Like a certain law, everything in the world seems to have two sides, light and dark, good and evil. Under the prosperous side of Freeport, there are also evil and bloody things hidden. Whenever night falls, they come out in full force.
Unlike those who tremble in fear when seeing the darkness, Helt has become accustomed to coexisting with the darkness and even fighting against it.
Hult could hear the sounds of rats running behind the wall, and the low hum of mosquitoes flapping their wings. The sound of waves gradually rose in the distance, and the room was filled with the smell of dampness and rot. Large chunks of mold hung on the walls.
On the walls, it seemed as if the entire building was rotting and dying in the moisture.
Putting his hands into the cold bucket, there were dead bugs and strange-smelling impurities floating on the water. Hert wiped his palms vigorously, trying to wash away the blood and fish scales on his palms.
But no matter how hard Heert washed, he could never wash away the strange smell of fish and blood on his hands, as if it had been engraved into Helt's soul.
Under the low temperature, his hands gradually became numb and lost feeling, but Hurt didn't stop yet. He was like a severely mysophobic person. He didn't lift his hands from the bucket until they turned red and bruised.
Helt sniffed, and the strange smell still lingered around him. It would be better if he was here, because everywhere here is filled with that weird smell. Everyone is like a rat in a stinking ditch, interacting with each other.
There will be no thoughts of disdain.
But once you leave here, it will be different. This strange smell is like a brand, engraved into the soul. Before Helt comes close, those people will smell the stench on his body.
Helt used to be angry, but now, he is used to it.
People need to be responsible for their own choices. This is Hert's choice, and he can only bear the consequences of his choice.
Taking off his apron, which was still stained with blood and fish scales, Hert threw it aside casually and walked to the eucalyptus board. There were many sharp blades inserted in the knife holder, with different styles. Without exception, they were the same as Hert.
They are all the same, and they all exude that peculiar smell.
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Herte's fingers danced back and forth on the handle of the knife, and then he grasped the long knife at the end and pulled it out from the knife holder.
The long knife looks extremely simple. The back of the knife is straight and narrow. There is no hand guard. There is only a simple strap wrapped around the metal as a handle. This is a knife made by Hult.
Whenever others ask, Hert will explain that it is a fish-killing knife, and then educate them on science. Not all fish are as big as kittens and puppies. In the endless sea, there will never be a shortage of them.
When the behemoth exists, this knife will come in handy.
Hurt once performed for others. He relied on the long knife in his hand to dismantle a strong tuna into pieces in a few minutes.
That performance earned Hult a lot of fame. Everyone knew that there was such an excellent master of anatomy in the ghetto.
Picking up the rag, Hert wiped the long knife carefully. In the dim night, the long knife flickered continuously.
After nightfall, the temperature in Freeport also dropped, and white mist appeared with every breath. Hert lit a cigarette for himself, and the warm gas poured into his throat. Hert felt that his heart was filled with tears.
was warmed.
After enjoying it for a moment, Hert knew that he could no longer be idle and it was time to work. He turned and walked towards the darkness of the room, where there was a shabby bathtub, which Hert had dragged back from the junkyard at a low price.
Yes, if you are not using it for yourself, this thing is quite convenient.
After stirring the cold water in the vat, Hert put the long knife aside and pulled out a slightly smaller boning knife from his waist.
The long knife is suitable for dismantling large creatures that are not dead and full of power, but when they die, the long knife becomes a bit in the way. At this time, the smart boning knife comes into play.
The thing in the cold water started to struggle, and Hert frowned. Logically speaking, the cold water could freeze it into unconsciousness, but it wasn't much worse. The boning knife stirred a few times quickly in the cold water, and it soon became quiet.
When we came down, the water surface was completely dyed red.
A strange smile appeared on Helt's face. Some people often say that skilled butchers like Helt are very dangerous. They have killed too many lives. Over time, they will inevitably have a negative impact on their own kind.
curious.
What would it be like to dismantle a human being with your own hands?
Hult understands this. Just like the beasts in the zoo, once they taste human blood, they will realize that these two-legged creatures can also be killed, not invincible.
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So does the butcher.
Hel pulled up the fishing net covering the bottom of the bathtub and easily scooped up everything in the water. Cold water mixed with blood flowed down. In the gaps of the fishing net, several severed fingers and fragments of internal organs seeped out.
It came out and fell to the ground, making the sound of a wet rag slapping the ground.
Helt kicked these residues into the corner. He didn't need to worry about these things. The rats in the shadows would naturally eat them up.
