Scent of a Woman
Xiang Kun returned to the kitchen and picked up the camera he had left there, connected to his computer and recording around the clock, to check it.
He had originally bought this camera specifically to film the four rabbits he had injected with his blood and saliva, but it seemed unlikely that they would undergo any changes. The two cages holding the rabbits had originally been placed on the kitchen spice counter. When Xiang Kun needed to cook, he had moved the cages aside, but he had not turned off the camera.
After checking the angle, he found that it had captured most of the area by the stove where he had been cooking.
So he returned to his room, picked up his laptop, opened the surveillance feed, saved the video recorded over the past few hours, and opened the file to watch it.
Though the video quality was fairly poor and the angle was awkward—after all, it had not been intended to film Xiang Kun—it still basically showed his cooking process.
The video showed that after Xiang Kun turned on the music and began cutting up the rabbit meat, he initially only swayed to the rhythm, shaking his shoulders and tapping his feet.
But as time passed, by the second song, he had already started letting himself go. He looked as though he were on a dance floor, the wok in his left hand and the spatula in his right joining the rhythm. He shook so hard that the seasonings and rabbit meat in the wok spilled all over the floor without him noticing. At one point, when he got really into it, he even did Michael Jackson's moonwalk—though the execution was rather tragic.
Without any audio, the footage looked even stranger.
Xiang Kun could