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Shinsuke took out the prepared knives from the kitchen and planned to first cut off Hart's thighs and buttocks. "Miss Hart, I'm sorry. No matter how much you resent me in another world, it will be in vain. Why not let me savor your flesh?" Shinsuke spoke to her, but she remained silent like a lifeless doll. Her hollow eyes seemed to be tinged with clouds, and faint gray spots began to appear in the whites of her eyes (which Shinsuke had not yet noticed the terrifying significance of). Her jaw had severely detached, as if yawning, and looked somewhat pitiful. Shinsuke struggled to close it with his hands, but no matter how hard he tried, it would return to the yawning state. It took a long time just to close her mouth for her to resemble her appearance in life.
Shinsuke clumsily wielded the kitchen knife like an amateur surgeon, cutting the body into pieces. He started with the buttocks, as it was the "most charming part" in his eyes, and he discovered that "human fat was as oily and yellow as corn." Carefully, he placed the cut pieces of meat on a nearby plate. Sometimes, due to his lack of skill with the knife, he struggled to cut through, resembling a primary school student playing with new equipment, determined not to give up until he achieved his goal. He was drenched in sweat, constantly attempting different methods, exerting force in the opposite direction or experimenting with another piece of meat. The more effort he put in, the more likely he was to damage the intact body and create larger wounds. By the time he completed this amateur surgery, it was already past five in the morning. What an astonishing effort! Nearly six to seven hours, completely devoted to this task.
He began to clean up the bloodstains at the scene and tidy up the tools. When he washed his hands with the water in the bucket, the sleep demon took advantage of his disappointment. Due to staying up all night and being in a state of extreme excitement both physically and mentally, his body and brain were overloaded. Regardless of the stimulation from the whole situation, all his strength had been drained, and he collapsed to the ground, instantly falling into a deep sleep with thunderous snoring.
The next day, Shinsuke woke up well past noon. In his dreams, he still fantasized about indulging in Hart's enticing body. Upon waking up, he felt groggy and felt like everything that had happened from yesterday until now was like a nightmare. Even with Hart's body right in front of him, he still felt like it was a continuation of the dream, not a real situation. But no matter how long he waited, the dream didn't seem to end. If this was a dream, he couldn't stay still. After regaining some consciousness, he crawled to the side of Hart's body and, upon seeing the changes, was shocked for a moment, then immediately became alert.
At first glance, apart from the increased stiffness of the body and it looking more like a processed object than the night before, there seemed to be no significant change. But upon closer inspection, Hart's eyeballs had changed. The gray spots almost covered the entire surface of the sclera, and the pupils seemed cloudy, the irises hazy, as if covered in a layer of ash. Her eyes looked like glass beads, stiff and dry, lacking luster. Gently holding her hand, the tip of her thumb bent towards the palm, as if it had been broken and couldn't be restored. Her torso was even more astonishing, with the flesh on the thighs and buttocks completely gone, cut into pieces and placed on a plate by Shinsuke.
Shinsuke hurriedly got up and took the plate to the kitchen for processing. He first turned on the oven, then carefully placed the cut pieces of meat inside. Although this process was no different from when he had roasted beef before, a strong sensation shot up his spine to his brain, causing it to explode with a "bang." The sizzling sound of the roasting meat filled the oven, and a drop of hot oil slowly slid down the full-bodied meat, leaving Shinsuke intoxicated. In the nearby living room, the almost burnt-out candle made crackling sounds as its blood-red light reflected on Hart's lifeless pale face, his cloudy eyes staring blankly at the kitchen, contrasting sharply with Shinsuke's meticulous cooking, creating a bizarre contrast, like a scene from hell.
This continued for two days. Shinsuke did not leave the house, instead staying with Hart's body for three days. He endured the increasingly strong stench of decay while enjoying the ultimate pleasure of consuming human flesh. For this desperate experience, he faced the lifeless body as if in a state of madness, sometimes crying out and sometimes laughing hysterically. To Shinsuke, it felt like the end of the world.
On the morning of the third day, Shinsuke woke from a long sleep to find that Hart's body had undergone a drastic change, which was so terrifying that he almost screamed in horror.
Lying there was no longer the beautiful and charming Hart from a few days ago, but a white giant with a physique comparable to a female sumo wrestler. The body swelled like a ball, with countless intersecting cracks on the upper body, revealing terrifying brown skin between these crevices. The face also swelled like that of a giant baby, looking very innocent and naive. Shinsuke had read in related books about the causes of body swelling after death. Microscopic organic matter groups infiltrated the intestines, blood vessels, and peritoneum, producing toxic gases and secreting enzymes that liquefy tissue. The swelling force of these toxic gases was astonishing, not only causing the external body to swell, but also pushing the diaphragm near the third rib, while the blood that originally circulated deep inside the body was pushed to the skin surface, which was the peculiar phenomenon of the circulation of a vampire's blood after death.
The diminutive Shinsuke appeared even smaller in front of this huge corpse. Although the cut thighs and buttocks had been roughly bandaged with white cloth, the skin and muscles gradually turned into liquid and flowed out one by one. Shinsuke looked like a frightened child, with wide, moist eyes, looking around nervously, his expression distorted as if he was about to cry, and he stood there in a daze for a long time.
Shinsuke blamed himself in frustration, realizing that he should have decomposed the body first and then put it in the refrigerator for preservation. He had been so engrossed in admiring the body that he had forgotten this crucial step. He painfully tapped his scalp, and absentmindedly walked out of the room. He didn't know how far he had walked, probably about twenty minutes, and found himself at the university gate. He was so focused on his inner world that he didn't pay much attention to walking, and pedestrians bumped into him, or he bumped into others, but he remained indifferent, not even lifting his head to look at them, but instead bowing respectfully to them.
A kind-hearted police officer noticed this anomaly and warmly approached, supporting Shinsuke and asking if there was anything he needed help with. Shinsuke emitted a foul odor and his hair was disheveled. The officer mistook him for a mental patient and intended to take him to a shelter.
"Officer, I ate a person. She was so beautiful, so I wanted to eat her," Shinsuke murmured earnestly to the officer. However, the officer burst into laughter, more convinced that Shinsuke was a mental patient. He thought Shinsuke was either a destitute congenital patient or had been traumatized by something.
Shinsuke realized the officer didn't believe him and began to repeat his words frantically. As more and more passersby noticed them, the officer became impatient with Shinsuke and shouted, "Enough! So where is this person now? Take me to see."
Shinsuke Carefully leading the police up the stairs, they opened the door. The tall French police officer immediately felt weak in the legs and sat on the ground. In the dimly lit living room, amidst the choking stench of death and countless crawling maggots, lay the corpse of a woman.
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