"Initially, I thought my cooking was not to her taste, so I didn't pay much attention to it.
But later, I realized that was not the case.
One night, I woke up from my dream and heard movement in the kitchen, so I crawled out of bed.
"The lights were off, so I thought it was a thief. When I got closer, I realized that the back of the person in the kitchen looked like my wife.
She took out a large piece of meat from a plastic bag and held a cleaver in her other hand.
"The meat would make a lot of noise when she was chopping. Perhaps she was afraid of waking me up, so she cut open the surface of the meat and put in the seasoning before placing the whole thing into the pot.
"Meat stew? My wife is stewing meat at night?
Perhaps she's preparing for tomorrow's breakfast and lunch.
I love my wife, so even though I thought it was weird, I didn't disturb her. I returned to my room and peeked at her through the open door.
"It was already 3 am, and my wife's meat was finally ready. She looked outside and saw that the bedroom door was open, and I was still sleeping in bed.
"She did not want me to see anything, so she closed the kitchen door.
Then I heard the sound of teeth biting something. About 20 minutes later, my wife walked out of the kitchen with an opaque black trash bag.
"I don't know why, but I feel a little scared looking at her."
Her stomach was slightly bulging, and there was oil on her face. She had a satisfied smile on her face.
"After tossing the trash bag away, she took a shower to wash away the smell on her body. Then, like usual, she lay down next to me.
"The person who slept next to me seemed to have a special hobby. From that day onward, I realized that I did not understand her at all.
"I did not sleep that night. When I woke up in the morning, my wife was still sleeping soundly next to me.
"She was beautiful when she slept, and I couldn't help but want to kiss her, but what happened in the kitchen last night made me hesitate.
I looked at her stomach, and it was not as bulging as before.
Everything that happened last night felt like an illusion.
"I put on my clothes and went downstairs. The trash bin downstairs had already been cleared, and the black trash bag from last night was nowhere to be found.
"The next night, the same thing happened again. She seemed to have a disease that made her like to eat meat."
"I didn't sleep for the whole night. At four in the morning, after my wife fell asleep, I quietly put on my clothes and walked out.
"Before the sun rose, I rummaged through the trash and finally found the black plastic bag that my wife had thrown away.
"Inside is a bone full of teeth marks. It looks like a chicken."
"My wife can eat an entire chicken all by herself. I suddenly realize that I don't know her well enough."
"It's a new day, and my wife's abnormality continues. I wake up early every day to go through the trash my wife has thrown away."
"The more I look, the more frightened I feel."
"My wife seems to be experimenting with different kinds of meat. At first, it was chicken and fish, but later, I even found bags with cat and dog hair."
"I'm a cat lover, and it was from that day on that I felt the need to have a good talk with her."
"She must be sick, or there's a demon living in her stomach."
"No one would allow their lover to do such a crazy thing."
"I told her everything. Initially, she refused to admit it, but when I took out the black trash bag, she finally lowered her head.
"She told me that she couldn't control herself and that she would be very hungry at night, but other than that, she didn't do anything strange.
"She said that she would take good care of me and love me, but who would want their partner to be a crazy person?"
"After careful consideration, I decided to divorce her and end this short marriage in a hurry."
"My wife begged me to stay. I loved her, but her actions made me feel uneasy.
"I left her and moved out on my own."
"My wife seemed to still love me. She would leave me messages and call me every day, trying her best to contact me."
"Honestly, other than her quirks, she didn't have any flaws. She was gentle, caring, beautiful, and virtuous."
"Slowly, guilt and self-blame started to form in my heart."
"This lasted for about a month before I received a call from a strange man. He said that he was a police officer."
"He suspected that my wife was related to a missing person's case at the station. He asked me some questions and told me to be careful."
"I was glad that I left my wife so early. If I stayed a few days later, I would have been the one missing."
"When I returned to my rented place, I reheated the cold food and swallowed it whole."
"After eating, I felt like I was hallucinating."
"I saw my wife crawl out from under the bed."
"She looked at me with a smile and said that I didn't take care of my body. I hadn't seen her for so long, but my habit of not wasting leftovers had not changed."
"I didn't know how she got into my house, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to leave her again. We were going to be together forever."
The woman's story ended there. When she was done, No. 2 and Chen Ge subconsciously moved away from her.
This woman told the story of a wife from the perspective of the husband, but according to the plot of her story, the husband had probably died a long time ago.
If that was the case, the only person who knew the truth was his wife.
His wife was a radio host, and the woman had a beautiful voice. Many parts of the story were used to beautify his wife.
From these details, it could be seen that the woman before them was probably the crazy woman who liked to eat meat in the story.
"I haven't heard such an interesting story in a long time." The man on the left clapped his hands lightly. His gaze that looked at the woman was aggressive, and there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. "The stories of the three newcomers are all very interesting. It's hard to choose."
Then he slowly raised his head to look at Chen Ge. The eyes under the mask focused on Chen Ge's face. "No. 4, let me hear your story."
"Is it my turn now?" Chen Ge was thinking about that. The voice of the No. 3 next to him was very recognizable. Just from the voice, Chen Ge confirmed the man's identity.
No. 3 was a podcast host from a midnight radio station in Jiujiang. Her name was Lychee, and Chen Ge had listened to her show before.
The people in the room were looking forward to Chen Ge's story. After all, he was the fourth special newcomer.
Chen Ge stood at the corner of the room. No one could see that the blood was moving in the shadow behind him. The blood vessels were like threads, weaving a bright red shirt.
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