Chapter 14 Companion

What did you look back at?There will be nothing.Looking forward, it is also a loss. That's right, that's what happened. It was three o'clock in the morning and it was raining.The train rumbles forward, and there are bright spots in the wilderness, but you can't tell whether they are lights or stars. The road is the rail - why are there no rails leading directly to heaven? The final destination of the journey is Paris.Which Paris?The Paris of the world—cafés, green buses, fountains and white walls painted with obscene phrases?Or Paris in the sky, with the landscape painting "Bois de Boulogne" hanging in the bathroom?

Under the light blue light, the traveling companion looked haggard.His nose is straight, his lips are thin, his teeth are extremely fine, and his hair is curled up like a seal.He grew a mustache on his lips, perpendicular to his nose.He is annoying.Why not just show your big teeth? After "that's what happened," he fell silent.Everything came to an end.He starts smoking. His complexion was dark, and his skin was so taut that a light scrape with a finger could break it.What else is there to see, he has only a face and a suitcase.What did he put in the box?tool?Chainsaws, maces and chisels?And maybe steel drills?What does he need a drill for?Drill holes in your head?This is how some people pry open beer bottles.Draw after drinking.Does he draw me a picture?What color do you use?Watercolor or oil painting?What is the use of drawing?Children play with eggshells at Easter, he plays with skulls.

Then, he said casually, put out the cigarette.He crushed the cigarette butt against the aluminum box lid, making a slight noise.So what's the matter? I don't know, I said.I have not decided yet.Does this guy know a joke? You might also need a little courage, he said.Now is the time to make a decision. Anyway, within half an hour, you will fall asleep, and I will do whatever I want to you at that time. I won't sleep tonight, I said, you've reminded me. It was useless to remind, he said, that between three and four o'clock everyone fell asleep.You are educated, of course you will understand.

Of course, I understand, but I can control myself. Between three and four, said the fellow, pulling the beards, we all locked ourselves in the hut and couldn't hear or see anything.We died, everyone died.After four o'clock, death resurrected us, we woke up, and life began to move again.If this is not the case, life cannot continue. I don't believe a word of it.You can't saw me. I can't eat you, I can only saw you, he said.First the legs, then the arms, then the head.Everything has an order. What are you going to do with the eyes? suck it off. Can ears be digested? Ears have bones.

No bones, but chewy.I don't eat everything, you think I'm a pig. I think it's a seal. That's more like it, he admits. A seal, I know. How did he speak German?The seals all speak Danish, and no one understands it. Why don't you speak Danish? I was born in St. Kebaden, he said.Danish is not spoken in our family.He spoke evasively. What can you do?He might indeed have been a St. Kebadden man, it is said that there were such men there. So you live in France? so what?You'll be dead in half an hour, and you might as well inquire about things before you find your home.It's just your current situation... He is a little crazy, but what should I do?He closed the box door (where did he find the key?).You can't see Paris, he picked the weather, you can't see anything, it's raining outside.He could obviously kill me.

Please show mercy and describe the process again, okay?You spoke in a hurry in your panic. Mercy suits his vanity.The victim is sick, the patient is helpless.Compassion works. Well, the stick first, he said, as carefully as a teacher...to those stupid students, everything has to be explained twice.Stupidity is a disaster, and the teacher can't do anything about it... After sticking, you have to cut and cut, and you have to bleed, which is very troublesome. Even if you are very careful, you will often mistake the location of the liver.Well, the next thing is the saw I just said. Do you saw your legs at your butt or at your knees?

Usually on the buttocks, and occasionally on the knees.I only saw my knees when I had time. Where's the arm? arm?Never saw the elbow joint, always saw the shoulder. Why? Maybe it's just a hobby, it doesn't make sense.There's not much flesh on your arms, your arms don't have any at all, but moving your hands is kind of cumbersome. He is right. If you want to know the secret of cannibalism, ask the cannibal. Seasoning? Just put salt.Human flesh is sweet, you know that, who wants to eat sweet meat? He opened the suitcase. No!I screamed, I haven't fallen asleep yet.

