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In France, the afterglow of the sunset scatters on the surface of the Seine River, and a vintage-style marble church stands on the shore. In the near and far distance, there is a rumbling sound of engines; on the roadside boats, rhythmic music is mixed with the sound, and there are still a few tourists and pedestrians chatting casually. The last rays of light disappear from the sky, and across the river, the lights illuminate the darkness of the night. The Eiffel Tower twinkles with the radiance bestowed upon it by the world, shining brightly in the dark night.
Shinsuke, a student at Sorbonne University, left school early today and returned to his residence. His residence is in a factory not far from Sorbonne University, called Gabriel Lin Blanket Factory, which processes blankets day and night. The deafening mechanical noise is indeed not suitable for living, and the scattered apartments have to lower the rent to attract nearby workers to live there.
Shinsuke carefully set the tableware, lit a candle, and eagerly, yet somewhat anxiously, waited for his classmate Hart Weld - a high-achieving female student from Sorbonne University. This is Shinsuke's first invitation for her to come to his residence. Although he has been studying in France for more than two years, his 1.5-meter stature seems to place him in heaven in France. His research topic, "A Comparative Study of Kawabata Yasunari and the Avant-Garde Art Movements of 20th Century Europe," has just been approved by his supervisor, and now he can finally relax and prepare his own plans.
It was nine o'clock in the evening, and he seemed even more excited. At times, he stood in front of the mirror, carefully examining his ugly face. His sparse hair was recklessly scattered on his head, and the grease on his scalp made his few remaining hairs even more lifeless. His narrow eyes squinted as if scrutinizing something. At other times, he paced back and forth in the living room, rubbing his hands together, like an athlete preparing to enter the arena.
Finally, Hart Weld knocked on his door. She was a typical French woman with thick, soft curls that fell straight to her shoulders. She greeted Shinsuke cheerfully and entered the room.
"Hart, please have a seat. Let me pour you a glass of water," Shinsuke said respectfully. In the presence of the slender Hart Weld, he appeared even smaller and more emaciated.
"Haha, you're welcome. You invited me today to teach you German, right? Actually, my level is just average, haha." Harvey's hearty laughter rang out again, only to be quickly drowned out by the roar of the nearby blanket factory.
Harvey then got up, took out a small book from his coat, and started pacing around the living room, reciting German poems as he walked. Shinsuke gazed at his classmate, gradually becoming entranced by his graceful figure and fair, almost pitiable skin, which seemed like a kind of poison to Shinsuke, making it impossible for him to look away. The dark beast that had been suppressed in his heart for many years was finally unleashed, and he smirked as he watched Hart Weld's back, paying no attention to the content of her recitation.
The roar of the nearby factory seemed to grow louder and louder, like a group of percussionists hysterically playing their songs. The metallic sound was more like a bomb igniting in Shinsuke's mind, causing his temples to throb.
He suddenly grabbed Hart Weld from behind, his hands tightly around her soft, white neck. "I'm sorry! Please forgive me! You're just too beautiful, too beautiful for me to let you live!" He rambled incoherently, his logic confused and nonsensical, but his grip grew stronger, as if he wanted to snap that soft, white neck.
In theory, the petite Shinsuke shouldn't have had the strength to subdue Hart, but perhaps due to the suddenness of it all, poor Hart Weld seemed to be trapped in a nightmare, frozen stiff and unable to move, her tongue tied from being choked so fiercely, unable to make a sound, lacking even the strength to escape or call for help. Strangely, she not only didn't resist, but widened her eyes, turning her head to gaze at Shinsuke in a trance, her expression a mix of crying and smiling, as if she thought it was a prank between friends, willingly allowing herself to be strangled.
Before long, Shinsuke had been choking Hart for longer than necessary. When he tried to release his grip, his fingers were too stiff to let go. Even if that weren't the case, he was afraid that if he let go, Hart Weld would spring back to life. But he couldn't maintain this position forever. Trembling with fear, he slowly loosened his grip, and the victim collapsed to the floor like a jellyfish.
At this moment, after completing this major project, Shinsuke seemed to have exhausted all his strength, feeling suddenly emptied out. To calm his excited emotions, he sat quietly, while outside the lively sound of the assembly line machinery continued to play. He began to worry that those sounds might be intentionally trying to get his attention. As soon as he opened the curtains, there would be countless faces outside, with pairs of eyes staring at him. Just the thought of this made him too scared to move.
Trembling, he opened a crack to peek outside, the factory lights twinkling, with darkness beyond.
Only then did he relax a little, feeling a sense of pride in his heart. He even wished he could shout across to the other side, "I have a beautiful and charming corpse in my house!" He took out a bottle of wine from the cabinet. Although he had a very poor tolerance for alcohol, at this moment, he wanted to have a drink and fully appreciate this long-awaited body.
A living person and a corpse faced each other. A candle was already lit on the candlestick, flickering with a tea-brown light, reflecting the unconscious, cold body of a French woman, and contrasting with the wooden carved Bodhisattva and pale Noh mask standing on the other side of the room, creating a strange, eerie, and sour contrast.
Just an hour ago, Hart was an unattainable and stunning female classmate, whom Shinsuke dared not look directly at. Last week, he confessed his feelings to her, only to be abruptly rejected. Now, she had become a lifeless, obedient, and pale corpse lying in front of Shinsuke. It felt unbelievable to him that a dream that was once impossible had suddenly come true. At this moment, Shinsuke looked at her with contemptuous pity. Not only could he hold her hand, but he could also stroke her cheek, embrace and play with her body without any problem. She could no longer mock or ridicule him as she did on the day of his confession. How strange this was! He couldn't wait to undress Hart, exposing her naked body in front of him, the fair skin reflecting light, creating a terrifying sensation of suffocation.
The body was no different from the lively her before, except for a large bruise on her neck and a slightly pale complexion. Her eyes, now lifeless, gazed into the void of space; her slightly frightened lips were slightly open, revealing beautiful teeth and the tip of her tongue, devoid of any color, yet her skin appeared even more fair and delicate. Upon closer inspection, she had hair on her upper arms and thighs, with visible pores, yet her skin still appeared smooth and translucent.
The illusory candlelight cast countless soft shadows all over her body. From her chest to her abdomen, the curves undulated like a distant view of sand dunes, with light and shadow outlining a rich and captivating silhouette, making her body look like white mountains under the setting sun. On the towering peaks, there were pink, sparkling grapes, and in the dark valleys, mysterious shadows. Sagawa Shinsuke saw all the details of Hart Weld's body here, discovering unexpected subtle beauty and secrets.
Shinsuke held her hand and stroked it on his knee, looking at her face. Because the body had not yet fully stiffened, her hand was still warm and soft like a jellyfish, but also very heavy.
He murmured to himself, "Next, I can fully enjoy this earthly delicacy!"
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