"This is the school, right?"
Jiang Qiao looked at the plaque over the entrance. It read "Congcheng District Third Middle School." As a former landlord, making small talk with an elderly neighborhood lady was hardly difficult for him.
After a few casual exchanges,
he soon obtained the address of the restaurant that cooked with human flesh, along with the name of the school Auntie Gui Fen's grandson attended.
They went to the little restaurant first.
It had been closed for half a year.
There was nothing inside.
Everything had been cleared out.
The surrounding area was quite lively, though. The shops on either side were packed with customers, seemingly unaffected.
Jiang Qiao and his companions weren't the only ones there.
Every so often, someone else would point at the restaurant
and exchange a few comments.
"Hey, A Zhen, didn't your A Qiang used to come here for stir-fry every day? Doesn't that mean you indirectly ate human flesh when you kissed him?"
Well!
The big-mouthed girl named A Zhen replied without missing a beat, "I've eaten quite a few people myself."
Everyone around her immediately stifled their laughter.
The three of them looked around.
Presumably, the owner was just a scumbag who had dreamed up this scheme when meat prices rose. With a convenient supply available, they had gone into the human-meat business, just like Sun Erniang.
Their investigation yielded nothing.
Undiscouraged, they headed to the school attended by Auntie Gui Fen's darling grandson.
Oh!
Well, damn!
The moment they approached, Jiang Qiao caught a faint whiff of rotting corpses.
"Something really is wrong here."
He wasn't the only one who smelled it.
Don and Liu Yuanyuan beside him had caught it too.
"It's coming from the cafeteria."
It was noon. A little over twenty meters beyond the gate