Don't be afraid, let's see how scared you become.I just want you to see that I am not lying to you.He said. He took out all those instruments.There are only five items in the box.Leave it alone.It was a small suitcase, like a doctor's surgical case.The doctor's instruments are all pressed on the velvet pad, but his things are left casually.Maces, hacksaws, drills, chisels, and flat-nose pliers, common craftsman's tools.There was also a cloth bag containing a salt shaker, the ordinary glass bottle you see on the tables of second-rate restaurants. Where did he steal it from, I thought.He is a thief.

He brought the salt shaker under the tip of my nose.It has salt in it.He poured a little into the palm of my hand.Taste it, he said, first-class refined salt.He saw the anger on my face. I didn't say anything. He smiled, showing those tiny teeth that made me sick. Yes, he added, it should be salted while it is still alive. He closed the suitcase and picked up a cigar. It was three o'clock in the morning, and the train was speeding along the tracks, but the destination would never be Paris anymore, neither earthly nor celestial.I fell for the trap.Everyone dies, do you really care how you die?You could die, or you could be shot; at some point you'd have heart failure, or, you'd get lung cancer—that's pretty common in this day and age.You have to die one way or another, why not be eaten by a madman on the Nice-Paris express train?

It's all futile, what can I do, you have to die, even though you don't want to; you obviously can't live, but you still want to live.Only the fittest will survive.Big fish eat small fish.The larks ate the maggots and sang.Cats eat mice and no one thinks it's cruel.Since animals survive by eating their own kind, why shouldn't humans eat humans?Is it more reasonable to eat pork or steak?Do you really hurt a life when you say it hurts a life?Animals don't cry. When a loved one dies, people cry, but who can cry for themselves?do i love myselfThis is in vain.No one will be heartbroken when they die.That's it.

A comfortable and warm feeling spread all over my body.This is a maniac, he wants to eat me because he needs something.what do i needI don't want to eat anyone, I don't want to eat anyone, that's noble, isn't it?If you don't do what you should do, what else can you say? What can be boring if you don't do it?The St. Kebadden man doesn't feel that way, he can eat anything. See, you're falling asleep, and that's from being overburdened.What is there to look forward to in Paris?Paris is just a city.Who do you need?Who needs you?You are going to Paris, why?For sex and alcohol?There's no point, it's not going to make you happy doing those things, and of course, neither is working.Money means nothing to you.Do you want to escape?Go to sleep then, you won't wake up, I can guarantee it. But, I don't want to die, I whispered to myself, not yet.I thought of Paris... wandering around. Going for a stroll in Paris?Good guy.Doing that will only tire you out.There were crowds of people strolling and window browsing, restaurants buzzing, brothels everywhere.Nobody needs you in Paris.Do something good and go to sleep, the night will not last forever, I must hurry.You make my stomach so sick. I have to eat you, first of all I am very hungry, and secondly I like you.I just said that I like you, but you think this guy is a monster.Now you see, I'm just a cannibal.It's not a profession, it's instinct.God, hey, use your head, you've found purpose in your life, you've found meaning in your life, thanks to me.Do you think it was just an accident to enter my box?Nothing so accidental.On the Nice platform, I started to notice you.Then you got into my car.Why get into my car and not someone else's?Because I am beautiful. Don't make me laugh, can seals be pretty?You are here because you want to do something. He slowly opened the suitcase, drew out the stick, and closed the case.He gripped the stick tightly. ok, how is it?he asks. Wait a minute, I said, wait a minute. I stood up with a jerk, God knows how I got up.I stood firmly on both legs and raised my arms.The alarm bell rang and the seal fell to the ground.The train whistled loudly.There were screams from the next room.The car came to a stop, and the St. Kebaden man quickly stowed the stick into the suitcase and took off his overcoat.In an instant he was at the door.He opened the door and looked back at me. I pity you, he said, you will pay more than ten thousand francs for such a foolish little trick, you idiot, go to Paris! Passengers crowded into the carriage, and a conductor and a policeman appeared.Two soldiers and a pregnant woman shook their fists at me. The St. Kebadden seal had gotten out of the car and was standing under my window.He was yelling something at me. I open the window. Look, he cried, what a fool you've done, look, who wants to live? He was foaming and flailing his arms, and then, holding the box in his right hand, he walked carefully down the embankment and disappeared into the darkness, like a country doctor on his way to deliver a baby.