In the basement of a private house near Saint Peter's University, a dim, yellowish light flickered, seemingly from a traditional tungsten filament lamp, also known as an incandescent bulb.
However, this incandescent bulb appeared to be quite old, causing its light to be incredibly dim.
In one corner of the basement, there was a small tea table, and on top of it sat a very old-fashioned canna phonograph.
In the dim light, a hand reached out, started the phonograph, and the record on it began to slowly rotate. Then, the hand placed the needle onto the record.
A melodious violin tune slowly emerged from the speaker. It was a violin piece titled 'Carlos Gardel'.
As the sound of the violin slowly flowed through the basement, the man, dressed in a black suit, began to dance in the center of the basement.
Light, rhythmic, he spun around once.
Then, he walked towards a wooden platform not far away. A woman lay on the platform, her eyes wide with terror as she watched the man approach her.
She wanted to speak but couldn't.
She had no strength in her entire body and could only lie there stiffly, watching the man gradually come into her line of sight.
Just half an hour earlier, she had been happily, joyfully, and blissfully enjoying a candlelight dinner with this very man.
Until she got drunk and collapsed into his arms, expecting a wonderful and unforgettable night.
But she never imagined that the man who was celebrating her birthday, the man she had been with for two months, would tie her to this wooden platform.
At this moment, she couldn't exert any strength throughout her body, unable to even struggle. Watching the man walk over like this, an inexplicable fear welled up in her heart.
The man approached her, took a sharp pair of scissors from a toolbox on a tray on the wooden platform, and slowly began to cut open her white dress, starting from her calf.
The scissors made a 'snip' sound as they moved up the dress from her calf, continuously heading towards her abdomen.
The woman could clearly feel the back of the scissors touching her skin, a chill like a cold line slowly crawling up from her calf.
Then, the scissors reached her abdomen, still not stopping, but continuing to climb up to her chest, until the scissors emerged from below her neck, completely cutting open her dress.
A bone-chilling cold emanated from the scissors, making the woman's blood feel as if it had frozen. She already knew what fate awaited her.
Then, the man pulled the cut dress apart and continued to operate the scissors, cutting off all of the woman's clothes on her body.
The woman's body was completely naked before the man's eyes.
The soothing violin music did not relax the woman in the slightest; instead, it made her even more tense. Her muscles trembled uncontrollably.
Because she saw the man pull a sharp scalpel from the toolbox.
"You look very nervous," the man whispered into the woman's ear. "Don't worry, I'm very skilled, and I'll make you experience ultimate pleasure."
He put down the scalpel, pulled a small needle from his tie clip, removed the protective cap from the needle, and gently pushed the plunger forward a little, a tiny stream of liquid ejecting from the needle tip.
He looked at the woman and smiled, "PX-72B, this is my latest drug development."
As he spoke, he brought the syringe to his eyes. The syringe seemed to emit an eerie glow in the dim light because the liquid inside was emerald green.
"This is a brand new formula that can infinitely amplify human senses and convert them into ultimate pleasure. You are honored to be the first person to experience it."
The man's words exuded an extreme, maniacal madness.
The woman trembled all over. She slowly shook her head with her last bit of strength, but this was the most she could do.
The man grabbed the woman's hand, inserted the needle into her vein, and then slowly pushed the liquid from the syringe into her.
Immediately after, the woman's veins became very prominent at an extremely fast speed, with a hint of green, and they rapidly expanded under her skin.
The man checked his watch, and when the time stopped at 51 seconds, all the blood vessels throughout the woman's body had turned a faint green.
Another two minutes passed before the green completely faded, and the woman's body returned to its original color.
When the man picked up the scalpel again, he no longer spoke to the woman, and the fear in the woman's eyes had now materialized, even leading to urinary incontinence.
The sharp scalpel slowly glided downwards along the center of the woman's chest. The woman felt a chilling sensation, like a thread, from her chest all the way to her lower abdomen.
The anticipated pain did not come; instead, waves of pleasure washed over her, like during intimacy. But precisely because of this sensation, she felt even more fear and despair.
Because she clearly knew that the pleasure was not pleasure, not true pleasure, but the pain of the scalpel cutting into her body.
From the man's perspective, he was dissecting the woman little by little with that sharp scalpel. Even though every cut he made avoided the blood vessels, a lot of blood still inevitably flowed, and the woman finally lost her life completely amidst extreme pleasure.
The bloodless corpse gradually grew cold, and the man also pulled out her heart from her chest cavity.
The man sighed, "It seems the research is not bad. The only drawback is that you died too soon and couldn't witness your heart with your own eyes."
Then, he held up the bloody, still slightly beating heart and admired it in the dim light.
"What a perfect work of art~"
The man looked at the slightly pulsating heart in his hand, and a bloodthirsty smile slowly curved at the corners of his mouth.
Then he brought the heart close to his mouth, took a large bite, and slowly chewed, savoring the texture and taste in his mouth. The smile on his lips became even more wild.
The soothing violin music still echoed in the basement, and the record on the phonograph continued to slowly rotate.
Compared to the bloody, mangled scene before the man's eyes, it formed an extremely cruel elegance.
No one knew that such a horrifying tragedy had occurred less than 500 meters from Saint Peter's University.
When the man turned around, the dim light finally shone on his face. He wore gold-rimmed glasses and was impeccably dressed, like a gentleman.
Only the trace of blood at the corner of his mouth made him appear extremely mad and deranged.
And this man was none other than the 'Professor' that Zhang Jie had met when he first entered the Continental Hotel, and the man Charon had warned Zhang Jie not to look at too much.
After swallowing the last bite of flesh, he let out a maniacal laugh.
"Hahahahahahaha! It's truly delicious~"
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