rpbooks Chapter 199 Triglycerides
Chapter 199 Triglycerides
The second floor of the barbecue restaurant.
The air was filled with an even stronger smell of oil, as if inhaling a breath of air meant inhaling a lot of oil, which stuck in the nasal cavity and throat, causing discomfort.
"Teacher, if you feel unwell, I have a mask here."
Kiryu Yui took a face mask out of her bag.
Jiuzhi Che's expression remained unchanged. "No need."
He used his telekinesis to disperse the surrounding grease, so the air he breathed wasn't so greasy, and the grease didn't stick to his body.
The power of thought is truly undeniable.
Kiryu Yui pushed open a door, and an even stronger smell of oil wafted out, along with the rancid smell of oil that had been sitting out for a long time.
Even Kiryu Yui, who was already used to these smells, couldn't help but fan her nose.
She couldn't help but admire Teacher Jiuzhi; his composure alone proved that he was no ordinary person.
The room was dimly lit, with only a sliver of light filtering through the curtains.
On the tatami mat lay a huge "thing", covered with a quilt that rose and fell with each breath.
"Teacher, my brother looks a bit scary."
With that, Kiryu Yui turned on the light.
"Brother, get up for a moment. I've asked the school doctor to take a look at your illness."
Actually, her brother Kiryu Goro was not good to her at all. He always bullied her and tried to take everything from her. But as Kiryu Yui watched him grow weaker day by day, and with her father's gloomy gaze falling on her from time to time, she dared not ignore it.
The person under the covers seemed not to hear.
Kiryu Yui wanted to go forward and lift the blanket, but the blanket moved on its own without any wind, and was directly lifted by a force.
She looked over in surprise, and Jiu Zhiche nodded slightly: "Don't be afraid. As a school doctor's assistant, it's normal for me to know some exorcism techniques."
"..."
Is it normal?
Kiryu Goro's appearance was revealed: his body was covered in grease, his hair was completely stuck together, and his face was covered with pitted pimples, like a volcano. As his body moved slightly, the volcano erupted.
The tips of those protruding pimples oozed murky pus, which sprayed onto the blankets.
Judging by its appearance, it looks like oil.
Jiuzhiche had become much immune to things like flesh and blood, but he still found it hard to accept this scene.
This thing is purely bizarre and disgusting.
This story is called "Triglycerides". The father, who ran a barbecue restaurant, suffered increasingly poor business due to his lack of hygiene.
The house was covered in grease, blankets, floors, tables, and everything else. No matter how many times my daughter washed it, it would be back to normal the next day.
My brother has a habit of secretly drinking oil; he drinks a whole bucketful at a time, at least several liters.
When they were occasionally caught, the brother would falsely accuse his sister of stealing the drink, which led to her being severely beaten by their father.
The number of oil molecules in the air was increasing, and my sister even gained a strange but useless ability—
Sensing the oil level in the air.
Later, the brother started getting disgusting, pus-filled pimples on his face. When his sister argued with him, he deliberately popped the pimples and sprayed the oil from them onto his sister's face...
Later, the younger sister discovered that her father had started forcing her older brother to drink oil...
After a while, the store became incredibly popular, with customers saying the barbecue was absolutely delicious.
My brother has gone missing.
My sister started feeling nauseous and vomiting.
There's always a greasy taste in my mouth.
One night, the younger sister woke up in shock to find that her father was pouring oil into her mouth.
The oily sheen made the father's face look utterly repulsive: "The business depends on you, my daughter..."
In the end, the father was beaten back by his sister.
But the oil content in the air is increasing.
Oil began to seep from the walls, the floor remained slippery and sticky, and even my father reeked of grease.
One evening, my sister heard the sound of chopping bones coming from the kitchen.
When she went over to look, she saw her father, his face contorted with greed, chopping off a foot on the chopping board. The spot where his left foot had been was hollow; what was flowing from the base of the severed limb wasn't blood, but rather a yellowish oil...
Jiuzhi Che raised his hand and cast a Purify spell on Kiryu Goro.
He immediately curled up in pain.
Purification wouldn't do much good for his current situation; what's on Kiryu Goro isn't a curse.
He's already starting to mutate, otherwise he wouldn't be suffering from the purification.
"Ho-ho-ho-"
Kiryu Goro let out a roar, his pain intensifying.
Jiuzhi Che stroked his chin. It seemed that the purification power was too strong, and the other party's body could no longer withstand it.
Kiryu Yui tensed up. "Sensei, what happened to my brother?"
"It's obvious, he's a bit of a goner."
"Huh? Then, what should we do?"
"Don't rush."
Jiuzhiche released his spiritual power, slowly drawing out the power of purification. This was his purification, and there was no reason why he couldn't control it.
Once your mental strength increases, you can do many amazing things.
Gradually, Kiryu Goro's condition improved a lot, but all the pimples on his face burst, making the quilt a complete mess.
"Kiryu-kun, didn't your dad feed your brother oil? Bring that oil over here."
"yes!"
A moment later, Kiryu Yui came running back, panting, followed by Kiryu Yasuo. He yelled, "You brat! That's my lifeline!"
Upon seeing Kyuuji Tetsu, Kiryu Yasuo fell silent, his angry expression freezing in place.
Jiuzhiche ignored him and picked up the transparent oil bottle to examine it.
It looks just like ordinary oil, but his magic eye can see many things.
This bottle of oil has an ominous aura, very similar to that of a demon.
"Who gave you this bottle of oil?"
Yasuo Kiryu remained silent.
Jiuzhi Che's lips curled into a slight smile: "Don't you like feeding him oil? Kiryu-kun, come on, you feed him some!"
Kiryu Yui hesitated before taking the oil bottle.
Kiryu Yasuo exclaimed in disbelief, "You unfilial daughter! You're going to force your father on me for the sake of an outsider?!"
Kiryu Yui was also conflicted. "But, Dad, something's wrong with my brother. What exactly is this oil? If it's okay, you can drink a little without any problems, right?"
Makes sense.
Kiryu Yasuo didn't know how to refute this, so he could only keep bringing up the father-daughter relationship, saying, "I'm your biological father. You listen to a third-rate school doctor and go against your father. How can you face me after raising you with so much hardship for over ten years?"
Kiryu Yui calmed down: "Are you referring to the frequent beatings and verbal abuse over the past ten years?"
Kyuuchi smiled and used his telekinesis to control Kiryu Yasuo's hands and feet. "Go, he can't move now."
An unseen force pried open Kiryu Yasuo's mouth, and Kiryu Yui unscrewed the cap and poured it in without hesitation...
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
"Should we pour more?"
"sure."
An ice cream truck was parked on the side of the road, its "Sweet" sign flashing colorful lights to attract attention.
The boss, wearing a red and white striped baseball cap, smiled and pressed the button for a long time.
As the ice cream shell is gently shaken, the ice cream gradually fills the interior, forming a tall spiral tower shape.
The owner handed the ice cream to the customer with a bright smile: "Welcome to visit again next time."
"That's a lot, thank you boss."
After the customers left, the owner put up a sign saying "Sales are temporarily suspended."
We don't have many ice cream ingredients left, so let's give the rest to the kids.
The owner hung a loudspeaker outside the food cart, playing the following on a loop:
Free ice cream! Free ice cream! Children under 8 years old can get it for free! Limited quantities available! First come, first served!
Soon, a group of children gathered around.
The owner smiled kindly and handed out one serving after another.
Suddenly, he turned his head and looked in a certain direction.
There's a little mouse messing with his test subject.