Chapter 14 8-1

When Director Stevenson turned his head to face me, a strange, evil light flashed through his eyes like lightning. If such a thing happened last night, I would probably think it was the reflection of the dashboard and ignore it. bother.But since sunset, I have seen monkeys that are not just monkeys, extraordinary cats, and walked through the streets and alleys of Moonlight Bay flooded by mysterious torrents, and now I have learned to see the extraordinary from the seemingly insignificant things. track. His eyes returned to their normal jet-black color, and there was no longer any sparkle, and the wave of anger in his voice seemed to have gradually receded, leaving only the pain and despair floating on the water. "Now everything has changed, everything has changed, and there is no going back."

"What changed?" "I'm not what I used to be. I don't even remember what I was, not at all." I think he talks to me like he's talking to himself, lost in self-pity. "I've got nothing to worry about. I've been stripped of everything important anyway. I'm nothing more than a walking dead, Jon. That's all I have left. You can imagine what it is How does it feel?" I can't imagine. " "Because even you, a life like you is worse than shit, a nocturnal weirdo like a worm under a rock every day—even you have a reason to live."

Although the chief of police is locally elected by referendum, Stevenson obviously didn't care a bit about losing my vote. I want to tell him to tell him to die.But I also know the difference between being fearless and asking for trouble. When he turned his face to the white mist that slid down the windshield, the cold fire began to dance in his eyes again, shorter and weaker than before, but more disturbing, because I no longer The fact that it exists cannot be ignored. He deliberately lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of being heard. "I often have nightmares, very scary nightmares, full of sexual violence and blood."

"It all started a year ago," he continued. "At first it only happened once a week, and then it became more and more frequent. At the beginning, all the women who appeared in the nightmare were women I had never seen before." The strange faces in front of you, purely out of my fantasy. These dreams are just like the dreams you had in adolescence, the woman with delicate skin and plump body indulges in front of you... The difference is that in the dream, I am not only with They fuck..." His thoughts turned from impulsive and grumpy to dark.I could only see his silhouette, the sweat on his face reflected slightly, and I suddenly saw a trace of violence on his face, I can only be thankful that he was not facing me.

Lowering his voice again, he said, "In those dreams, I beat them, I beat them in the face, and I beat them, and I beat them until their faces were beyond recognition, and then I would reach out and beat them necks until they stick out their long tongues..." When he describes the nightmare situation, his voice reveals infinite fear.But at this moment, apart from the fear, there was an abnormal excitement scattered all over his body. Not only could you see the clue from his hoarse voice, but also his sudden tense muscles were fully revealed. "...then they screamed in pain. I love hearing their screams the most, seeing the pain on their faces, and their blood. It's so delicious. It's so exciting. Waking up with trembling pleasure, sensual desire. Sometimes... even though I'm fifty-two years old, I can still have orgasm in my sleep, or even when I'm awake."

Olsen retreated from the safety fence to rest on the back seat in a disinterested manner. I wish I could be with Louis too.Stevenson kept his distance.The space in the car seems to be getting more and more cramped. "Then my wife, Louisa, also started appearing in my dreams... and my two... my two daughters, Jenny and Kayla. They were so afraid of me in their dreams because I had They're terrified for good reason. I hate what I did to them, what I did to them...but on the other hand, I can't help but be incredibly excited about it." The sound of his voice, his slow, heavy breathing, and stiff shoulders channeled his anger.

Frustration and perverted excitement were fully revealed, even from the side, I could see the yin and yang on his face.He tried his best to control the desire to fight fiercely in his heart, struggling to fall into the abyss of madness and brutality with a strong hope, which was clearly written on his painful face. "Later, the situation in the dream became worse and worse. What I did in the dream even made me feel disgusted and dirty. In the end, I was afraid when I thought of going to sleep. I tried not to let myself fall asleep until I put myself Tired until all the caffeine wears off and even putting ice cubes on my back can't keep my tired eyes from closing. When I do fall asleep, my nightmares get worse, as if tired It not only brought me into dreamland, but also pushed me into the devil's lair deeper in my heart. In the dream, I kept hacking and killing, and everything was so realistic. It was the first time I had a colorful dream, and the colors in the dream were so good Intense, and so was the sound, I relentlessly penetrated them while biting their throats with my teeth, leaving them to wail, scream and cry, convulsing, in their last struggles before dying."

