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The tourists shouted excitedly, their digital devices clicking away, their faces twisted with a cruel enthusiasm.
My gaze was firmly locked onto the head protruding from the tank, a wave of nausea and fear washing over me, making me forget to look away.
The heads of those people (if they could still be called people) were bald and glistening, dark yellow liquid flowing from their foreheads down their necks back into the tank. Their eyelids were deeply sunk into their eye sockets, and it appeared that their eyeballs had been gouged out. Their ears had become two clumps of red flesh, and where their noses should have been were two dark holes, continuously oozing liquid. Their mouths were crudely stitched with lines, emitting a hissing sound.
I could even clearly see that the smallest tank (about half a meter in size) contained a head much smaller than an adult's, its scalp twitching slightly. Medical knowledge told me that it was the head of a child no more than a year old!
A surge of anger welled up inside me: "What is going on?"
"I just told you not to regret seeing this," Mangrai said disdainfully, looking at the increasingly excited tourists. "These people are raised on corpse water. Of course, the premise is that we can still call them human."
Before coming to Thailand, I had done extensive research, but this pile of Human Pupae reminded me of a news story I once saw, unsure if it was true or not: a newlywed couple chose Thailand for their honeymoon. While wandering through a night market in Bangkok, they came across a group performing magic tricks. The magician's impressive performance earned applause and scattered cash. At the climax of the "Great Transformation of Living Beings," the magician requested one audience member to participate as a guest performer. The wife, filled with curiosity, volunteered without her husband thinking anything was amiss.
But then the problem arose!
When the magic show ended, the wife who had entered the Wooden Box was nowhere to be found...
The audience laughed (mainly at the failed performance, mocking the newlywed couple as if they were part of the act) and began to disperse. The husband frantically searched for his wife and sought help from those around him.
However, the audience couldn't understand his Chinese at all; instead, they thought it was just part of the magician's failed act and gave him thumbs up, praising his performance. Desperate, he knelt on the ground and realized that the magic troupe had vanished without a trace.
The husband could never have imagined that their honeymoon would turn into this nightmare. He immediately reported to local police and the Chinese embassy, but after thorough searches and investigations, there were no results. Over time, it faded into obscurity.
Only her husband did not give up. He returned to his home country, sold all his possessions, and set off alone back to Thailand, embarking on a journey fraught with hardships to find his wife.
He nearly traversed every street and alley in Thailand, visiting various seedy establishments, frantically clutching his wife's photo and asking everyone he encountered. Yet, while the power of love is immense, the cruelty of reality allowed the days to slip by, and his money gradually ran out. His wife remained nothing more than a memory and the tattered photograph in his hand.
Despite everything, he persisted. Even if it meant becoming a beggar on the streets, surviving on scraps and leftover food, his love for his wife continued to drive him forward in his search.
One day, as he passed through a small village, he saw a circus performing, showcasing a variety of bizarre animals: a two-legged Python, a White-Furred Mouse larger than a cat, and a three-eyed cow.
And there were several large vats...
Inside these vats were grotesque figures of people, with only their heads protruding. Their eyes had been sewn shut, their mouths gaping open with tongues cut out and teeth pulled, while lead was poured into their ears, left there for tourists to gawk at.
Suddenly, he noticed one person in a vat who looked eerily familiar. Although the face was severely swollen and decayed, it bore a resemblance to his wife. His heart raced as he approached; on the back of that person's neck was a small round red birthmark—exactly like the one his wife had!
Trembling, he called out her name. Though the person in the vat was deafened by their condition, perhaps love had forged an unbreakable bond; they turned their head toward him and began to mumble something.
It was indeed his wife!
This sudden surge of emotion overwhelmed him, causing him to lose all reason as he rushed forward. He was quickly subdued by several burly men from the circus who bound him tightly.
Days later, when the circus arrived at another village, spectators watched with a mix of disgust and excitement. They noticed two figures in vats whose features had been destroyed but who continued to gaze at each other with sorrowful smiles...
Little did he expect to encounter this in Thailand's most sacred temple—what Mangrai referred to as the "Human Pupa"!
Were they all made this way?
A fire ignited within me, making my blood boil as I thought only of rushing over to beat that piper senseless.
At that moment, the solemn sound of the Buddhist Bell resonated from Changlong Tower, accompanied by the serene chanting of the Monks, injecting a touch of tranquil calm into the eerie and terrifying atmosphere.
The sound of the Buddhist Bell grew increasingly solemn and majestic, echoing through the air above Chiang Mai Temple like an elderly person sharing a lifetime of experiences with the young, while listeners found themselves enlightened by the meaning of life amidst their emotions. The chanting flowed like a clear stream, sparkling with sunlight among jagged rocks, washing away the evils and filth of the world.
The tourists retracted their cruel and ugly smiles from watching the Human Pupa, now leaning in to listen to these two sacred sounds, their faces gradually adopting a peaceful and serene expression.
The Piper's expression changed as he quickened the tempo of the Flute Sound. It became increasingly jarring, filled with a chilling aura, like thousands of venomous snakes coiling together, ready to devour their prey at any moment.
Under the influence of the Flute Sound, the Human Pupa desperately stretched its head out toward the outside, its neck elongating unnaturally, resembling a snake probing forward.
My heart suddenly raced uncontrollably, pounding wildly against my chest as if gripped tightly in a large hand, making it hard for me to breathe. I bent over, sourness rising in my mouth, my head spinning dizzily.
"What's wrong?" Mangrai asked curiously as he noticed my strange demeanor.
I couldn't speak at all; I could only wave my hand. Mangrai looked at me thoughtfully, and suddenly his eyes sparkled with excitement. "Do you sense something from these sounds?"
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