Chen Qi’s Basement
Chen Qi's villa had a basement.
Many people, including gamblers, prostitutes, public servants, housewives and tramps, were locked in the basement. All of them owed Chen Qi money but couldn't pay their debts within the time given limit.
They were confined in cages. Most people couldn't withstand the lure of money. They thought that with money they could buy everything they wanted. But in fact, there were some things, such as your life and your parents, that money couldn't buy. They had borrowed a lot of money from Chen Qi and spent it lavishly. Finally, they couldn't afford to pay back. These poor people had come to the end of a blind alley and sooner or later, they would die at the hands of Chen Qi.
It was summer. The exhaust fan revolved wildly; even so, it failed to suck the bad smell out of the basement completely. The basement was filled with the foul smell of sweat.
Chen Qi turned to the men in black and asked, "The room has awful stink. Why don't you clean it up?"
"Ask our company's cleaners to clean the room tomorrow," the leader of the men in black said to his men.
There were ten men in black including the leader.
The naked men and woman were put together in the cages. There were five cages in the basement and five people in each cage which had an opening for the prisoners to stick their heads out in turn to drink water and eat food.
Chen Qi furrowed his brows and said, "My water dispenser is out of water."
"Boss, choose one of them." Another man in black came over and handed Chen Qi a wooden stick with an iron hook strapped to its tip.
All the people in the cages desperately moved backwards, with fear in their eyes. They couldn't make any sound because they had been forced to drink the sulphuric acid before being brought to the basement and their throats had been completely destroyed. To some extent, they were no longer human beings but animals who were temporarily alive.
Chen Qi walked over to the second cage and poked the wooden stick through its bars. His eyes fell on a tall, strong, young man. The man was a gigolo. After borrowing ￥300,000 from Chen Qi, he spent all the money in gambling. In the end, he couldn't pay back the money within a year. He was now as poor as a church mouse. Since he had no money, he had to pay with his life.
The hook pierced and sank into his palm. He lay huddled up on the floor groaning in pain. Bright red blood from the cut in his hand dripped down and slowly flowed out of the cage along the crack on the floor.
Chen Qi nodded to the man in black, turned around and left.
As he got out of the basement, he took a breath of fresh air and felt refreshed.
The gigolo clung to a bar of the cage with both his hands and put up his deathbed struggle. Two men in black pulled him up from the floor, tied his hands and feet, and strung him up. A wide-bore needle was jabbed into his chest and blood from the main artery flowed along the perfusion tube into the empty water jug. The gigolo opened his mouth wide and gradually stopped breathing. The water jug was filled with blood and one of men in black put a cork in the opening of the water jug. The corpse's face was ghostly pale because all of his blood had been drained from his body.
His spongy penis, which had entered many rich women's bodies and given them orgasms, now was withered like other parts of his body. The corpse without blood would be thrown away instead of being kept in the cold storage.
All the others in the cages were numb. No one knew who would be the next to die. They had already left life and death out of consideration because they knew that they were bound to die sooner or later. The only thing they could do was to carefully poke their heads out of the cages and drink the dirty water.
The leader of the men in black pointed at the water jug and said to one of his men, "You go and bring it to the boss."
With a glass in his hand, Chen Qi pressed the refrigeration button of the water dispenser. The hot, fresh blood foamed and bubbled in the water jug. In summer, drinking hot blood could cause excessive internal heat. It was better to chill it before drinking.
He turned on the water tap of the water dispenser, filled his glass with the blood and swallowed it neat. The blood passed through the esophagus and into his stomach and he felt comfortable.
"What's the matter with you? I told you not to call me anymore."
Dong Ci's voice rang in his ears again. He was suddenly struck with a sense of grief, of loss. 'Forget her. Anyway, there are so many women in the world,' he thought to himself.
In the evening, Chen Qi intended to eat hot pot. He went to the basement and picked out a woman. Then he cut several pieces of meat from her bosom and waist, and sliced them. Everything was ready. He dipped the sliced meat with the blood in the boiling broth, turned it around several times until the meat changed color to show that it was cooked, and then ate it with some mustard. It was sour and spicy, barely delicious.
After a day's sleep, Dong Ci ate dinner alone at home. She ordered a takeaway because she had no idea of what to eat for dinner without Luo Nan by her side. She held a bowl of minced pork congee with preserved egg and shredded salted vegetables in her hand and ate it with a spoon. Ju Juxian in the mirror looked at Dong Ci with imploring eyes.
"What are the three ghosts playing at? They come to my home every day." Dong Ci stared at the mirror and murmured, "And that kid."
She repented having cuckolded Luo Nan last night, so she silently confessed her sins to Almighty God.
The more she wanted to forget what had happened last night, the better she remembered. From the bottom of her heart, she didn't want to forget Chen Qi.
All at once there was someone knocking on the door. The ghost in the mirror disappeared instantly.
