Endless Debt.

Chapter 542 The Butcher
Like a certain law, everything in the world seems to have two sides, light and darkness, good and evil, under the prosperous side of Freeport, there are also hidden bloody evils, and when night falls, they will come out in full force.

Unlike those trembling people who are frightened when they see the darkness, Hert is used to living with the darkness, and even fighting against the darkness.

Herter could hear the rats running behind the wall, and he could also hear the humming of mosquitoes flapping their wings. The sound of sea waves gradually rose in the distance. On the walls, it was as if the whole building had rotted and died in the damp.

Putting his hands into the cold bucket, there were dead bugs and strange-smelling impurities floating on the surface of the water. Herter wiped his palms vigorously, trying to wash away the blood and fish scales on his palms.

But no matter how Herter washed it, he still couldn't wash off the strange smell of fish and blood on his hands, as if it had been engraved into Herter's soul.

Under the low temperature, his hands gradually became numb and lost consciousness, but Herter didn't stop. He was like a person with severe cleanliness. He didn't lift his hands from the bucket until they became red and scratched.

Herter sniffed, and the strange smell still lingered on him. It would be fine if he was here, because the weird smell is everywhere here, and everyone is like a mouse in a stinky ditch. There will be no disgusting thoughts.

But once you leave here, it will be different. This strange smell is like a brand, engraved into the soul, and before Herter gets close, those people will smell the stench on their bodies.

Herter used to be angry, but now, he's used to it.

People need to be responsible for their own choice, which is Hert's choice, and he can only bear the consequences of his choice.

Taking off the apron, which was still stained with blood and fish scales, Herter casually threw it aside and walked to the chopping board. There were many sharp blades inserted into the knife holder, all of different styles, without exception, they were similar to Herter's. Same, they all exude that peculiar smell.

Herter's fingers danced back and forth on the handle, and then he took a long knife at the end and pulled it out of the knife holder.

The long knife looks very simple, with a straight and narrow back, without any hand guard, only a simple strap wrapped around the metal to serve as a handle.This is a knife that Herter made himself.

Whenever someone asks, Herter will explain that it is a fish-killing knife, and then popularize science for them. Not all fish are as big as kittens and puppies. In the endless sea, there will never be a shortage The existence of a behemoth, at that time, this knife will come in handy.

Herter has performed for others. Relying on the long knife in his hand, he disassembled a strong tuna into pieces all over the place in a few minutes.

That performance made Herter famous, and everyone knew that there was such a good dissection master in the ghetto.

Picking up the rag, Herter wiped the long knife carefully. In the dark night, the long knife flickered continuously.

After nightfall, the temperature in Freeport also dropped, and every breath was filled with white mist. Herter lit a cigarette for himself, and the warm gas poured into his throat. Herter felt that his heart was shaking. was warmed up.

After enjoying it for a while, Herter knew that he couldn't be idle anymore, it was time to work, he turned and walked to the dark part of the room, where there was a dilapidated bathtub, which Herter dragged back from the garbage dump at a low price Yes, if it is not for your own use, this thing is quite convenient.

Stirring the cold water in the jar, Herter put the long knife aside, and pulled out a slightly smaller boning knife from his waist.

Long knives are suitable for dismantling large creatures that are not yet dead and full of power, but when they are dead, long knives seem to get in the way. At this time, the dexterous boning knife plays a role.

The thing in the cold water struggled, and Herter frowned. It stands to reason that the cold water can freeze it to unconsciousness, but it was not too bad. The boning knife stirred quickly in the cold water a few times, and soon it became quiet Down, the water surface was completely stained red.

A strange smile appeared on Hert's face. Some people often say that a skilled butcher like Hert is very dangerous. They have killed too many lives. After a long time, it is inevitable that they will have a bad impression on their own kind. curious.

What would it be like to disassemble a human being with your own hands?

Herter understands this truth, just like the beasts in the zoo, once they have tasted the taste of human blood, they will realize that these two-legged creatures can also be culled, not invincible .

The same goes for butchers.

Herter lifted up the fishing net covered under the bathtub, and easily picked up the contents of the water completely. The cold water mixed with blood rushed down, and several severed fingers and pieces of internal organs leaked from the gaps in the fishing net. It came out and fell to the ground, making the sound of a wet rag slapping the ground.

Herter kicked these residues into the corner twice, he didn't need to care about these things, the rats in the shadows would naturally eat them up.

