Chapter 2 Primer

"ecrase!" (French: Give up!) I haven't been to that house for a long time. It's been a long time since I've been to that house. I'm driving a car, and it's going fast.How many times have I narrowly missed hitting the car in front of me? At those intersections, drivers slammed to a stop - they must have been cursing me, and I couldn't care less. I want to go home quickly. I found two bottles in that house. Two delicate glass vials, carefully sealed with white wax. The bottle was filled with a strange pale yellow liquid, I guessed that must be formalin - my God, my nose overflowed with the smell of formaldehyde mixed with the smell of rotting graveyards almost instantly? The power of imagination is terrible !

Don't ask me how I guessed, it's all too obvious: In a bottle was a woman's finger: I could see it clearly—it was a thumb, and the severed part had lost its flesh color.The white bones, white muscles and skin seemed to be forcibly wrapped together, presenting a kind of inseparable looseness. Only the nail polish that had been applied on the nails still remained a little bright - that small piece of dazzling blood red. A narrow, neatly cut label was taped to the side of the bottle: Élise Loire/March 2 Those words were typed, very similar to the labels we often see on the stuffed fish bottles in oceanographic museums.

And the other bottle? Oh, that bottle is a little too small - there's a nose in it!Human nose! The nose was oppressed by the surrounding walls of the bottle, and some places were cracked. At first glance, it looked like a strange mushroom stuffed in--it might have been a small and beautiful nose, growing on a facial features. Delicate girl face. I even know the girl's name, it's clearly written on the label: Cindy Fejkus/January 19 I dare not imagine a face like that without a nose - Cindy must be dead: what will her face look like now? But even until then, I was optimistic.

I kept telling myself that I was going to force myself to believe - this must be just a prank! I know it's slim, but I still tell myself: It must have been just a prank until I heard voices from that room. I opened that door and I saw a man strapped to a solid old wooden chair - I looked up from the bottom and I saw the chair nailed firmly to the floor, I saw him The shackled feet, his body, his hands tied behind his back: He has his back to me. If I suddenly lose my vision while continuing to look up-that's fine, if my eyes are dark, I will definitely rush to save him immediately.

Do you think I'm crazy? No!I am not crazy! I looked up again. I see a mass of blood and flesh, and my mind goes blank for a few seconds. Then I realized: that thing was his head. Then, just then—he seemed to hear my voice.So, I saw a human body, with a bloody mass on top of it? From that chair, he was trying to turn his face and then there was a blank, or a blank, a complete blank, a long blank When I can remember anything, I'm already in the car. The car is driving faster and faster, faster and faster I can only tell him, tell him quickly. My poor, last bit of sanity kept repeating to me:

You must go home immediately. I'll be home right now I'll never know what's waiting for me