Chen Qi’s Basement
Chen Qi's villa had a basement.
Many people, including gamblers, prostitutes, public servants, housewives and tramps, were locked in the basement. All of them owed Chen Qi money but couldn't pay their debts within the time given limit.
They were confined in cages. Most people couldn't withstand the lure of money. They thought that with money they could buy everything they wanted. But in fact, there were some things, such as your life and your parents, that money couldn't buy. They had borrowed a lot of money from Chen Qi and spent it lavishly. Finally, they couldn't afford to pay back. These poor people had come to the end of a blind alley and sooner or later, they would die at the hands of Chen Qi.
It was summer. The exhaust fan revolved wildly; even so, it failed to suck the bad smell out of the basement completely. The basement was filled with the foul smell of sweat.
Chen Qi turned to the men in black and asked, "The room has awful stink. Why don't you clean it up?"
"Ask our company's cleaners to clean the room tomorrow," the leader of the men in black said to his men.
There were ten men in black including the leader.
The naked men and woman were put together in the cages. There were five cages in the basement and five people in each cage which had an opening for the prisoners to stick their heads out in turn to drink water and eat food.
Chen Qi furrowed his brows and said, "My water dispenser is out of water."
"Boss, choose one of them." Another man in black came over and handed Chen Qi a wooden stick with an iron hook strapped to its tip.
All the people in the cages desperately moved backwards, with fear in their eyes. They couldn't make any sound because they had been forced to drink the sulphuric acid before being brought to the basement and their throats had been completely destroyed. To some extent, they were no longer human beings but animals who were temporarily alive.
Chen Qi walked over to the second cage and poked the wooden stick through its bars. His eyes fell on a tall, strong, young man. The man was a gigolo. After borrowing ￥300,000 from Chen Qi, he spent all the money in gambling. In the end, he couldn't pay back the money within a year. He was now as poor as a church mouse. Since he had no money, he had to pay with his life.
The hook pierced and sank into his palm. He lay huddled up on the floor groaning in pain. Bright red blood from the cut in his hand dripped down and slowly flowed out of the cage along the crack on the floor.
Chen Qi nodded to the man in black, turned around and left.
As he got out of the basement, he took a breath of fresh air and felt refreshed.
The gigolo clung to a bar of the cage with both his hands and put up his deathbed struggle. Two men in black pulled him up from the floor, tied his hands and feet, and strung him up. A wide-bore needle was jabbed into his chest and blood from the main artery flowed along the perfusion tube into the empty water jug. The gigolo opened his mouth wide and gradually stopped breathing. The water jug was filled with blood and one of men in black put a cork in the opening of the water jug. The corpse's face was ghostly pale because all of his blood had been drained from his body.
His spongy penis, which had entered many rich women's bodies and given them orgasms, now was withered like other parts of his body. The corpse without blood would be thrown away instead of being kept in the cold storage.
All the others in the cages were numb. No one knew who would be the next to die. They had already left life and death out of consideration because they knew that they were bound to die sooner or later. The only thing they could do was to carefully poke their heads out of the cages and drink the dirty water.
The leader of the men in black pointed at the water jug and said to one of his men, "You go and bring it to the boss."
With a glass in his hand, Chen Qi pressed the refrigeration button of the water dispenser. The hot, fresh blood foamed and bubbled in the water jug. In summer, drinking hot blood could cause excessive internal heat. It was better to chill it before drinking.
He turned on the water tap of the water dispenser, filled his glass with the blood and swallowed it neat. The blood passed through the esophagus and into his stomach and he felt comfortable.
"What's the matter with you? I told you not to call me anymore."
Dong Ci's voice rang in his ears again. He was suddenly struck with a sense of grief, of loss. 'Forget her. Anyway, there are so many women in the world,' he thought to himself.
In the evening, Chen Qi intended to eat hot pot. He went to the basement and picked out a woman. Then he cut several pieces of meat from her bosom and waist, and sliced them. Everything was ready. He dipped the sliced meat with the blood in the boiling broth, turned it around several times until the meat changed color to show that it was cooked, and then ate it with some mustard. It was sour and spicy, barely delicious.
After a day's sleep, Dong Ci ate dinner alone at home. She ordered a takeaway because she had no idea of what to eat for dinner without Luo Nan by her side. She held a bowl of minced pork congee with preserved egg and shredded salted vegetables in her hand and ate it with a spoon. Ju Juxian in the mirror looked at Dong Ci with imploring eyes.
"What are the three ghosts playing at? They come to my home every day." Dong Ci stared at the mirror and murmured, "And that kid."
She repented having cuckolded Luo Nan last night, so she silently confessed her sins to Almighty God.
The more she wanted to forget what had happened last night, the better she remembered. From the bottom of her heart, she didn't want to forget Chen Qi.
All at once there was someone knocking on the door. The ghost in the mirror disappeared instantly.
