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Chen Ming advanced step by step, and Xu Rong could smell the strong scent of blood on him. Just as Chen Ming was about to pounce, Xu Rong suddenly flipped the pot on the stove, splashing scalding hot water onto Chen Ming.
Chen Ming let out a piercing scream, covering his face and retreating. Seizing the opportunity, Xu Rong raised the kitchen knife and brought it down with force. However, Chen Ming reacted swiftly, dodging to the side and grabbing Xu Rong's wrist in return.
The two struggled in the cramped kitchen, pots and pans crashing to the floor. Xu Rong felt his wrist being crushed, but he held onto the knife tightly, refusing to let go. Just then, urgent knocking sounded from outside the door: "Police! Open up!"
Xu Rong suddenly remembered that while confronting Chen Ming earlier, he had secretly dialed the police with his other hand. Hearing the police's voice, Chen Ming's expression changed; he released Xu Rong and attempted to flee. But Xu Rong was already blinded by rage, clinging tightly to Chen Ming's leg. "You can't escape!"
Chen Ming kicked and struck wildly at Xu Rong, but Xu Rong would not let go. It wasn't until the police broke down the door and subdued Chen Ming that he finally released his grip.
Xu Rong collapsed onto the floor, watching as Chen Ming was handcuffed. The demon had finally been captured, but those who had already fallen victim would never return.
The police discovered a large amount of human tissue and tools for making Lap Cheong in the basement of Chen Ming's hotpot restaurant. The missing Lone Dwellers had all become this demon's "ingredients."
While undergoing examination at the hospital, doctors informed Xu Rong that the Lap Cheong contained special hallucinogens that could lead to madness with prolonged consumption, ultimately turning victims into prey for slaughter.
A month later, Xu Rong stood in court, watching as Chen Ming was sentenced to death. This demon was finally going to pay for his crimes. Yet every time night fell silent, Xu Rong would wake from nightmares. In his dreams, Chen Ming still stood on his balcony, holding that sharp scalpel with a strange smile on his face.
"Your intestines... will surely be delicious."
Xu Rong stood in front of the mirror, gazing at his reflection. Three months had passed since that nightmare, yet his complexion remained alarmingly pale. Deep dark circles surrounded his eyes, which were bloodshot, making him appear a decade older than his actual age. He reached up to touch the scar on his neck, a remnant left by Chen Ming. Although the wound had healed, he often felt a dull ache there during the quiet of the night.
"Ding—"
His phone suddenly rang; it was Officer Zhang from the police station. Xu Rong answered, hearing the serious tone on the other end.
"Mr. Xu, we may need you to come to the station again. We found something at Chen Ming's residence..."
When Xu Rong arrived at the police station, Officer Zhang was waiting for him. The office was cluttered with items retrieved from Chen Ming's home, the most striking being a heavy notebook.
"This is Chen Ming's diary," Officer Zhang said as he opened it. "It contains records of his... 'experiments' over the years."
Xu Rong took the notebook, his fingers trembling slightly. The yellowed pages were densely filled with writing and adorned with various photographs and clippings. He flipped to the latest page, and his pupils dilated sharply—it was a photo of himself, with the caption below reading: "The next perfect ingredient."
"We discovered that Chen Ming was not acting alone," Officer Zhang continued. "He was part of an underground organization that specializes in... Special Ingredients."
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