Eight years ago, on a rainy night in the east district of x City.

When he opened his eyes again, the surrounding scenery had turned upside down. Gu Yun stood up from the carpet. Although it was still the same room, the furniture was placed at a noticeable deviation. The only light source in the living room came from the chandelier hanging directly above him. The orange lights flickered and the occasional thunder outside the window made the atmosphere in the room look a little gloomy.

An Ling was gone, and instead was an old man sitting at the dining table eating melon seeds.

Gu Yun recognized the old man at a glance - Song Gu was no different from the photos in the newspaper. He was wearing a yellowed white vest and didn't care if the melon seed shell fell to the ground, looking very sloppy.

However, Song Gu continued to eat melon seeds leisurely as if he had not noticed Gu Yun at all.

After a while, a knock on the door rang.

Song Gu's eyes lit up, and he quickly walked to the door and opened the security door.

A man wearing a black windbreaker and a black top hat was greeted by him.

"You are Mr. %#?"

Gu Yun subconsciously frowned. When Song Gu mentioned the man's name, he heard only a sharp and harsh noise. He looked at the man in the windbreaker again, but found that the other party's face was also distorted and there was no sign of any characteristic at all.

The man in the windbreaker seemed to be talking to Song Gu, but Gu Yun heard nothing. Song Gu talked to himself as if he was alone in a single act.

The two talked at the door for a while, and Song Gu enthusiastically asked the man to sit opposite the dining table, found some snacks from the refrigerator, and made a cup of coffee for each other.

"Mr. %#, to be honest, it has become increasingly difficult for me to control my desire since a month ago."

When Song Gu said this, his face was not as panic and helpless as a patient. On the contrary, his tone sounded very excited, "Actually, I have been interested in the human body since I was very young. Of course, it would be even better if I was a young woman."

"It's hard for me to explain to you where this impulse comes from, but I finally found an opportunity recently. This time the visitor was a little girl who had a fight with her family and came to work in anger. She was very simple. She told me how many parents ignored her wishes, and she also said that she would be beaten if she violated her parents' expectations."

"She seemed to have drunk some wine that day and was a little excited. After that, she was already dry and so I went to the kitchen to make her instant coffee like I did before. Instant coffee is great and can make people feel energetic, but I added something else to it."

"This is the first time I did this. I thought the medicine I bought from the vendor at a low price would lose its chain, but the little girl fell asleep quickly. She talked for so long, and it was time to take a good rest."

"So I took her back to her bedroom and placed her flat on the bed...What are your eyes? What I pursue is not that superficial stimulation. I think the real charm of the human body is not the appearance, but the inner, so I took out the prepared scalpel - this is what I bought from a friend who also lost his job in the financial crisis."

"When she cut to the seventh knife, she woke up and was panicked when she saw the changes that happened to her body. However, due to the effect of the medicine, she couldn't move... But even if the medicine was not effective, she couldn't move. I had a deep study of the human body. At the beginning, the four knifes had completely cut off her possibility of resistance."

"Then she cried and begged me to stop. Of course not. My artistic processing is only halfway through, how can I give up halfway?"

"The first time is destined to be the most special one, so I remembered the number. When the 132nd knife was killed, I completely opened her and learned every detail inside her. This was much more vivid than her words. Everything about her was presented to me in full... The only drawback is that the little girl seemed to be unable to make any sound. She stopped crying at the 30th knife or the 26th knife? I can't remember it any more."

"So Mr. %#, I am your loyal fan. As you can see, we are the same kind of people. We have an understanding of the human body and art that is beyond the ordinary."

"I like your book "Mary in the Frame", especially the little girl who broke into the wrong place at the wrong time, is so vivid in my memory! How did you think of using weird talk as a trick to imprison her alive on the back of the frame?"

"Although our techniques of showing art may differ, the pursuing ideas are the same. We are pursuing the intersection of beauty and despair. Only the most extreme despair can highlight the most beautiful part of mankind - how? Can this provide inspiration for your next work?"

Speaking of this, the bedroom door was suddenly opened.

A little girl wearing a bear pajamas, barefoot and disheveled hair came out sleepily. She rubbed her eyes and was stunned when she saw Song Gu and the man in the windbreaker, and then asked them very politely.

Then she walked into the kitchen in a daze and took a bottle of mineral water, and returned to her bedroom in a daze.

The house suddenly fell into a long silence, and Song Gu finally broke the silence.

"That little girl just now is the prototype of the heroine. How about it? She's quite cute, right?"

After a brief silence, the man in the windbreaker seemed to have said something to Song Gu.

"Haha, you are really good at joking. Of course she is not dead. If someone dies, I will never have the chance to see you-I just told you that I had recently conceived, and the title of the book is tentatively set to "Horror Old Man". Unfortunately, I don't have much writing talent, so I can only think about it alone at home."

"By the way, I can reveal in private what the subject matter of your next book is?"

"The vengeful spirit that appears in the middle of the highway on foggy and rainy days, causing the vehicle to fall off the cliff? Well... it sounds good."

"This is the charm of being able to express your unrealistic ideas in another way, just like the final ending of "Mary in the Frame", the key is the beauty of despair that is presented - you can't really imprison a high school girl behind the mirror in the basement, right?"

Responding to Song Gu, there was another long silence.

Song Gu stared at the man in the windbreaker sitting opposite him. The two of them kept looking at each other. The careless smile on his face gradually disappeared. He seemed to have noticed something and became no longer fanatical. After calming down, he began to panic.

The chandeliers that were flashing and dizzy in the house swayed inappropriately, and the rain outside the window was stormy, leaving only the sound of raindrops hitting the window ling in the room.

After a while, the man in the windbreaker seemed to have finally spoken something, and the expression on Song Gu's face finally returned to normal.
Chapter completed!