(Part 1)
Every night, he goes to the forest. There are no stars, only the pale moon hangs lonely in the sky, facing him far away. What does he hope to see? A goblin from an oak tree? Or a witch who lives in a wooden house, with withered brown hair and withered hands? Or the dancing dwarf by the lake, or Snow White in the cave? There is nothing, the animals and elves in the fairy tale have avoided human beings and disappeared into the vast night. He remembered the stories his father had told him before he went to sleep: "The forest is nothing. The beasts came and ripped them apart... "
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feel lonely. Endless loneliness. Nobody needs him. Colleagues all looked at him strangely, and they either walked past him with disdain, or moved as far away from him as possible. But he could feel that they were all afraid of him. Although some tried to hide their unease, he could be sure that they were afraid of him. He can smell fear because he has lived in fear all his life. When he was a little boy, he was often bullied by other children. He is the laughing stock of the school. At lunch time people dumped his meal or put cockroaches in it. Sometimes, the older boys would prank him in the toilet, forcing him to miss a whole day of lessons. The girls occasionally sympathized with him, but then they all applauded when they thought it was funny. "You look like a dog, eh?" laughed the boy named Stephen, one of the first to bully him. "Look, he looks like a dog!"
He washed his face and looked at himself in the mirror. This is the face of a middle-aged man, the mouth is slightly crooked, the corners of the eyes have begun to have very small wrinkles, a pair of light blue eyes are covered under the messy black bangs, and he is looking at him on the other side of the mirror. This is another me, he thought. Then he smiled at the mirror and wiped the moisture from the mirror.
He had thought that as long as Griffin was left behind, the loneliness would disappear. But he was wrong. He was still alone, and the loneliness was overwhelming him, and he was entangled with him every minute and every second. He thought again of Griffin, a Jewish boy with curly blond hair, the only one who never laughed at him. His color was so dazzling that at first he mistakenly thought he had seen an angel. They go home together, study together, and watch football together. Griffin is from Antwerp. According to him, there is the largest Notre Dame Cathedral in Antwerp in Belgium, as well as the Scheldt River. When they were grown up, they could go from the tunnel at the bottom of the Scheldt to Sder, where Rubens' Descending Jesus was waiting for them.
Jesus descended. Nicodemus stood on the ladder, and he slowly lowered the body of Christ so that Joseph of Arimathea could catch him, and Mary Magdalene stood under the cross. But who is he? The one who lowered the cross, or the one who raised it?
How to keep Griffin. For this he tried all kinds of methods. He can't wait, Griffin will leave one day, how can he let that day come? He didn't want to go back into the dark emptiness, and Griffin must have known that. His heart was filled with joy as he raised his axe at Griffin. Look, I've finally found a way to keep you forever...it works, doesn't it? With just an axe, you can stay with me forever. He looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction. Griffin fell to the ground with a large incision in his forehead, and blood kept flowing out. His golden head drooped, and the expression on his face was calm, as he was unconscious before he realized what was going on. He is no longer alone.
After that, Griffin spent two years with him. When he woke up at night, he could see Griffin sitting on the head of the bed, his blond hair standing out in the dark. He sat up and touched his cold cheek with his lips, his heart full and occupied with an inexplicable emotion. During the day, Griffin went to school with him, played football on the playground, and ran. If he was sitting in the classroom, Griffin was sitting in his own seat, looking at him all the time. It's always a good time when two people are together.
But gradually, Griffin appeared less and less often. Sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night and can't find him anywhere, only showing up when it's almost dawn. He was horrified to find that when he returned home, the shadow around him was gone. Griffin is moving away from his life.
He walked out of the bathroom and sat down in front of the computer. Time is back. Looking back, he was still alone. I love you, a man's voice came from the TV behind me, we will never be apart. That's a TV show. His fingers tapped the keyboard quickly, searching for the latest topic. Is Hannibal really someone? Experiment under the scalpel. Specific manifestations of psychopaths. There are always people who care about these pointless questions and think they have a glimpse of the truth. The mouse stops on a title, how can a human be slaughtered?
Kill him, eat him, become one with him. Don't people have the desire to eat people deep down in their hearts?
He had tried to do so. It was not long after he first came into contact with the Internet that a man named Baker approached him. They chatted happily in the cannibal chat room. "Would you like to eat me?" Baker invited him. "I want to experience what it's like to be eaten." "Why not?" he replied. "I have all the necessary facilities here, and I wanted to try it out very early on. Are you coming? I'll follow the real steps exactly."
He strapped Baker to the operating table, using a black whiteboard The pen carefully marked the location on him. "There's more meat in the buttocks and tendons," he looked at Baker, possessing himself. "I can't wait." Baker giggled at first, looking curiously at everything in the room. But he was visibly panicked when he hoisted his legs up by the chains. "What are you doing?" he struggled. "What are you doing?" "That way your blood will go to your head, and when I cut your neck, the blood will spray on me." "No!" Baker Cried, "No! I don't want this!"
Finally he had to let him go. As soon as he was free, he rushed out the door without even getting his clothes. I said everything would be the same, and he buried his face in his palms in pain. Only then can we become one. don't you want to? The most perfect combination in the world.
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