The rats have been integrated into the ecology of the Freeport. Just like the law of the sea, the big fish eat the small fish and the shrimps eat the leftovers.
The Freeport has a very prosperous fishing industry. A large number of fish are caught ashore, processed in factories, and sent to the market. In order to facilitate the discharge of waste, many pipelines are crisscrossed underground in the Freeport. As long as the waste is thrown into them, it will be ready soon.
They will return to the sea on their own.
Hult's room also has such a pipe opening. As a butcher, it is also very important to dispose of corpse waste at any time.
After throwing the body into it, Hert stood in front of the dark pipe mouth, his eyes slightly dull.
The invisible darkness exuded an extremely concentrated rotten smell, like rising from the decay and decay of thousands of corpses. It stirred Hert's physiological reaction, causing his stomach to twitch and twitch, and there was a sound of vomiting in his throat.
Strange feeling.
The sound of rats walking hurriedly was running rampant in the pipeline. In addition, the sound of the waves was much clearer, and the wailing of humans could still be vaguely heard...
The mouth of the pipe seemed to lead to another evil world, and a voice called Helt. Helt slowly moved forward and inserted his entire head into the pipe.
The mouth of the pipe began to twist, and fangs hanging from the edges grew out, like the mouthparts of some kind of worm.
The strange feeling in his throat became more obvious, and the squeaking sound sounded directly in Helt's mind.
Something was about to come out. The sharp claws scratched Hert's throat. He opened his mouth wide and retched painfully. In the saliva and gastric juice, a wet mouse crawled out of Hert's mouth and jumped into it.
In the dark mouth of the pipe...
Hurt stood there blankly. He was stunned for a while and touched his throat.
No mice crawl out of their bodies.
"Is it an illusion again?"
Hurt closed the pipe opening, took out a pill bottle from the messy cabinet, poured out a large number of pills, and swallowed them in one gulp.
"Is it starting to get worse?"
Hult was suspicious, but no one could give him an answer. He had seen a doctor before, and the doctor couldn't tell what it was. He just prescribed some sedative drugs for him.
At first, these drugs were somewhat effective, but as the frequency of use increased, the effect became less and less effective, and Hult could only continue to increase the dosage.
Helt's head hurt a little, and the pain continued to intensify, as if a nail had been driven into his head.
This was the consequence of increasing the dose. The side effects of the drug made Hult miserable. He had not had a good night's sleep for a long time, and his eyes had sickly dark circles.
But this is acceptable. Compared with hallucinations, pain is easier to bear.
Hurt was good at enduring pain and knew how to contain it.
Just let it out.
Helt thought this, with a glimmer of light flashing across his eyes. He grabbed the long knife, pushed the door open, and stepped into the dark and dirty street.
The lingering odor filled every corner of the street, and Hult felt as if he was living in a huge trash can... Actually, that's right.
There is a fishy smell everywhere, and there are slightly reflective and broken fish scales. In the corner, only half of the fish can be seen, covered with traces of rodent bites.
In the shadows, Hult could hear the rustling sound, as if the rat in his hallucination was following him.
Hult suddenly stopped and sniffed the air vigorously, as if he could distinguish some subtle differences from the bad air.
Strangely enough, after living here for a long time, Hult's sense of smell has not only not deteriorated, but has become sharper.
Hert looked at the man sitting in the shadows. He had his head lowered and his body curled up, like a homeless vagabond.
There are many such people in the free port. Most people only see the prosperity here, but do not see the filth under the darkness. The amazing trade volume is filled with all kinds of gray industries.
Human beings fight and devour each other in this savage biological chain until the final winner is found.
Sadly, Hult is also part of this food chain.
"Hey, my friend."
Hult greeted the homeless man with a friendly smile, but his expression was as cold as ice.
The tramp raised his head and looked at Helt in confusion. The next second his vision began to split, and the speeding knife opened his head.
Hult grasped the handle of the knife, stepped on the homeless man's shoulder, and struggled to pull out the long knife, and then the blood-stained body fell weakly in the shadows.
The rustling sounds became clearer, and countless shadows crawled on the ground, wrapping up the homeless man's body in the blink of an eye, and the sound of gnawing continued.
Hult lit another cigarette and puffed out the mist. Under the influence of this new blood, his eyes were a little blurred, and the pain in his mind also faded a lot.
Raising his foot and kicking away the surrounding rats, Hert took out the boning knife, looked at the scarred face, and cut it off completely without any expression, as easily as taking off a mask.
Hurt understood that he was an excellent butcher, both for fish and people.
