a few seconds, he returned to his original indifference and vigilance.

"I have to admit that the deception methods of the political commissars are indeed becoming more and more clever. But in some aspects, they are also ridiculously clumsy. I really can't imagine that you would use this method to deceive me...What do you want to get? We are just a group of slaves, a group of ordinary people without any evolution or strengthening ability. We just want to get the life that ordinary people should have... Well, if this is an experiment, then you should have received the expected results. I admit that you did choose to believe you a few times. But you are just a copyist, a mirror organism that relies on the resurrection of dead cells, a monster who has no independent thinking and simply relies on instilling memory existence————"

Lin Xiang's heart is getting colder and heavier.

He instinctively wanted to tremble.

This terrible source of fear was of course not because of Li Jiajun and other slaves standing in front of him, but the Red Republican Army, which was also regarded as the source of despair in their eyes.

To the west, crossing the vast heavy radiation area, in Xinjiang in the old era...what exactly happened?
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