louis.Stevenson still seemed to be able to see the horrors of his dream, although I could see nothing but a slowly rolling white mist, and the windshield in front of him was clearly a projector for his perverted fantasies. "After a while... I couldn't resist sleep anymore. For a while, I had no choice but to endure it. Then as time passed—I don't remember which night—the dreams never let me down again. I was terrified. They used to be more of a guilt than a pleasure for me, but since then they have turned into pure enjoyment. As much as I hated to admit it at first, I look forward to bedtime every day coming.

When I am awake, these women are my most cherished objects, but in my dream...at that time...at that time, I can beat them and abuse them in every way I can imagine They tortured them.Waking up from a nightmare not only no longer frightened me...it gave me a strange sense of joy.And then I sometimes lie in the dark, imagining how exciting it would be if all this atrocity were real.Just imagining the situation in the dream is enough to make me feel an incredible force pouring into my body, making me feel so free, completely free, which is something I have never felt before.In fact, I suddenly felt that my past life was like carrying huge handcuffs and shackles, bound by heavy chains, and weighed down by huge stones.Indulging in these desires does not feel like a crime, nor does it carry any moral burden.There is no right or wrong.There is no good or bad.There is only absolute liberation. "

If it wasn't the air in the car deteriorating rapidly, or I suddenly felt sick to breathe the same air as him, I'm not sure which.My mouth was filled with a bitter metallic taste like a penny in my mouth, my stomach twitched like an iceberg filled with the North Pole, and my heart seemed to be wrapped in a layer of bone-chilling frost. I don't understand why Stevenson spread his trapped soul naked in front of me, but I feel that these confessions are actually just a prelude to more horrible news that I don't want to hear.I'd love to try to gag him before the final secret slips in, but he's clearly reveling in these grisly fantasies—perhaps I'm the first he's ever dared to confide in. .Telling him to shut up is more difficult than killing him.

