Chapter 33 prelude to confession

He closed the diary that he had always regarded as a treasure, walked to the window, and looked up at the faintly shining full moon in the sky. His eyes were full of anticipation and longing, but soon, he lowered his head again. At the same time, his eyes completely changed, full of hatred and death. He clenched his fists tightly, and his whole body trembled slightly. He didn't know if it was because the cold wind blowing in from the window made him feel a little cold, or because his anger made him a little out of control. He picked up a rusty dagger on the table. For some reason, he chose such a blunt dagger as his tool, perhaps because the rusty spots on the knife seemed to be that he had been broken into pieces. heart.

The pair of bloodshot eyes he stared at the dagger were so red that he seemed to swallow everything. Under the background of the faint moonlight and the dark room, he seemed like a demon, no, he seemed to have become There is a demon, a demon who is ready to take people to hell. Holding the dagger, he sat on the edge of the bed, and picked up a cross made of two thin cylindrical wooden sticks from the bed. The top of the vertical stick was sharpened, but he still felt that it was not sharp enough. Use the dagger to continue to cut it knife by knife, as if to cut it so that this point can pierce all objects in the world.

He cuts each knife very slowly, not because the knife is not sharp, but because he deliberately enjoys the process of each cut, and after about ten minutes, he stops and gently touches the knife with his fingers. Touching the cross, the corners of his mouth also slightly raised, revealing a weird sneer.