Chasing the Mist

"My head grew heavy and my sight gr to stop for the night......."

The magnetic and deep voice of the Eagles echoed in the room, and the white woven lamps on the ceiling shone brightly.

The man put down the knife and looked down at the blood, which slipped from his fingers drop by drop. After a while, he opened his mouth and stretched out his tongue, licking the blood on the belly of his finger. The smell spread in his mouth. He was as satisfied as a child eating candy, and then picked it off. He took off the bloody gloves and threw them into the trash can, revealing his slender and white fingers.

He took out a gray and white checkered handkerchief, gently wiped the fine sweat on his forehead, and wiped off the beads of sweat. He put on his gloves again, raised the glowing metal knife, and scratched hard into the skin of his neck. In an instant, blood gushed out from the skin, and his hands and feet on the bed After the immobilized woman writhed silently, she stopped struggling completely.

The sound of metal and bone|flesh rubbing was mixed with the sound of the music. After the last cut, the man glanced at his semi-finished product, put down the knife, and hummed briskly to the music.

After the song was over, he turned on the faucet, and the water flowed out, transparent and pure, washing away the blood stained on the blade, and the bloody water overflowing at the bottom of the sink flowed down the drain into the dark and dark sewer.

After the knives were arranged neatly in order from small to large, the man folded his arms around his chest and stared down at the separated corpse on the bed. Blood gushed out from the severed part of the neck, and the blood flowed into the ground, staining the sides of the shoes red. Pay attention to your feet and focus on your "work"

a long time.

The man smiled in satisfaction, let go of his arms, and lifted the corner of the curtain. The sky outside the window was getting darker, and small snowflakes fell to the ground with the wind. The thin layer of snow could not cover the original color of the earth. The arc of his mouth continued to widen. The eyes overflowed with light, and even the humming voice became louder.

He bent down, carefully held up his head, placed it on a specific dressing table, opened the drawer, picked up a wooden comb, and combed the messy hair. After combing all the hair, he tied it into a high ponytail. After drawing the eyebrows, drawing the lips... After finishing all the makeup, he held the bleeding head and put it in the refrigerator to freeze.

The blood in the skull was completely solidified, the man took out the mold and filled it with water, placed the head in it, and put it in the refrigerator again to freeze.

On the table, a woman's head was wrapped in crystal clear ice, like a natural amber. The man took a carving knife to the ice and carved it carefully. Soon, the ice sculpture of the human head was completed.

He stared at the "work" and looked at it, touched it again and again, and couldn't put it down, almost obsessed.

At this time, the music stopped abruptly, and the female hostess’s melodious voice came from the speaker: “My friends, the new year is coming, let’s count down to welcome the new year, 10, 9, 8...Happy New Year.”

The man restrained his obsessive eyes, but couldn't help raising his hand to touch the ice sculpture, and said to himself: "New Year's gift, I hope you will like it.