"Recently," he continued, in a tone of nightmarish hunger, "these nightmares have been haunting my granddaughter Berlanti, who is only ten years old, a very pretty little girl with Very pretty, and slender and beautiful. Tell me about the things I did to her in my dream, ah, tell me about the things I did, crueler than you can imagine, evil to the bone. When I wake up, that The excitement was beyond anything. I was lying in bed with my wife lying next to me, and she was asleep. She had no idea that I was having these strange thoughts in my heart. The thought that she could not know that I had these thoughts gave me an indescribable sense of authority. , because I am well aware that I can command this absolute freedom any time I want. Any time, whether it be next week, tomorrow, or even now." The laurel trees on the roof of the car could not bear the condensed dew, and the leaf tips like green tongues plucked off the dew one after another.Huge drops of water fell on the windshield, and my body couldn't help twitching, and I suddenly realized that what was flowing down the glass was not blood. In my pocket, my hand gripped the pistol tighter than before.After hearing what Stevenson told me, I believe he couldn't have gotten me out of the car alive.I adjusted my sitting position slightly, a few small movements that would not arouse his suspicion, but enough for me to find the best position for me to shoot directly from the pocket without drawing the gun. "Last week," he murmured, "Keira and Berlanti came to our house for dinner, and I couldn't take my eyes off her. When I looked at her, she was completely naked, like Just like in a dream. So small, so vulnerable, so helpless. Her fragility, her tenderness, her powerlessness turned me on sexually. I had to hide my feelings from Kayla and Berlanti. Not from Luisa I know. I really want to...I really want to...I really need to..." His sudden outburst of sobs startled me, and a wave of grief and despair swept across his face and temporarily washed his soul.The perverted needs and obscene longings were drowned in a wave of self-pity. "There is a part of me that wants to kill myself," Stevenson said, "but it's just a very small part, a very small, very weak part, in which there is a remnant of the past me. Now I just want to kill myself." Would hunt others, would not kill himself. Never." He made a fist with his left hand, stretched it out to his mouth, stuffed it between his upper and lower teeth, and bit his finger hard, he bit so hard that I wouldn't be surprised if the bite bleeds.He clenched his fists and wept and twitched. I had never heard such a miserable sobbing. This new look of Stevenson is completely different from his image of calmness, justice and authority.At least for now, he had never been so sad and unable to extricate himself.Excited emotions come in waves, without intermission, and there is no calm storm in the middle, only the turbulent and surging waves. My fear of him gradually turned to pity.I almost reached out to pat him on the shoulder, to reassure him a little, but I refrained from doing so, knowing that the monster in him wasn't completely gone, and wasn't chained. He dropped his fists from his mouth and turned to face me with a pained look on his face, his intellectual and emotional wounds were so severe I couldn't help turning my head away.He also turned his head away, facing the windshield, and when the dew from the laurel trees fell in front of his eyes again, his sobs had gradually subsided to the point where he could speak. "Since last week, I've been making excuses to see Kayla, just to get closer to Berlanti." His voice was distorted by a tremor at first, but it faded away, replaced by an inhuman, morbid hunger. tone of voice. "Sometimes, late at night, when the goddamn moon is shining on me, when I feel so empty and cold inside, I feel like screaming, screaming, and I understand to fill it The only way to fill the emptiness and stop the cramps is to do what I dreamed of that made me happy. And I've decided I'm going to do it. I'm going to do it sooner or later. Just a matter of time." At this point he was swelling His mood had changed from guilt and restlessness to grim and wicked joy. "I'm going to do it, I'll do it. I've been looking for a little girl like Randi, nine or ten years old, who's as petite and pretty as she is. I want to start with myself. Unrelated people are safer, but the satisfaction is the same, it must feel good, it must be amazing, the thrill of being full of power and destruction, free from all barriers, broken down from all barriers, completely free. This little girl, wait until When I catch her, I must call her, bite her and bite her. In my dream, I lick their skin, and their skin has a salty taste; then I bite them again, I can Feel their screams between my teeth." Even in such a dim light, one could vaguely see his temples throbbing crazily.The muscles in his mouth bulged, and the corners of his mouth twitched excitedly.He becomes less human than beast--or both. I gripped the pistol so tightly that my entire arm and shoulder ached badly.I suddenly realized that my finger on the trigger was getting harder and harder, and I was in danger of misfiring a bullet at any time, although I hadn't aimed the gun at Stevens.It took a lot of effort to let go of my trigger finger. "What caused you to become like this?" When he turned his head to face me, that strange light flashed in his eyes again.When the light in his eyes faded, his dark eyes looked murderous. "A delivery boy." He said mysteriously. "It's all the delivery boy who is damned but can't die." "Why are you telling me these nightmares and what you're going to do to that little girl?" "Because, you're