June 2 sunny
I think he probably knew someone was watching him.
He turned around a lot during class, and I hope he didn't notice me. Today, I didn't do any makeup or grooming. If I was really seen by him, I think I would probably be ashamed and slammed into the wall.
I just wanted to watch him, there was no way to control that.
The way he laughs reminds me of orchids, green opals, fine features on peaches, and all things pleasant. He has such a handsome face that I wish I could be his dog so I could lick his cheek with the tip of my tongue every morning to wake him up.
I love him more than I love myself.
June 3rd sunny
Today I followed Charmian to the park. It was obviously a bit of a risk, and he'd almost noticed me a few times, but luckily I'd dodged in the end. He was as smart and sharp as I thought. Reason tells me that I should avoid this kind of stalking, but today I'm lucky.
I finally got some new news. Before this, I never noticed that Charmian likes baseball. He looks so handsome when he plays baseball. I want to lick his sweat and put my teeth on his tight Red tooth marks are left on the skin. Is there something strange about this idea? Oh yeah, I feel that too, but there are things I just can't control and he's so beautiful it breaks my heart.
I think he is like a pure white flower that blooms on the dirtiest soil, even walking through the most evil desires, he still has such pure eyes. No one can resist the desire to have him, no one...
June 4th overcast
The weather turned bad and it was sad that he didn't go to the baseball field today.
I followed him again, and I realized today that his winter routine has changed due to daylight saving time, and I should have written down more precise numbers. He bought some men's body wash at the supermarket, and it was like a gift from God that I could finally create his scent at home. His physique is as fascinating as ever, I just don't know how he grew up, if I could get close to him... if I could... I'd like to swallow him. God, that's a bad idea, but I just want to do it, I really want to be with him, flesh and blood, never parting...
"…Never parted? It looks like you really do love that man."
Rogers hit the stop button on the tape player in his hand, then ripped the earphones from his ears.
This is the audio diary he revisited countless times when his mother was young, but when he heard this passage, he still couldn't hold back his words to his mother.
A mummified corpse, which had begun to wax, lay motionless on the bed, her brown skin glowing softly in the light because of the paraffin wax, and dry and sparse white hair remained on her scalp, in order to avoid shedding Rogers very little to touch them. Her eye socket is now a dry black hole, and the edges of her skin are fine folds. The shriveled eyeballs stuck to the inside of the black hole like dried cranberries, and her jaw was pulled open by the constricted muscles due to dehydration, leaving her mouth open, looking like a scream... or It's wild laughter.
But anyway, she seemed much calmer than before.
Since many years ago, Lena Mackinson has used audio to record everything about her life, including how she followed the man she once loved, and how she gradually indulged in that almost perverted desire. And that legacy, which Rogers inherited after she committed suicide, was the only thing he got from his mother other than murderous skills.
It must be admitted that, through countless plays, Rogers arguably knew the man better than Rand—his schedule in each season, when he got up, when he would go to the library, what food pairings he liked, what he was good at exercise…
Through the sight of Lina, who had been hidden in every corner of the world years ago, Rogers can more vividly restore everything about Charmian Severs than anyone else in the world - and it is because of this that when he sees When Rand, he knew better than anyone just how similar he was to his father.
Even in the most twisted circumstances, they can live forever in what they consider to be happiness, and in essence, both Sivers have that ability to turn a blind eye to evil, just like Lina As it was said.
They are the pure white flowers that bloom on the dirtiest swamp.
Rogers heard footsteps in the hallway, and he knew it was Rand.
"I'll take good care of him, Mom." He stood up and kissed Lina's body softly, "He'll always remember the happy times we had together... I won't let him forget, so don't Worry, we'll always be together, and this time...forever."
Rand was looking down for the key when Rogers opened the door behind him, he knew it was in the bag but his fingers kept shaking, making even such a simple act difficult.
And when he realized that Rogers would see him now when he opened the door - messy clothes, scratches all over his face and arms, bruises on his neck... He became even more flustered.
He tried to insert the keyhole, but unfortunately it fell to the ground. When Rand picked up the key, Rogers was already beside him.
"God, Rand, what happened to you?"
Rogers cupped his face in his hands and watched in horror as Rand made an exaggerated noise.
Look, that's what I try to avoid. Rand thought.
He froze for a moment, then took a deep breath in a hidden way, before standing up and facing Rogers with a forced smile.
"A little accident happened."
Rand said vaguely.
Rogers looked at him sadly, as if he was about to cry in the next second.
"Oh, no, you don't look like you've had a 'slight' accident. You've been robbed, have you called the police?"
He asked with concern that did not meet the criteria of "indifferent urbanite" at all.
Rand felt his headache and stomach aches get worse.
He opened his mouth, but found that he didn't know how to explain what had happened before.
Should he have said to Rogers that he had watched a murderer dissect a man alive and that man was alive and recognized him now
You know, after the huge change in appearance, the only person who could recognize him without any obstacles was Vincent before - and now, the man named Mick has also done it.
"Do you think plastic surgery can make you look different? It's no use, I'll always recognize you, I'll always remember your evil eyes, you devil..."
The man's screams echoed repeatedly in Rand's ears.
Mick was completely out of control at the time, he screamed frantically, attacked Rand like a rabid dog, and he even injured the staff who tried to prevent this from happening. Under normal circumstances, Rand knew he should have called the police and called Vincent... Just like when he was brought back to cause a mass media uproar, Vincent could always handle everything well.
But…
In the end, Rand just watched quietly as the officers took Mick, still struggling, out of the pet shelter.
He didn't call Vincent, Caroline, or anyone.
Through Mick's incoherent screams, the life of that man, the victim of the tragedy sixteen years ago, lay before Rand.
Sixteen years ago, the moment Lina Mekinson left in a hurry and the FBI kicked the villa door, it didn't mean the tragedy of Mick's life ended. Instead, it was the beginning of an earthly hell.
He lost his right liver (and saw it eaten), and his ability to reproduce, and since then he has almost never had a relationship with women, love, or marriage, he suffered from severe auditory and visual hallucinations, the tragedy He was so stimulated that he had to spend a long time in a state mental hospital, his career was completely over, and astronomical medical bills to keep his body functioning after losing his liver The whole family is completely devastated...
You could say he lost everything.
And as a participant in that tragedy sixteen years ago, Rand Sivers just forgot everything.
He still lived a good life, dazed, but happily alive.