• Tags: Family, eerie, horrifying, gory, perspective shift.
• Time: Morning, exact date unknown.
• Location: Street, exact location unknown.
• Characters: Me, my younger sister, a taxi driver, many pedestrians.

My sister and I were in a taxi. I gave the driver a destination, but now that I think about it, where did I say? I can’t recall anymore.

The scenery along the way was different from usual. The roadside was littered with chunks of various shapes and sizes-some neatly cut, others appearing haphazardly torn apart. These pieces were scattered everywhere, forcing the driver to swerve and detour around the “roadblocks.”

Each chunk was covered with a thick layer of blood. Strangely, there was no smell of blood, but my instinct told me that it was, indeed, blood.

The streets were full of blood-soaked pieces of flesh, scattered all around.

I was still sitting in the car, but my perspective began to rise. From a ground-level view, it gradually shifted to a bird’s-eye view. The closer perspective made it hard to discern what was happening. But as the view continued to ascend, my field of vision expanded, and I realized it wasn’t just one street-every major road in every direction was marked by dragged blood trails and strewn remains.

I saw a group of people hacking at a giant fish, as large as a truck. Before long, they had cut off its head. They were shouting and laughing. Though I couldn’t make out their words, it was clear that their purpose wasn’t merely to kill the fish. Something bigger seemed to be happening afterward.

What could possibly excite them to such a degree? Their facial expressions, twisted with exertion, no longer looked human.

As my view continued to rise, I saw the fish’s severed head surrounded by the crowd. Someone was pulling something out of the fish’s mouth. Soon, a blood-soaked, dismembered person, with their head covered by a burlap sack, was dragged out. The others kept laughing and cheering.The person didn’t eat all.

In that moment, I had a grim guess: this person must have been hiding inside the fish to escape their pursuers, only to be discovered, hacked to death inside the fish.The fish became their final coffin.

As the frenzy subsided, the crowd gradually dispersed, leaving the corpse exposed on the street like a piece of tattered fabric. A public display of death…

By the time my perspective had risen so high that the details below began to blur, I saw something chilling-the dead body moved.Bound hands tied behind their back, the person started writhing, inch by inch… like…

…like a fish.

Though the person’s head was still covered by the burlap sack, I somehow saw their eyes open and look upward. They kept squirming, their wide-open eyes staring straight at me.

The scene was so unnerving that I couldn’t even tell if I was breathing. Despite the scorching summer heat, I was drenched in cold sweat.