a bloody monster, and I have to give you an ultimatum to let you know the seriousness of the situation, to let you know that I'm not a dangerous person to mess with, to let you know that I have nothing to lose, and that if any Then one day, I'll happily beat you to a pulp. There are others, they don't want to hurt you—" "Because of my mother." "So you even know that?" "But I don't know what that means. What does my mother have to do with the whole thing?" Stevenson didn't answer, he just said: "Some people don't want to hurt you, and they don't want me to hurt you. But if I have to, I will. If you dare to pursue this matter any longer, I will blow your head off." , and then dig out your brain and throw it into the sea to feed the fish. Do you think I dare not?" "I believe in you." I said in a sincere tone. "You might be able to get some media attention because of that bestseller you wrote. However, if you make any calls and cause an uproar, I'll kill that DJ bitch with my own hands. I'll do whatever it takes Turn her inside out." The way he called Sasha made me furious, and I was surprised that I could hold myself still. So far, Roosevelt.The warning Foster gave me was, indeed, mere advice. Now this is the threat Roosevelt heard warning me from the cat. Stevenson's face was no longer pale, and now his face was slightly flushed—as if he just surrendered to the morbid desire, and the cold and empty black hole in his heart would be filled with flames immediately. He reaches for the climate control on the dashboard or turns the heat off. What is certain is that he doesn't have to wait until tomorrow's sunset to carry out the atrocities of kidnapping the little girl. I suddenly felt more courageous to force him to answer some questions, because I had adjusted my sitting position so that the muzzle of the gun in my pocket was facing him. "Where is my father's body?" "At Castle Valven. They're doing an autopsy." "why?" "You don't need to know. But, just to get you out of the deep end, I can tell you that he did die of cancer. A certain kind of cancer. So you don't have to talk nonsense to Anyan Freeman. , because you have no object of revenge at all." "Why should I believe what you say?" "Because it's easier for me to kill than to answer your questions—so why should I lie to you?" "What happened to Moonlight Bay?" The chief of police showed a strange sneer, as if he regarded the disaster as his personal nourishment. He sat up straight, chest out, and said, "This whole town is a roller coaster to hell, and the ride is guaranteed to be exciting." "That's not the answer I'm looking for." "You can only know so much." "Who killed my mother?" "It was an accident." "I've been thinking that as of tonight." He grinned sinisterly, looking like a razor wound suddenly widening. "Okay. If you insist on knowing, let me tell you one more thing. You're right in your suspicions. Your mother was murdered." Suddenly my heart rolled like a heavy stone wheel. "Who killed her?" "Herself, she killed herself, she killed herself, she put the throttle on the Saturn car to a hundred miles an hour and hit it head-on on the pier. There was no mechanical failure at all, and the throttle wasn't stuck, Those are all fake covers we made up." "You bastard liar." Stevenson licked his lips slowly, slowly, as if he thought his smile was sweet. "It's not a lie, Jon. And you know what? If I had known this would happen to me two years ago, if I had known that everything would have changed, I would have killed your mother with my own hands, killed her all Because of her role in this event. I'll take her somewhere no one will see, dig out her heart, fill the cavity in her chest with salt, and roast her for a steak—just Any method that can guarantee the death of this witch will work. What is the difference between what she does and the witch's curse? Whether it is science or witchcraft? If the result is the same, what is the difference between the two? I don't know the seriousness of the consequences, but she knows, so she saved me the trouble of driving a car and crashing head-on into an eighteen-inch concrete pillar." A greasy nausea flooded my body because I could hear the truth in his words so clearly.Although I only understand part of it, I feel that I already know too much. He said, "You have nothing to avenge, weirdo. No one killed your parents, in fact, from a certain point of view, it wasn't your mother who did both, she killed herself with your father." I closed my eyes, and I could no longer bear to look at his face, not just because he gloated over my mother's death, but because he clearly believed—for what reason—that my mother's death was just. "Now what I want you to do is crawl back to your rock crevice and stay there for the rest of your life. We won't allow you to spread the word about this. If the whole world knows what happened here, If word gets out to anyone other than Wervenburg and us, the people outside will have to quarantine the whole area. They will quarantine this place, kill every single one of us, burn down all the buildings, and burn them to the ground. , poison every wolf and every house cat, and then maybe drop a few atomic bombs on this place to completely destroy us. But even that would be in vain, because the black death has already spread far from here Distant places, even other continents, and other regions after training. We are the originator, so the symptoms are more obvious and the speed of spread is faster, but even without us, it will continue to spread. So we have no People are willing to die just to have their scum-eating politicians put money on their faces and say they've taken the necessary action." When I opened my eyes again, I