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He had not finished speaking when the iron door suddenly swung open. A dazzling golden light burst forth from within, and my Right Eye erupted with unprecedented power. The broken Golden Threads began to reconnect, mending the boundaries between two worlds.
"No!" Chen Ming screamed as his body started to dissolve. "This is impossible..."
I felt Lin Xiaoyu's soul separating from my Right Eye; she transformed into a beam of white light and merged into the iron door.
"Goodbye, Xu Rong," her voice was filled with tenderness. "This is my mission..."
As she departed, I sensed the power of my Right Eye reaching its peak. A massive golden pillar of light shot into the sky, repairing the shattered boundary. Chen Ming let out a final scream before dissipating into black smoke.
When the brilliance faded, I found myself standing at the entrance of the subway station. The sky had returned to normal, but I knew this was merely a temporary calm. The boundary between the two worlds remained fragile, and my eyes were still the key to safeguarding it all.
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Xu Rong stood in the kitchen, staring at the bubbling Lap Cheong in the pot, feeling that something was off. This box of freeze-dried Lap Cheong had been gifted by the owner of a newly opened hot pot restaurant during last night's company dinner.
He remembered how Chen Ming had stood at the door with a strange smile, handing out beautifully packaged Cured Sausage Gift Boxes to everyone. When Xu Rong took the gift box, he felt Chen Ming's fingers were icy cold, sending an involuntary shiver down his spine.
The Lap Cheong in the pot emitted a rich Fragrance, but Xu Rong thought it was overly intense, carrying a hint of an elusive fishy sweetness. He picked up a piece and placed it in his mouth; the meat was exceptionally tender, almost melting away instantly, yet there was an indescribable stickiness when he chewed.
"Ding dong—" The doorbell rang suddenly. Xu Rong set down his chopsticks and wiped his hands.
Through the cat's eye, he saw the delivery man standing outside the door.
"Mr. Xu? Your package."
Xu Rong took the parcel, which contained the spices he had ordered online a few days ago. He casually placed it on the coffee table and turned back to the kitchen.
The Lap Cheong in the pot had turned pale, its surface glistening with an eerie sheen. He picked up a piece and examined it closely, noticing that the cross-section of the Lap Cheong had an unusually neat texture, unlike that of ordinary meat; it resembled... Xu Rong's hand suddenly trembled as memories of human tissue specimens from his anatomy class flooded back to him.
"It can't be..."
He muttered to himself but found himself instinctively pulling out his phone to search for images of human tissue. As one picture after another flashed by, his face grew increasingly pale. The intestinal tissues in those images bore an uncanny resemblance to the Lap Cheong in his pot.
Xu Rong rushed to the bathroom, desperately gagging until he expelled everything he had just eaten. His stomach convulsed violently, cold sweat trickling down his forehead.
When he looked up, his reflection in the mirror revealed a ghostly visage, with remnants of vomit at the corners of his mouth. Trembling, he dialed his colleague Xiao Lin's number. "Did you... did you eat the Lap Cheong last night?"
"Yeah, it was pretty good. Why?"
"Don't eat it! That Lap Cheong is problematic!"
Xu Rong nearly shouted, "I suspect it's... it's human tissue..."
There was silence on the other end for a few seconds before Xiao Lin burst into laughter. "Old Xu, have you been under too much stress at work lately? Maybe you should see a doctor."
Xu Rong hung up, knowing that no one would believe such an absurd claim. He had to find evidence!
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