Chapter 469: Gourmet Club (1/2)

”This poison temporarily makes it impossible for you to ingest protein. But aside from that, there’s nothing to worry about. Please leave your contact information and we’ll inform you when we find a cure.”

After leaving his contact information, the young man walked out of the study.

Mrs. Mu poured herself a glass of bourbon and asked if we wanted a drink, but I declined. Then, dropping into the desk chair, she began her story.

Half a year ago, Mr. Mu joined a club through a friend's introduction, but the details weren’t disclosed to Mrs. Mu.

To put it bluntly, Mrs. Mu believed that the pastimes of the rich involved pleasure of the flesh. As a mistress herself, she was open about such matters. After all, she was only with Mr. Mu for the luxuries and couldn’t care less if her husband had a debauched life outside of their home.

However, upon returning from the club, Mr. Mu seemed spirited and full of vigor. Naturally, there wasn’t much sex for a man in his fifties. But ever since he joined the club, he had become so passionate and intense in the sheets that even Mrs. Mu was frightened!

Every time she looked into his eyes, she found them red and bloodthirsty like a wolf. Once, Mr. Mu even bit her neck. It was not the playful intimate sort between lovers, but a bite so hard blood gushed out of the wound. Mrs. Mu screamed in pain and tried to push her husband away. Despite apologizing, Mr. Mu licked the blood with terrifying greed in his eyes.

Mr. Mu was so keen on this club that he wouldn’t eat or drink, counting down the days till the weekend.

And as soon as the weekend arrived, he would get dressed and leave at five in the afternoon.

Although unaware of what her husband did at the club, Mrs. Mu couldn’t fight the uneasiness she felt. She would occasionally remind him to be careful outside given his age, but Mr. Mu wouldn’t listen at all. Upset with his behavior, Mrs. Mu started inviting friends over for weekend parties.

There was one other strange thing–Mr. Mu had asked where he could purchase human placenta. Since Mrs. Mu was hospitalized for some time, she knew that human placenta wasn’t easy to obtain. She managed to procure it via her friend and ended up stewing it for Mr. Mu. In fact, human placenta was similar to a piece of skin with a little meat. But just thinking about its origins made Mrs. Mu disgusted.

Strangely enough, Mr. Mu, who hadn’t eaten meat for half a year, devoured it with relish.

”Officers, has my husband done something illegal?” asked Mrs. Mu. “Tell me the truth. I wouldn’t want all his property to be confiscated when the time comes. What a huge loss it would be if I don't get a penny!”

Mrs. Mu laughed, ”Why should I bother pretending with the police? Doesn’t it boil down to that between men and women?”

”Don’t worry. You won’t lose your assets,” assured Xiaotao.

Mrs. Mu nodded, ”Thank goodness. But then again, if he has really committed a crime, do go easy on him. After all, he is my husband.”

”Thanks for your cooperation. We’ll leave you to your party!” I said.

Upon exiting the villa, I furrowed my brows, ”From the clues we have so far, this mysterious club is probably dealing in the same business as Chef Tang.”

Xiaotao gasped, ”I really hope my dad won’t get mixed up in all this.”

Ill at ease, Xiaotao planned to wait for Mr. Huang in his apartment. Right then, we received a call from Bingxin, reporting her findings. ”Song Yang-gege, the poisoned liquor has no reaction with the chemicals in the mice’s blood.”

”Have you tried feeding the mice with the poisoned liquor and then their own kind?” I suggested.

”I did think of it so I separated the alcohol content from the poisoned liquor and injected the mice. I tested them with beef jerky, milk and the meat of other mice. They wouldn’t eat any of it.”

I turned my attention to the cage on the table. The mice were nibbling on the peanuts and celery but ignored the meat next to them.