The rat swarm has integrated with the ecology of Freeport, just like the law of the sea, the big fish eat the small fish, and the shrimps eat the leftovers.

Freeport has a very prosperous fishing industry. A large amount of fish is caught ashore, processed by the factory, and sent to the market. In order to facilitate the discharge of waste, many pipelines are criss-crossed underground in Freeport. As long as the waste is thrown into it, it will soon be They will return to the sea by themselves.

Hert's room also has such a pipe opening. As a butcher, it is also a very important part to dispose of the waste of the corpse at any time.

After throwing the corpse into it, Herter stood in front of the dark pipe, his eyes slightly dull.

The invisible darkness exudes an extremely concentrated and rotten atmosphere, as if rising from the decay of thousands of corpses, it stirs Hert's physiological reaction, his stomach twitches and twitches, and there is a vomit in his throat alienation.

The sound of the rats rushing through the pipeline was rampant, besides the sound of the tide was much clearer, and the wails of humans could be vaguely heard...

The mouth of the pipe seemed to lead to another strange world. A vague voice was calling for Herter, and Herter moved forward slowly, poking his entire head into the pipe.

The mouth of the pipe began to twist, and fangs hung with mucus grew at the edge, like the mouthparts of some kind of worm.

The strange feeling in the throat became more obvious, and the creaking sound rang directly in Hert's mind.

Something was about to come out, the sharp claws scratched Hert's throat, he opened his mouth wide, retching in pain, a wet mouse crawled out of Hert's mouth in the saliva and gastric juice, jumped into the Into the mouth of the dark pipe...

Herter stood there in a daze, he froze for a while, and touched his throat.

No mouse crawled out of itself.

"Is it a hallucination again?"

Herter closed the pipe, took out a medicine bottle from the messy cabinet, poured out a lot of pills, and swallowed them in one gulp.

"Has it gotten worse?"

Herter was suspicious, but no one could give an answer. He had seen a doctor before, and the doctor couldn't tell what it was, but prescribed him some sedative drugs.

At first, these drugs were still useful, but as the frequency of use increased, the effect became less and less effective, and Herter could only continue to increase the dose.

Herter's head was aching, and the pain was still getting worse, as if a nail had been driven into his head.

This is the consequence of increasing the dose. The side effects of the drug made Herter miserable. He hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long time, and there were sickly dark circles on his eyes.

But this is all acceptable. Compared with hallucinations, pain is the kind that is easier to bear.

Herter was good at taking pain and knew how to contain it.

Just let it out.

Thinking this way, Hert's eyes flickered, he grabbed the long knife, pushed the door away, and stepped into the dark and dirty street.

The lingering smell filled every part of the street, and Herter felt like he was living in a huge trash can... In fact, he was right.

There is a fishy smell everywhere, and there are slightly reflective, broken fish scales, and half fish can still be seen in the corner, covered with marks of rodent bites.

In the shadows, Hert could hear the rustling sound, as if the rat in his hallucination was following him.

Herter stopped suddenly and sniffed the air vigorously, as if he could distinguish some subtle differences from the bad air.

Strange to say, after living here for a long time, Herter's sense of smell has not only not deteriorated, but has become more acute.

Herter looked at the man sitting in the shadows. He bowed his head and curled up like a homeless man.

There are many such people in the free port. Most people only see the prosperity here, but they don't see the filth under the darkness. Under the astonishing trade volume, it is full of all kinds of gray industries.

Human beings fight and devour each other in this savage biological chain until the final winner is determined.

Sadly, Herter is also part of this food chain.

"Hey, my friend."

Herter greeted the tramp with a friendly smile, but his expression was as cold as ice.

The tramp raised his head and looked at Hert suspiciously. The next second, his vision began to split, and the galloping long knife split his head.

Herter grabbed the handle of the knife, stepped on the homeless man's shoulder, and pulled out the long knife with great effort, and then the blood-stained corpse fell powerlessly in the shadows.

The rustling sound became clear, and countless vague shadows crawled around on the ground, wrapping up the tramp's body in the blink of an eye, and the sound of gnawing continued.

Herter lit another cigarette and puffed out the mist. Under the influence of this fresh blood, his eyes were a little blurred, and even the pain in his mind subsided a lot.

Lifting his foot to kick away the surrounding mice, Herter took out the boning knife, looked at the face riddled with holes, and cut it off completely without expression, as easily as taking off a mask.

Herter understood that he was an excellent butcher, whether it was for fish or people.

(End of this chapter)