They found a warehouse in the western suburbs of Daxing and drove the car inside. With a clatter, they unloaded everything.

Su Wan, after all, was a rich second-generation who was lazy and spoiled; he was already exhausted after moving only half of the stuff. However, seeing the courier’s impatient gaze, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and curse under his breath while moving everything out. After paying, the courier patted his butt and left, running away faster than a rabbit.

The two of them stood in front of the huge warehouse, which was about ten thousand square meters, and the two or three dozen boxes piled in the center. Finally, they hugged each other and burst into tears. No one knew what this crying represented—was it joy, excitement, or tragedy?

Li Cu and the others themselves didn’t know; they were too young to fully grasp the true emotional release of the world. They only felt that encountering such a situation left them at a loss for a better way to express their inner feelings, so they could only cry. After they finished crying, Su Wan asked him, “Big brother, what should we do now?”

Before he finished speaking, Li Cu said, “Let’s open it up and see what’s inside. We need to piece together a general idea of the situation before we can decide what to do next.”

The two of them approached the largest box and looked at the damaged opening from which liquid was seeping out, clearly indicating that ice was continuously melting.

Su Wan asked, “Do we need to buy gloves or something?”

Li Cu replied, “Don’t be so particular; I touched it earlier and it was fine. Let’s hurry up and see what’s inside.”

With that, Li Cu took out his keys and used them as a knife, continuously cutting at the box. After slicing it open, they discovered a huge transparent plastic coffin inside, but it was already damaged, and a hand was protruding from the broken part.

Su Wan took a deep breath and wanted to open the coffin lid, but Li Cu immediately grabbed him, saying, “Wait a minute, we need to prepare ourselves mentally first.”

Su Wan asked, “Why?”

Li Cu explained, “Look at the way the hand is sticking out and where it’s coming from; the body inside must not be intact, otherwise the hand couldn’t have come out from that spot.”

Su Wan frowned and looked at Li Cu, then let out a few cries of despair before squatting down and starting to cry again.

Li Cu didn’t cry; he thought to himself: It’s okay, this is my fate. Since it’s fate, I must face it. Come on, let’s confront it.

Just as Li Cu was about to open the coffin, the sound of a car engine suddenly echoed at the door, and then two delivery trucks drove in. Yang Hao, who had helped them with the dry corpses earlier, was sitting in the passenger seat and shouted at him, “Hey, buddy, you hit the jackpot today, here come two more trucks!”

They wouldn’t need to move these two trucks themselves. After paying again, they watched as the piles of boxes were unloaded, and Li Cu and Su Wan could no longer cry; they started laughing in various strange ways.

Yang Hao lit a cigarette and asked, “What’s going on with you guys? Are you starting a business or what? Let me get in on it too. What kind of goods are these? Let me take a look.”

Li Cu smiled and said, “Don’t look, just take everything away; it’s all yours.”

Yang Hao replied, “Don’t joke around, or I’ll hit you.”

Li Zu said, “I’m not joking at all. Here’s the deal: if you want them, you can take them all away, and for each one you move, I’ll give you thirty bucks. If you move them all, I’ll give you a thousand.”

The guy looked at Li Zu, then at Su Wan, and spat, “You two are crazy. What kind of game are you playing?”

Looking at the pile of boxes on the ground, Yang Hao squatted down, stubbed out his cigarette, and kicked one of the boxes. With a clang, the lid was forced open a crack.

“Hey, it’s still giving off cold air. It’s not a living thing, is it? Is it seafood? Come on, I love eating the Eastern starry flounder. Bring me one,” he said, lifting the lid.

In that moment, Li Zu felt a bit of schadenfreude, but then he heard the guy let out a blood-curdling scream. He flipped over and rolled back six or seven meters, stumbling to his feet and exclaiming, “What the hell is this?”

Li Zu replied, “I told you, we’re not in the seafood business. Do you believe me now?”

The guy looked at Li Zu and said, “What the hell, you two aren’t serial killers, are you?”

Li Zu shook his head, took a deep breath, and dared to turn back to look at the coffin that the guy had kicked over. At first glance, his legs felt a bit weak. He had imagined various scenarios, but now seeing it, he realized that all his imagined scenes were merely a reflection of his limited imagination. The sight before him was beyond description.

Yes, these were fragments of bodies, but what kind of body fragments were they?

Let’s imagine for a moment: when you face a box, knowing full well that it contains many body fragments, when you open it and indeed find body fragments, what could possibly surprise you more in that situation?

When Li Zu looked into the box, he had envisioned countless terrifying images, but none could escape the realm of broken bodies. Yet, when he truly saw the situation inside, he gasped and nearly fell to the ground.

He saw a severed hand, and beneath that hand were other limbs wrapped in ice. All those limbs were also severed hands, meaning he was looking at a box full of hands.

Li Zu sat on the ground in a daze for four or five minutes, his mind blank.

Su Wan helped him up. The group returned to the box and crouched down to inspect it again. The situation inside was confirmed once more. Indeed, everything wrapped in the crushed ice were hands—some long, some short, some thick, some thin, some belonging to men and some to women. But one thing was certain: all these arms were right hands.

They looked at each other, and Li Zu said, “So, does this mean these people were involved in organ trafficking?”

Su Wan replied, “But these hands are already close to rotting. In this case, these things might not even be usable for soup, let alone for transplantation. Moreover, I’ve never heard of hand transplants.”

Li Zu said, “If all these are right hands, then where are the other parts of the bodies?”

Su Wan glanced at the boxes behind him and said, “This is a bit twisted. If many people have been cut into pieces, then if they wanted to mix the parts, they certainly wouldn’t be able to pack them so neatly, right? It’s all right hands with right hands, left hands with left hands. Does the person who dismembers and packages these bodies have obsessive-compulsive disorder? Otherwise, there must be some significance to what they’re doing.”

Li Cu was feeling a splitting headache, and his throat had a particularly strange sensation. He had never understood what this feeling meant, and when he stood up and took a few steps back, he began to vomit.

Su Wan hurried over to support him, but almost at the same time, he also started to vomit. After a few heaves, Su Wan said to Li Cu, “Shouldn’t we be terrified right now? Why are we still so calmly vomiting?”

“I don’t know,” Li Cu could only respond with a cold smile. He said to Su Wan, “Maybe we’ve watched too many American dramas or cartoons; this kind of stuff is deadly.”

Su Wan said, “Li Cu, this isn’t a solution. I don’t know if you’ve seen a movie, but it seems like we’re being played with. If we keep letting this happen, who knows what they’ll send us next? First it was dry, now it’s wet. Will they send rotting things over later?”

Li Cu exhaled, spitting out the disgusting contents from his mouth, and said, “I once heard someone tell me that there must be a reason for these things being sent over; they have their limitations too. We need to find out that reason.”

He looked at the cardboard boxes in front of him and said to Su Wan, “Tear them all open. We need to know exactly what’s inside. Even if it’s all heads, all feet, or all butts, you have to piece them all together.”