"Bro, brother, I'm sorry."
"Brother, you have to forgive me, I, I didn't mean to eat you, I, I'm just too hungry."
"Once I'm full, I, I will make offerings to you every year!"
The man chewed on the rat meat forcefully, tears of remorse streaming down his contorted face, looking exceptionally eerie.
Lin Zichen frowned, realizing something was off about the man.
He immediately turned and left, deciding to take a detour and not to go back home by way of the garbage station in front.
But just as he turned to leave, the man in the garbage heap sensed his presence, looked up at his retreating figure, and said to the half-eaten rat in his hand:
"Bro, brother, I, I don't have to eat you anymore, I, I can eat people!"
The man's voice was crazed, but in the silent night, it sounded utterly chilling.
At the mention of "eating people," Lin Zichen's face turned pale, and he instantly took off running.