White City Murder Expo

【Extra】Talk about the day after tomorrow

"...There is no evidence that Sue Seides had a necrophilic tendency, on the contrary, we think he was never willing to admit the fact that he murdered. Indeed, he carried the body on the sofa and shared the dead Bed together, the longest for two weeks, but not out of sexual desire; in his heart he was looking forward to the fairytale ending in which Sleeping Beauty would finally wake up. He was patient and forced himself to ignore all abnormalities, Until the corpse is so highly decomposed that the stench can no longer be tolerated."

— Raven Young, Deputy Inspector

**

Before I became famous, I was a homeless person for 17 years, in Chicago.It was around that time that I was kidnapped by Sue Seides and later became the only survivor of the serial murder.

It must be emphasized in advance that I am not gay, and I have no emotional entanglement with that murderer, let alone sexual relations.I'm just too lazy to sue each of the newspapers for slander.

I remember when Chicago was having the World's Fair.The weather was fine, I was nestled on a bench by the side of the road, a car pulled up in front of me, and Suy Seides was in it, and he rolled down the window and asked me if I wanted to go with him for something to eat, and I Immediately left with him.Now that I think about it, I think that's what I've been doing for the rest of my life, just climbing into a stranger's car because of a non-existent sandwich.

Then I showed up in his basement.

The basement is small and dark, with a light bulb hanging from the ceiling, it is bright yellow, reflecting reddish-brown stains like undecipherable paintings on the wall.

Jesus, I'm afraid someone died here.Anyone who walks in will think so.I didn't react much when he confessed this fact to me, he was surprised.In fact, I was not that rational. I was probably petrified by the iron chain on my feet that could hold the tiger.

He gave me something to eat, then moved a chair and sat down, and I sat on the floor.He was talking to me condescendingly... it was really his one sided questioning and I was 100% honest.I told him about my family and my qualifications, and he said in surprise that I was his junior; I told him that I dropped out of school halfway through; he said it was not good.

He said "this isn't great" with the look of my dad when he heard I dropped out of school, and that's the moment he scares me the most.

Sue Seides herself is not as exaggerated as in the painting.He is not tall and strong, he looks about five feet seven, slightly fat, but not bad-looking, or rather, he is quite good, he is quite handsome.I'm not complimenting him.

He has gray-blue eyes that are peacock blue when he pokes his head out the car window and dove gray in the basement.He has a pair of swallowing eyes, always averting his sight, his eyes flickering, fluttering like a feeble butterfly.Sue looked like the kind of sissy who wouldn't dare to fight back if you punched him. It was hard to imagine him hurting others.I later learned that before me and after me there were a lot of blond-haired young men like me, maybe 30 or so, who were beaten, stuffed in ovens, raped in this basement.There was a small town police officer from New York who had his entire face ripped off, and his face was on his lap, and he killed himself.I later learned that any of these items could be my ending.

Why am I the only one who survived?You ask me this question, and I have no answer.

Possibly because I told him I was a poet before I was a bum.I recited my poems to him, and he said they were better than those who published books. He was the first person to appreciate me, which is ridiculous.Although he also said no wonder I would become a homeless person.

Possibly the first time I took off the chains on my feet, and when I went upstairs to take a shower, he shaved me and said I was the most unattractive of all the people.

He chats with me very often.He talked about his son, he loved his son very much.He also talks about a painter, a dog, a scum who "you can't be real with him just by looking at that face", I don't know if it's about the painter or someone else.But what he talked about most was the wife Matilda who left him. After abandoning him, this woman went to Long Island, Ohio, Pennsylvania, Hawaii, Algiers... Every time she went to a different place, I didn't ask why, hoping she was a traveler.

Once he said he was going to kill me because I knew too much.His muzzle was on my forehead.

I quickly swore I was tight-lipped.Also, I'm a writer, and what I say is either gibberish or fake, and nobody takes it seriously.I said a lot of things in a hurry, but I don't remember them now.

His forefinger hooked the trigger.I closed my eyes tightly, and after a while, he left.He left without locking the door.

—Joshua White, bestselling author of What a Fucking Bad Book, Friends

**

A boy and a girl were walking on the grass by the lake. They looked only seventeen or eighteen years old.

The girl was small, with short black hair and thick flat bangs, like a Japanese woman in a science fiction novel.She walks ahead, no matter where they are going, she must be the one who calls the shots.

The boy, with brown curly hair, is tall and thin, with a backpack on his back and a yellow Polaroid in his hand, shuffling along.

"That's right here," the girl stopped, took out a photo from her pocket, and pointed to the boy, "They salvaged the car and parked it here. At first, they only knew that the driver was dead, but they didn't expect that there was still a photo hidden in the trunk." He was holding a man with his hands and feet tied, with a desperate expression on his face. That was the driver's son."

"Oh my God."

"If my dad was going to die one day, he might as well do it."

"I can swim, I can save you."

"Come on. Take a picture of me."

"Uh, right here?"

"uh-huh."

"But people have died here."

"It's the 21st century, sweetheart, there are no ghosts in this world."

"You know I don't believe in science that much."

"If we get a picture of a ghost, we will become famous. This picture can sell a lot of money. We will drop out of school immediately and use this money to travel around the world."

"Okay, but don't go to Italy." The boy held up the camera.

"What happened to Italy?"

"I feel very sad when I think of those men chasing after you and calling 'beauty, beauty'."

"You can fight them. Will you fight for me?"

"I won't fight."

"You know nothing."

"I'm sorry. Would you like to kiss me?"

"why?"

"Because I really love you."

"Shit. You totally ruined the atmosphere of our horror trip."

she said, but leaned over and kissed him.

--THAN--