suddenly found that he had raised his pistol and pointed it at me.The muzzle was less than two feet from my face.The only advantage I have now is that he doesn't know I have a gun, and that's a huge advantage, as long as I'm sure I'm the first to pull the trigger. Although I knew it was all in vain, I tried to argue with him—perhaps the only argument at this moment could keep me from thinking about his instructions to my mother. "For heaven's sake, listen to me a few minutes ago and tell me that you have no purpose in living anyway. Whatever is going on here is no big deal, if we try to find Help, maybe—” "I was in a very mood just now," he interrupted me abruptly. "Didn't you listen to me just now, weirdo? I told you I was in a very moody, ugly mood. But I am in a mood now." I'm in a better mood now that I'm in the mood to do all the things I can, to embrace the changed me and stop trying to resist the change, boy. That's the way it is, you know, the change, the brilliance Changes, everything changes, keeps changing, forever and ever, changes. A new world is coming, and everything will be new." "But we can't—" "If you solve the mystery and tell the world, you're signing yourself a death warrant. You're going to kill your sexy little DJ girl and all your friends. Now get out of the car , get on your bike and roll home with that skinny ass of yours. No matter what Sandy Kirk gives you, get rid of it anyway. Then, if you don't keep your promise not to pursue , if you're deliberately trying to compete with cats for curiosity, then you might as well go to the seaside for a few days, bask in the sun, and get a goddamn tan." I can't believe he let me go. Then he said, "Leave the dog for me." "no. He gestured with a pistol: "Go out." "It's my dog." "It's not anybody's dog. That's beyond dispute." "What do you want it for?" "Do an animal experiment." "what?" "I'm going to take it to the municipal dump. There's a log mill there for crushing tree trunks." "Can't." "I'll put a bullet through the head of this mongrel—" "No" "Throw it in the mill—" "You let it get out of the car now." "Then put the minced meat in a bag and put it next to your house as a lesson for you." Looking at Stevenson in front of me, I knew he had not only changed, he was simply not the same person.He is a new human being reborn from the old Stevenson, like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon, only the process is reversed: after the butterfly returns to its cocoon, it enters and exits a caterpillar.This nightmarish process of transformation has been going on for a long time, but now it culminates before my eyes.The last remnants of the former director general have completely disappeared. The person I am in direct conflict with at this moment is only driven by needs and desires, and is completely unconstrained by moral conscience. He is no longer the sobbing sad man a few minutes ago. On the surface, everything is as deadly as anyone. If he had a laboratory virus that caused such a change, would it infect me? My heart is constantly at war with itself, beating itself with punch after punch. Although I can never imagine myself killing another human being, I feel that I can kill this villain in front of me, because I save not only Orson, but also the innocent little girls and the innocent little girls he tried to practice his nightmare. Miss. My voice was stronger than I expected, and I said, "Get this dog out of the car now." With a skeptical look and a vicious rattlesnake sneer, he said, "Did you forget who the cops were? Huh, freak! Did you forget who had a gun?" If I shot now, I probably wouldn't be able to kill the bastard right away, even at this close range.Even if the first shot hit him in the heart, he would still have had a quick reflex to fire back at me, within two feet of which he would never have missed. Finally he broke the ice and said, "Well, well, you want to see me do it, don't you?" I couldn't believe it, but he half-turned from his seat, put the barrel of the gun through the one-inch gap in the iron railing, and fired at Ourson. The gunfire shook the entire car, and Olson let out a scream. "No!" I yelled frantically. As Stevenson pulled the gun out of the gap, I shot him.The bullet pierced my jacket pocket and punched a hole in his chest.He shot randomly at the ceiling.I made another shot.The shot hit him in the throat, and the bullet shattered the car window behind him as it exited the back of his neck. I froze on the seat, unable to move my whole body as if enchanted, and forgot how to blink my eyes. My heart was like a shot put hanging in my chest. My emotions suddenly became numb, and I couldn’t even feel my hands. I was holding a pistol, and I couldn't see anything in front of me. I knew there was a dead man lying on the driver's seat, but I couldn't even see him. The excessive fright caused me to lose my sight instantly. I was at a loss in the dark, maybe it was the sound of gunshots Maybe I just don't want to hear the voice of my inner conscience discussing the consequences. The only sense that is still functioning is smell.The smell of gunpowder after the shooting, the smell of blood, the pungent smell of urine left by Stephenson's incontinence before he died, and the fragrance of my mother's rose shampoo wafting over my head, the whole car smelled in an instant. Mixed with stench.All the smells were real, except that of rose essence, which had been long forgotten, and whose delicate aroma was now called from memory.Extreme panic always brings us back to childhood, Chazal said so.At the height of my panic, the scent of that shampoo brought me back to my lost mother, desperate for her hand to hold mine as tightly as I had when I was a child.