After everyone was stunned for a while, Gu Yanzhi dropped another bombshell.
"Also, don't forget, Uncle Zhang has already noticed that a lot of elderly people have disappeared from the streets."
"Yanzhi, are you saying..."
"I'm not sure, but I can't rule out the possibility."
Gu Yanzhi was actually certain; she had experienced this shock in her past life. By the later stages, it had become the norm.
Some people couldn't bring themselves to harm their own families, so they heartlessly traded them for supplies. Others directly swapped with different families.
Gu Yanzhi had seen such scenes with her own eyes.
In her past life, it happened earlier, a big pot hung over a fire containing various shapes of meat chunks, emitting a putrid yet strangely aromatic scent.
Those who had more spices used them liberally to cover up the stench, while those with less only added a pinch of salt, or even nothing at all.
