Everyone in me panicked. His hands even began to tremble.
Why does this person look exactly like me? I was sitting on the ground with blood flowing on the ground below me. He must be dead, dead in the fight with me.
But I didn't dare to move, I just sat there, watching the flashlight rolling aside. Finally I picked it up tremblingly and moved the beam of light to that face. Look carefully, from the eyebrows to the chin, to see every detail, in the end I almost despair, this is my face.
It can even be said that it is not a face exactly like me, but the person lying on the ground, that is me. His body shape, physical strength, and way of thinking are all the same as mine. It is no wonder that at the first sight of him, even if it is just a back, there is a strange feeling entwined with me.
I took a few deep breaths, calmed down the violent ups and downs, stood up and looked at the whole scene.
This is a barracks room with huge counters, a whole row of stoves, various knives, and piles of firewood. I reluctantly walked aside, sat on the stool, and looked at the corpse on the ground. Not a dream, that person is me, looking at my corpse.
This is not a wrong judgment. I have studied anatomy and have a unique way of observing many details. I will not be fooled by a face that just looks alike. This person is me.
I saw a sharp piece of wood stuck in his neck. When we were fighting, it broke the wooden shelf where the tableware was placed, and one of the pieces just stuck into the neck.
What should I do, should I leave this corpse behind
I suddenly remembered Zuoan Ichiro. He told me many experiences when studying abroad in Germany, and relayed a sentence from a certain instructor: Only anatomy can expose all illusions.
In many cases, the illusion is often more real than the truth. People are immersed in the sensuality of the black hand, and they cannot use their own eyes to investigate everything. Anatomy can, and anatomy can restore everything in its original form, even if they are so confusing.
I looked at the lancet in my hand, I think it is the best helper to help me uncover the truth.
I lifted him up and put it on the huge table, which was made of the best wood in Daxinganling, which was dense and strong.
I put the flashlight on the small shelf above my head, and the dim light hit the corpse. It's not all quiet around, except for the sound of my suppressed breathing, there is also the sound of cold dust blowing outside, and the sound of unclosed windows opening and closing.
It was pitch black all around, as if there was only a small light left in the world, me by the desk, and my corpse on the desk.
I untied his Japanese military uniform and stripped off all the khaki clothes. This is an extremely familiar body. I am afraid that no one will be more familiar with this body than I.
Birthmarks, scars, moles, all the hidden, small traces, are all so familiar one by one appeared in front of my eyes. I used to have these traces in the same place, but after that night when the purple light was shining, everything on my body was turned over. They all appeared on the other side of my body, and even my dominant hand became a left hand.
I have asked myself countless times in the dark, why did I become like this, am I still the same Xiangshui before.
I suddenly felt a little panic. Everything about me has changed, but this person's body is normal. Could it be that I have become that fake? Is the real Xiangshui lying here
No, it is impossible. Fear is replaced by anger, and panic becomes malicious. I am Xiang Shui. I was born in Fengtian and grew up in the northeast. This guy who suddenly ran out in Japanese military uniform is the monster.
I am not a monster.
I took the lancet with my right hand and stroked his flesh, from head to toe, feeling every inch of skin and every corner, looking at his cold body, and feeling the slowly stiffening muscles.
His eyes are still open, exactly the same as mine. What he was thinking before he died, he must be thinking, oops, he is going to be really killed by Xiangshui, my fake is finally going to die, haha.
It must be so. He must know that he is a fake, so he ran away as soon as he saw me. How could the imitation dare to meet the real body? That's why I am the real Xiangshui.
I was almost gnashing my teeth thinking about this. In the dark, I stood under the light and stared at the dead body on the desk, my eyes cracking, and I didn't move for a long time.
I remembered that sentence again, only...
"Only anatomy..."
I raised my head, almost chanting.
"Only anatomy, only anatomy can penetrate..."
Holding a knife in his right hand, cutting across the pair of eyeballs, from the left eye to the right, the turbid vitreous body flows out, like two rows of dirty tears.
"Only anatomy can expose all illusions."
The first is the head, starting from the frontal occipital muscles, and making a cut. I need to see what this face looks like. The tip of the knife pierces the base of the right ear, cuts to the lower jaw, cuts the throat, to the left ear, and then to the left. The face, forehead, and right cheek were skillfully lifted, and the entire face was removed, and the two ears were cut off again, and the knife was cut through the throat. Press down, turn the blade, and make a circle around the entire neck. , There is only one neck bone to support the head.
Perfect, this is a perfect skull specimen, with red muscles, white mucous membranes, and yellow fat. Together with the two rows of teeth and gums that have lost the shelter of the lips, it is like a bitter smiling face. Because of the loss of the eyelids, even if the pair of eyeballs were ruptured, they looked extraordinarily large.
I moved my gaze away from the head, moved to the chest of the corpse, and gently wiped the lancet, then pointed the tip of the knife against the right armpit, pierced it straight down into the skin, and scratched it down. It was deep, and the wound was winding on the chest like a red snake. The snake crawled around, finally caught the snake's tail by the head of the snake, and then sent the blade obliquely under the flesh, and then sent it inward one by one. , Cut the muscles. Since the blood of the corpse had not completely solidified, my hands were soaked with blood.
I lifted up the layer of human skin on his chest, pulled it hard, and pulled it down completely. In this way, only a piece of interlaced red and white flesh was left on his chest.
Suddenly I felt very bored. It is too slow to cut inch by inch with a lancet. Although it is fine, it also loses its ease.
I turned my gaze to the kitchen utensils hanging aside, the simple and dazzling beauty after being polished with fine iron, shining on a handle of knives.
Hacksaw, deboning knife, chopping knife, slicing knife, cleaver.
They are perfect, and I think I can use them.
The light was very dim, and the air was filled with the smell of damp and blood. The wind outside the house was getting bigger and bigger, rolling up snow particles and knocking on the wooden door. The room was quiet. Because the light was not good enough, the shadows obscured a part of the line of sight, but it also projected every movement of me onto the wall. Extend every movement.
I'm dismembering the body.
At the same time, looking at the undulating shadow on the wall, I moved and he moved, and I stopped and he stopped. It seems to be doing all this in front of a black mirror. Although the details are blurred, it also magnifies the pleasure. (End of this chapter)