Chapter-152

Sin's footsteps faltered, and he exchanged a meaningful glance with Fatty Jack. The mention of the Mangeur D'os tribe, a name that had been shrouded in secrecy and elusiveness, had piqued their curiosity and ignited a spark of hope.

Without hesitation, Sin altered his course, veering toward the ragged old man who sat beneath the banyan tree. Fatty Jack followed suit, his curiosity matching Sin's determination.

As they drew nearer to the old man, they observed the lines etched deeply into his weathered face, the result of a lifetime of experiences and hardships. His eyes, though clouded with age, held a glimmer of recognition as he noticed the approach of the two young men.

Sin, his voice gentle and reassuring, spoke to the old man, seeking to make sense of the fragments of words and phrases that had escaped his lips. "Sir," he began, "did you mention the name 'Mangeur D'os'?"

The old man, his gaze focused on Sin, nodded slowly, his eyes conveying a sense of both wisdom and weariness. It was as though he carried a burden of knowledge that he was finally ready to share.

Sin's heart quickened with anticipation. The old man's presence in this village, and his seemingly inexplicable knowledge of the elusive tribe, raised a multitude of questions. Could he hold the key to unraveling the mysteries they sought to solve? Was he a link to the answers they so desperately sought?

As the old man's murmurs continued, Sin and Fatty Jack listened intently, determined to piece together the fragments of information that had surfaced. Their quest for answers had taken an unexpected turn, leading them to an encounter with a ragged old man whose words held the potential to unlock the secrets of the Mangeur D'os tribe and bring them closer to the truth they sought.

As Sin stood before the ragged old man, his curiosity burning bright, he posed a direct question, seeking to glean any information the man might possess about the enigmatic Mangeur D'os tribe. However, the response he received was not what he had expected.

The old man's gaze, once distant and lost, suddenly sharpened, and he peered at Sin with eyes that seemed to have witnessed unimaginable horrors. It was as if the man had been trapped in the depths of his own torment, and Sin's question had unlocked a floodgate of memories and emotions.

The man's response was marked by a profound sense of anguish and madness. He began to mutter incoherently, his words a chaotic jumble of fragmented thoughts and emotions. Sin and Fatty Jack exchanged uncertain glances, realizing that they had inadvertently stumbled upon a deeply troubled soul.

Amidst the disjointed mutterings, a chilling revelation emerged—the man's reference to the Mangeur D'os tribe as "vile creatures" who had committed a heinous act, they ate his daughter. It was a statement that sent shivers down Sin's spine, for it hinted at a dark and disturbing truth.

Sin's heart sank as he contemplated the implications of the man's words. It became painfully clear that the man had experienced a profound tragedy, one that was linked to the Mangeur D'os tribe. The nature of this tragedy was left unsaid, but the anguish in the old man's eyes spoke volumes.

The mention of the man's daughter added another layer of heartache to the unfolding narrative. It was evident that the old man had endured a loss of unspeakable magnitude, and the mere mention of the tribe's name had triggered a flood of memories and emotions.

Sin, his heart heavy with empathy and sorrow, found himself at a loss for words. He recognized the depth of the man's pain and understood that any attempt at further questioning would only serve to reopen old wounds. The meaning of eating his daughter meant that the tribe may have physically violated his daughter. Of course, as a father, the old man cannot say it with his own mouth.

Instead, Sin chose to show his sympathy through a simple yet meaningful gesture. He extended a hand, gently resting it on the old man's shoulder, offering a silent expression of understanding and support. In that moment, words were unnecessary; the shared moment of compassion transcended the need for verbal communication.

Fatty Jack, too, remained silent, his expression reflecting a somber respect for the old man's grief. They had come seeking answers and had encountered a soul burdened by tragedy and trauma. It was a stark reminder that their quest for answers was not merely an intellectual pursuit but a journey that touched upon the very depths of human suffering and resilience.

As Sin and Fatty Jack stood beside the ragged old man, they understood that the mysteries they sought to unravel were intertwined with the lives and experiences of individuals like him—individuals whose stories held the keys to the truth. In that moment of shared empathy, they recognized that their mission was not only about solving puzzles but also about acknowledging the profound human emotions that bound them to the world they sought to understand.

Sin's decision to leave the presence of the ragged old man was swift, driven by the understanding that further questioning would only serve to deepen the man's anguish. The encounter had been emotionally charged, and the revelations had left both Sin and Fatty Jack grappling with a profound sense of unease.

As they distanced themselves from the old man, Fatty Jack couldn't contain the questions that had arisen from their unsettling encounter. His voice trembled with a mix of disbelief and horror as he sought clarification. "What was that madman saying?" he asked, his words laden with shock and bewilderment. "How could a human eat another human?"

Sin turned to Fatty, his expression grave, and realized that he needed to offer a more detailed explanation. The term "eating" used by the old man was not to be taken literally but symbolically, hinting at a deeply disturbing and traumatic experience.

With measured words, Sin began to clarify the old man's intent. "It's not about literal consumption," he explained quietly, his voice carrying the weight of the revelation. "When the old man mentioned 'eating,' he was alluding to something far more sinister—an act of violation, one that implies that his daughter may have been subjected to unspeakable horrors." The gravity of his words hung heavily in the air, casting a dark shadow over their conversation.