Shi Gengguo, in a dimly lit gym.

The gym was lit up in the middle of the night, and the cold moonlight poured into the room through the windows, and the rows of neatly arranged gym machines reflected the cold luster of metal, and on top of these machines, the moonlight could clearly see the dried, dull blood stains scattered everywhere.

Looking at the form of the blood stains, I saw that the deeper the gym, the more densely distributed the blood stains, which continued to the deepest small room, the blood stains stopped abruptly, but a strange movement came from behind the door, as if some leather fabric was being sewn, and in addition to these sounds, there was also a beautiful singing voice of a girl from the room.

"Who killed the robin?"

"I," said the swallow,"

"With my bow and arrows,"

"I killed the robin."

The first thing that caught my eye was a neat and clean operating table placed in the center of the room, and next to the operating table, a man in a black tuxedo with a few black lines on his cheeks, dressed like a puppet, was bending over and standing, his hands were busy on the operating table.

"Who saw his death?"

"I, said the fly,"

"With my little eyes,"

"I saw him die."

The beautiful singing voice spread again, but the puppet man's lips were tightly closed, and he did not make a sound, and when he listened carefully, it turned out that the singing voice sounded from the man's chest.

"Who took his blood?"

"I, the fish said,"

"With my little saucer,"

"I took his blood."

In the accompaniment, the man finally stopped what he was doing, he stood up straight, withdrew his bloodstained rubber gloves, and his head stiffly deflected a little, looking at the girl on the operating table.

"Who's going to make a funeral dress for him?"

"I, said the beetle,"

"With my thread and needle,"

"I'll make a mourning garment for him."

The girl has a delicate and lovely head, but from the head down, it is not the girl's gentle and graceful body, but a muscular strong body, in the various joints of the body, the neck, upper limbs, thighs and other positions have a circle of black fine thread stitched traces.

"Who's going to dig his grave?"

"I, the owl said,"

"With my hoe and shovel"

"I'll dig his grave."

Looking at the girl below, the man's brows slowly furrowed, he straightened his head again, and in the click movement, he raised his equally stiff hands, grabbed the girl's thick right leg and pulled it hard, the thin line at the junction broke inch by inch, and the right leg was completely torn off, revealing a flat blood-red muscle cross-section.

"Who's going to preach for him?"

"I, said the raven,"

"With my little booklet,"

"I'm here to preach for him."

Raising the right leg in his hand high, facing the bright shadowless lamp above, the man tilted his head, under the bright and even somewhat dazzling light, carefully looked at the right leg, and rubbed it from time to time, and finally found a small scar in the popliteal fossa of the knee, his eyebrows were erect, his eyes were wide, and he looked very angry, but strangely, the lips were still tightly pursed.

"Who will write history for him?"

"I, said the lark,"

"If not in the dark,"

"I'll write history for him."

Under the shadowless lamp, the man raised his right leg high, then turned around and smashed it down angrily, his right leg fell to the ground, made a muffled sound, and fell on top of the other thick left hand, looking at it, on the ground of this room, there were still dense piles of a large number of broken limbs, thick arms, thighs criss-crossed, miserable white fingers, soles of feet intertwined with each other, the largest torso layer by layer.

These limbs have several characteristics in common, they are all extremely strong strong strong limbs, there is not the slightest blood oozing, there are subtle blemishes on the skin, and there is no head......

"Who's going to carry the torch?"

"I, said Cardinal,"

"I'll bring it right away,"

"I'll carry the torch."

The puppet man fell off his right leg, his chest rose and fell violently several times, as if to ease his emotions, and the beautiful singing voice also became sharp and sharp with the rise and fall of his chest, and suddenly low, after a few breaths, the man stabilized his mood, and his singing voice was beautiful again, he turned to face the operating table, bent down and dragged out a huge black wooden box from under the table, the wooden box was opened, and inside was a pile of strong limbs.

"Who will be the celebrant?"

"I, the pigeon said,"

"I will be the main priest,"

"Mourn for my love."

The sound of rummaging through objects, the sound of limb bumps and singing sounded in the room, the man squatted by the wooden box, pulled out his right leg one by one, carefully stroked every inch of skin, and from time to time would stand up straight, put his right leg on the girl on the operating table, compared up and down, but always felt that it was not suitable, so he put it back again, and after a few back and forth, he finally found the most suitable right leg, happily covered the wooden box, and stretched out his bloodstained hands against the operating table again.

"Who's going to carry the coffin?"

"I, Kite said."

"If you don't have to go through the night,"

"I'll carry the coffin."

He first pulled out a thin silver needle from the left cuff, and then pulled out a lump of jet-black lubricated girl's hair from the right cuff, threaded the hair on the thin needle, the man bent down and began to slowly stitch the skin, the sound of the thin needle penetrating the leather was heard again.

"Who's going to pull the coffin cover?"

"We, said the wren,"

"Husband and wife together,"

"Let's pull the coffin."

After a long time, the movement of the man's hands stopped, he straightened his waist, and looked at the strange girl below, as if he was looking at his lover, the corners of his eyes were bent down, his eyes were longing and gentle, with pure love like a child.

"Who's going to sing the hymn?"

"I," said the songbird,"

"She sat on the bush,"

"I've come to chant the saints... Song... Song... Song..."

Suddenly, the expression on the man's face froze, and the singing voice in the air seemed to be stuck, and he began to "sing... He angrily patted his chest with his palm, making a clanging sound like a wooden slap, leaving a blood-colored palm print on his neat tuxedo, but the song was still stuck.

After waiting for a few seconds, the man impatiently ripped off the clothes on his chest, and the body underneath was not flesh and blood, but a hard brown wooden chest, and there was a black hole the size of a bowl where it should have been the heart.

Above the music box, there stood a wooden carving of a girl in a white dress holding a broken bird, which was no longer turning one by one, and the song came from the base of the wood carving.

The man pinched the head of the girl's wood carving with his hand, turned it several times, and shook it a few more times, and the wood carving finally continued to turn, and the beautiful singing voice sounded again.

"Who's going to sound the death knell?"

"I, the cow said,"

"Because I was able to pull,"

"I'll sound the death knell."

Listening to the song, the man was overjoyed, stuffed the music box into his chest, and turned to look at the girl on the operating table.

(End of chapter)