That night Juan was perusing an old mystery site in boredom. He was reading an article about the account of one Enrique Gonzalez, who had been in China many times since the 90s. According to Enrique, there was a soup shop somewhere in Hong Kong back which he used to visit because the chicken soup was decent and the alcohol was cheap. One night he got out of the shop to smoke a cigarette while waiting, the street had relatively few people in it at that moment. In an alley in front of him he saw two men carrying a large black bag into a side entrance of a small warehouse. They left the door ajar. In his drunken stupor he decided to take a peek.
The warehouse itself was quite barren of wares, trash littered the floor, a lonely light illuminated a table surrounded by a group of five people. A horrible statue carved out of granite was in front of the table beside the statue was the large black bag.
One of the people pulled a goat carcass from the bag, a large male goat, told Enrique, a magnificent animal even in death.
The animal had curious incisions in its sides and neck which were stained with a little blood. Made with extreme precision. The men proceeded to butcher the animal with large ornate knives whilst whispering to each other.  First they split the ram open, extracting the liver, the lungs and something which he didn’t know what it was. And they cast them aside into the floor stomping on them for good measure.Then they moved on to the entrails, they took the goats intestine and draped themselves and the statue with them, chanting something in a variant of Chinese he couldn’t quite understand. They threw the stomach before the statue and gave the idol a deep bow. Then they moved on to the gonads of the animal, which they carefully placed beside the stomach. One on each side. One Of the men grabbed a blunt instrument and crushed the ram’s head to the rhythm of the same mysterious chant. Then the 5 men prostrated themselves before the statue, chanting “Oh great being, we are your feed, we are your life, benevolent are you for sparing us yet. A proud ram we bring you yet, listen to our begging yet, might your name be fulfilled yet.” In a variant of chinese he did understand. Having witnessed more than enough to fill his curiosity for the rest of his life Enrique was about to leave when one of the men, about to proceed in another stage of the animal's dissection spotted him and shouted. Enriques' eyes widened as he realized what he had just done, almost immediately returning to lucidity. He saw someone running towards the door and he ran out of that seedy alley faster than he had ever ran before or after.  Upon reaching the chicken shop, he sat down and ordered another drink telling his story as he waited, the owner was at first confused, but then he turned angry screaming at the foreigner to leave and never come back, preferably never come back to Hong Kong ever again, for both of their sakes.
Enrique complied and left the shop. His next days in Hong Kong were spent in paranoia, 2 days after the incident a man he did not know was asking for him at the hotel reception while he was out on business, random chinese were throwing him death stares. Eventually he finally left the city to never return again. To this day he dislikes leaving in his home country of mexico.