This psychologist is weird

Chapter 166

"Boom...boom!"

"Chuck... cluck..."

The knife chopped open the bone, and there was a sound of chopping on the chopping board.

Struggling on the verge of death, the chicken slit its throat and let out a cry.

"...Selling vegetables, selling vegetables, the offal is cheap."

"Animal thing, what's it called... Do you want to buy one, I'll kill it for you right away."

Intertwined voices.

This is an open-air vegetable market.

Beside the back and forth criss-cross road, there are stalls paved one by one.

On the road, one after another silhouettes intertwined.Behind the stalls, there are always smiles on the faces of people who look like vendors.

Chen Lun was standing behind the stalls on the side of the road in the open-air vegetable market,

There is also a stall in front of you.

With his face still calm, Chen Lun just stood quietly, his eyes falling in front of him.

The scene in front of him is naturally reflected in his eyes.

The booth in front of him was covered with a piece of plastic sheeting, and on top of the plastic sheet were some internal organs, such as the liver and sausages of chickens, ducks and poultry, the hearts and lungs of pigs and sheep,
There was still some unwashed blood on the internal organs, and some blood dripped in the potholes that were not smoothed by the plastic sheeting.

In front of the booth covered with plastic paving, on the road, people pass by the booth from time to time,

Someone held a pig's heart and cow's lungs strung with straw in his hand, dripping blood all the way to the ground.

Someone held a chicken with its throat cut, and the chicken let out some inaudible cries from its throat as it walked.

People passing by had smiles on their faces, and some people stopped at the booth in front of Chen Lun and the booths next to them, stretching out their hands to pick out the heart, lungs and internal organs on the ground.

Standing behind this booth,

Chen Lun raised his eyes naturally,
The top of the head is unobstructed, but the dense cloud is wrapped around and densely covered, which seems to be pressing not far from the top of the head.

Under the cloud, it was just a little dark.

The darkness permeated every corner, hovering around the passing figures.

There was barely a gleam of light, and on the road, there were blurred shadows of figures.

Lower your gaze, turn around,
Chen Lun turned his head and looked to the side.

Next to it, there is also a stall not far away.
It was a chicken seller, and the tied chickens were thrown on the ground of the stall.

The vendor standing behind the stall was a middle-aged woman with a smile on her face and a sharp knife in her hand.

Enthusiastically, he greeted the figure passing by the booth.

"Give me one."

A figure stopped in front of the booth.

"...Boss, why are you selling these things?"

There was also a figure squatting down in front of the booth in front of Chen Lun,
With a smile on his face, he stretched out his hand to pick and choose from the offal of chickens, ducks, pigs and sheep dripping with blood on the stall.

Chen Lun turned his eyes away, calmly, and landed on the figure who stopped in front of the booth, without answering.

In front of the booth, the squatting figure, with a face full of smiles, has blurred facial features, just like the one before, as if it was roughly outlined with some kind of paint crayon.

Some other figures passing by on the road, not far away, there are vendors selling chickens and ducks, and they all have the same smiling faces.

Chen Lun didn't answer, the figure squatting in front of the stall was still smiling,

After picking and choosing from some offals of chickens and ducks in this stall, it seemed that he didn't find the right one, so he smiled, got up again, and walked forward.

Chen Lun stood calmly, and then turned his eyes naturally,

On the side, the vendor selling chickens and ducks is greeting customers,

With a smile on the face that was roughly smeared with crayons,

From the ground, he grabbed a well-tied chicken, held the sharp knife in his hand, and stabbed it directly into the chicken's throat.
Blood flowed down the knife, flowed on the hands of the vendor, and dripped to the ground.

The chicken let out a scream, flapped its wings, and was still struggling in the hands of the vendor.

"Kill it, here it is."

Pulling out the knife, he handed the blood-dripping chicken to the customers in front of the stall with a smile. The vendor raised his blood-stained hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"thanks, thanks……"

The guest was full of joy, carried the still struggling chicken dripping with blood, gave the money, and left.

"No thanks, no thanks, I'll come back next time I buy something..."

"...Hey, young man, there is business here, why don't you do it."

After the vendor greeted the guests, he turned his head and looked at Chen Lun, with facial features smeared with crayons, and with a smile on his face, he was talking to Chen Lun.

Chen Lun's eyes were calm, and they fell on the vendor's face.

Seeing that Chen Lun didn't answer, the vendor didn't care. He smiled and turned around again.
Raising his hand, he scratched his face casually,
The flesh on the vendor's face was scratched, but the flesh underneath was not flesh, but cotton.

The cotton was stained with some blood from the vendor's hands, but the vendor didn't seem to notice it.

Turning his head back and forth, with a smile on his face, he scratched the cotton under the skin, followed the movement of the vendor, squeezed up from time to time, and fell to the ground from time to time.

Calm down, Chen Lun's eyes fell on the vendor,
Then he turned his head back naturally and landed in front of him.

In front of the booth, down a step, along the edge of the vegetable market road,

Some blood was flowing down from the front. I don't know which stall killed the chickens and ducks and left it along the roadside, or the blood dripped from the stalls and gathered together.

A line of blood dripping on the side of the road passed the stall in front of Chen Lun and continued to flow down.

In front of the booth, some pedestrians carrying chickens, ducks, and offal still fell.

However, the figures of these pedestrians also gradually changed.

Someone pulled the hair, and the hair was caught in the hand. On the scalp, it seemed that the seam had suddenly exploded, and it split to the sides, exposing the cotton inside.

The skin and flesh on someone's body festered little by little, like a piece of ignited paper, spreading to the surroundings little by little. Under the rotten flesh, what was exposed was not muscles and bones, but shimmering wood.

Someone's flesh was scratched from the eye sockets, and some cotton under the flesh fell down from time to time. The cotton was like a chicken caught in the hands of a passing figure. In the dripping blood.

It's just the passing figures and the vendors setting up their stalls, who seem to be unaware of it.

Still smiling, selling chickens, carrying offal,

The cotton exposed under the skin was squeezed and squeezed by the movements of these figures.

at last,

Some figures with festering skin and flesh all fell to the ground.
The figure of the body seems to be tearing the seams, and the cotton seems to be a little too much.

Underneath the flesh, the cotton on the legs seems to have fallen completely, the flesh hangs shriveled, and the figure inside is empty,

It seemed that the lacquered face was still smiling, but in the next step, he fell to the ground without moving.

Immediately afterwards, the entire vegetable market suddenly fell silent.

Clouds linger over the vegetable market, and darkness permeates everywhere.

There was no sound of chopping meat, the crowing of chickens and ducks, or the voices of street vendors and pedestrians.

Pedestrian figures on the road, holding bloody chickens and ducks, offal,

Without any movement, I became puppets, puppets,
Either standing up, with hands hanging down, or just falling to the ground, with a smile on his face.

Standing behind this booth, I looked at the puppet standing on the road and the upside-down puppet.

Chen Lun's eyes were calm,

Turn your eyes a little more naturally,

To the side, not far away.

The middle-aged woman selling chickens and ducks has become a puppet,
Still wearing the previous clothes, with lacquered facial features on his face and a smile on his face,
At the opening where the flesh was scratched earlier, some of the cotton inside fell out, leaving a hole.

The cotton next to the hole was still stained with blood.

Pausing his gaze, Chen Lun naturally turned his gaze, and then fell in front of him,

Just stood there quietly, as if nothing had happened.

around,

Immediately afterwards, the environment began to gradually change.

(End of this chapter)