Chapter 15 Chapter Thirteen

The living room was dimly lit, and the curtains and blinds were all tightly closed.There are only a few simple pieces of furniture in the room, and there is a passage facing the door, where a small piece of light is exposed, and the sound of the dog barking seems to come from there, so I turned there and walked towards the back half of the house. No sooner had I touched the swing door behind the corridor than I heard the Nightcrawler move uncomfortably.What's the matter?I asked, but the Nightcrawler didn't answer.I closed my eyes and my mind went blank, no secret hints flashed through my mind.I shrugged, opened the door, and walked into the kitchen.

The upper half of the kitchen was painted a greasy canary yellow, with old-fashioned blue and white striped tiles on the floor.There is a small refrigerator in the corner of the kitchen, and there is an electric hot pot on the long counter table. A palmetto beetle hurriedly crawled past and hid behind the refrigerator.A large plywood was nailed to the only window in the kitchen, and a dim light bulb hung from the ceiling. Under the bulb was a large, heavy, old-fashioned table with thick, sturdy legs and a white china top.There is a large mirror hanging on the wall, it is angled so that it can just reflect anything on the table, and what the mirror is showing right now is lying in the middle of the table... um...

how to say?I reckon it was a person at first, but it's hard to tell what it is now, and I admit it surprises even me a bit with how it looks.While I was amazed, I had to admit that the job was done so cleanly that even a surgeon would be amazed, and probably no surgeon would ever claim that ability to a healthcare organization. For example, I would never have imagined cutting off my lips and eyelids like that.While I did a beautiful job, I absolutely could not remove the eyelids without damaging the eye.Those eyes are spinning wildly around now, unable to close, unable to even blink, just staring at the mirror.I reckon the eyelids were removed last, after the nose and ears had been dealt with so cleanly.If it were me, would I have removed the arms, legs, genitals, etc. before they were removed.It's really hard to choose. Judging from the current situation, all this is done just right, and it can even be said to be perfect.We often refer to very clean and beautiful killing methods as "surgical", and this is true surgery, even the mouth where the lips and tongue have been cut off does not appear to bleed, and the teeth.This technique is truly astonishing.Each wound was expertly stitched, the shoulders were wrapped in neat white bandages, and the other wounds had healed in a way that can only be expected in a top-of-the-line hospital.

Everything had been removed from him, absolutely everything, and now there was only a bald, featureless head attached to a body without any superfluous parts.I can't imagine how this can be done while saving my life, and I can't even imagine who would do it for what purpose. The cruelty it shows really makes people question whether the universe still needs to exist.I beg your forgiveness if this sentence comes out of the mouth of Dexter, the embodiment of death, if it seems a little hypocritical. I know who I am, but I will never do such a thing.I only deal with evil people when the Nightwalker really feels it is necessary, and I never end up letting them suffer alive again.

The executioner had done all this patiently and carefully, yet still kept it alive, facing the mirror... I could feel a dark wonder within me, as if for the first time the Nightcrawler felt a little insignificant. The thing on the table didn't seem to see me, it just continued to make that crazy dog ​​barking sound, repeating the same horrible sound over and over again. I heard Deborah shuffling to a stop behind me. "Oh my! Oh, my God... what's that?" "I don't know," I said, "but it's certainly not a dog."