On this day, I was sitting idly at the door of the store, and a man carrying a barrel came up to me and said: “Boss, buy some oil, I am good oil.”
I sniffed the oil in the spoon he handed over, frowned and said, “Isn’t it gutter oil?”
He blushed suddenly, as if my words were to him It’s an extreme insult.
“This is the oil I refined myself. I can take you to the place where I refine the oil!”
Just listen to him Nearby, I was curious for a while, so I followed him.
There is a basement in a small rental house. I followed him down, and he turned on the light. Under the dim light, I could see the furnishings in the room clearly: In the dirty room, in the middle was something like an iron bed, with four corners, an iron plate on top, and dense holes on the iron plate. . There are two long iron boxes on both sides of the iron plate, and there are some dark things in them. An oil drum was placed on the open space under the iron plate, and many iron hooks hung above the iron plate.
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“This is your refining tool?” I asked puzzled.
“Yes!” he said excitedly like showing his beloved baby, “I will show it to you.”
He walked over In the corner, something was dragged out, it turned out to be a person, and it seemed to be dead. I was stunned.
He expertly stripped off the clothes of the dead body, and hung the naked body on the hook. He took out a lighter and lit the iron boxes on both sides of the iron bed with “bang”. It turned out that the contents were all hot coals.
He excitedly said to me: “Look, the distance between the fire and the corpse is very particular, too far will scorch the skin, too close will burn the corpse, only maintain a specific As it is now, the flame can slowly roast the oil out of the corpse. After the corpse oil comes out, it drips on the iron plate. The small holes are also carefully designed to keep the scum on it. Only pure oil can leak. Go down and drip in the oil barrel below.”
I heard the flames grilling on the naked body, making a “tick” sound, then “tick, tick”, one drop The dripping yellow oil was roasted from the body and fell on the iron plate.
“Well, I want your oil, you can go back with me.”
He happily returned with me carrying the oil In the shop. I took the iron rod by the door and knocked him out while he was not paying attention. Then I dragged him to the back hall, cut him into several sections with a knife, and put them in my huge juicer. I pressed the switch and the machine stirred, and a muddy juice flowed from the outlet of the juicer.
I said to myself: “I’m sorry, PengFriends, didn’t you see that my shop sells juice? I don’t need to use oil. “