"Okay then," the old lady grinned devilishly once more, shutting the refrigerator door and tottering into the bedroom.
Half a minute later, under Chen Yu's puzzled gaze, she pushed out a scrawny monkey bound to a cross.
The monkey was completely hairless.
Yellowed plastic tubes were inserted into the arteries of both its hands and feet, all converging into a large tube.
The end was a rusty tap.
"What is this?" Chen Yu frowned.
"It's called Mary," the old lady responded offhandedly, then turned the valves on the monkey's arterial tubes.
Blood, red as it could be, immediately gushed forth.
Filling all the tubes.
Collecting at the tap.
Chen Yu: "!!!"
"Squeak! Squeak squeak!"
The monkey tied to the cross gradually regained consciousness and struggled violently.
"Ha!"
In a rage, the old lady opened her mouth wide and hissed ferociously at the monkey like a feline.
The skinny monkey trembled violently.
No longer daring to move.
"Squeak."
