《New World》


 God Loves the World

    The funeral hall was alive with chatter.


    No one paid any attention to the silent seat of honor.


    I raised my gun¡ªaimed¡ªfired at the casket. ¡®Bang¡ª¡¯ ¡®Bang¡ª¡¯ ¡®Bang¡ª¡¯


    In an instant, the hall fell silent.


    Now, everyone could focus on the photo of the deceased and listen to the prayers.


    Just now, which organ did the Glock 17¡¯s bullet tear through?


    I indulged in some bloody fantasies with a certain pleasure.


    The priest, in his ceremonial robes, held a book whose title was illegible, and walked up to the pulpit.


    ¡°Silence,¡± he demanded, frowning as his voice rang out.


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    The priest¡¯s voice grew louder and louder as he spoke. When he reached the climax of his lesson, he pulled out some chalk and started drawing on the square casket in front of him.


    ¡°Triangle EDF, parallel¡­¡± he muttered while drawing.


    Before long, the casket¡¯s surface was completely covered in his diagram, but he still hadn¡¯t finished his explanation. The lesson was interrupted, and sweat began to bead on his forehead.


    He stood up straight, grabbed both sides of the casket lid, and with a loud shout, he heaved it up.


    The priest placed the casket lid upright against the back of the coffin and continued writing on its surface.


    ¡°1¡±


    ¡°This is the basic form of Taylor expansion, one of humanity¡¯s most important methods of fitting the real world¡­¡±


    As he wrote, he spoke in a monotonous, sleep-inducing tone.


    The priest¡¯s lesson had no coherence, suddenly jumping from the rise of the apes to Yang-Mills gauge theory.


    I was getting irritated and almost wanted to shoot him right then.


    Why not?


    I stood up, aiming my Glock at the priest¡¯s head.


    Suddenly¡ª


    ¡°Bang¡ªCrash!¡±


    A violent kick shattered the door, and it flew open, trembling like two wings.


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    It was raining heavily outside, and the street trees had been turned into dark green shadows, swaying wildly in the wind.


    A seven-foot-tall nurse, soaked through, walked in. Water dripped from her as she moved, wearing a nurse¡¯s uniform, cap, and white boots. Behind her, she pushed a small cart with a soaking-wet casket on top.


    ¡°Clack, clack, clack,¡± her footsteps were rhythmic, like a drumbeat, giving this scene an eerie rhythm. I felt a bit lost in time.


    ¡°Du¨¤n G¨´y¨ªn!¡± She stopped in front of me, calling out my name with a tone of anger.


    ¡°Who? You¡¯ve got the wrong person.¡± I didn¡¯t remember being called that name, so I answered her honestly.


    She placed both hands on my shoulders and pressed down hard, forcing me to sit.


    Then, she stomped her foot on my knee.


    ¡°Don¡¯t remember, huh? Heh. The boss really understands you.¡±


    She moved her dirty foot off and kicked open the casket lid behind her.


    What was the point of stepping on me then? Just unnecessary.


    ¡°Look inside!¡± She crossed her arms and stepped back, waiting for me to check.


    I leaned over to look inside. A beautiful face, pale and flawless, stirred an unsettling urge to lick it.


    ¡°Who is it?¡± I asked, curious.


    Only then did she look me in the eye. She stared for a while before lowering her gaze, seeming to ponder something, her expression a little sad.


    Was I supposed to know them?


    I wracked my brain, but damn it, I couldn¡¯t even remember my own name. Was I supposed to remember them?


    Forget it, I tilted my head up. ¡°Does it matter who they are? Even if the dead are important, there¡¯s more than one here.¡±


    The nurse nearly laughed in frustration. She kicked me in the face.


    ¡°You really dare to say that? Then how about you go see who¡¯s in the other coffin?¡±


    Her kick was forceful, and I staggered back, my head buzzing, my whole body momentarily going into a daze.


    I closed my eyes and rubbed my forehead, waiting for the dizziness to pass.


    Why wouldn¡¯t I dare?


    Moments later, I covered my face and stumbled toward the priest.


    The priest and the other guests were frozen in place, staring at the commotion. When I got close to him, he recoiled in shock.


    I peered into the casket next to him. As my vision focused, everything went dark, and I instinctively dropped to my knees.


    If humans really have souls, mine must have been jolted with a high-voltage shock, sending my body trembling uncontrollably, like I was on the edge of hypovolemic shock¡ªheart racing, body cold, consciousness blurred.


    The person in front of me had the same face as the beautiful corpse from the other casket, but it threw me into a completely different reality. I must have been their follower, steed, or loyal dog, only knowing to cry endlessly when my master departed.


    My tear ducts, tear sacs, and nasolacrimal ducts were all working overtime, tears flowing freely as I wept uncontrollably.


    ¡°Is it that sad?¡± A pleasant voice came from nearby.


    I tried to wipe away my tears with the back of my hand, but they quickly returned, so I squinted to see the source of the voice. Through the misty blur, the figure resembled someone I desperately wanted to embrace.


    ¡°Still not opening those dog eyes? Cry, cry, cry, that¡¯s all you do.¡± The nurse was yelling again.


    Driven by instinct, I struggled to stand and embraced the person.


    It was just¡­ it was just so familiar.


    Warm hands rested on my head, and I instinctively tightened my grip, burying my face in this stranger¡¯s shoulder, inhaling deeply.


    No, no, no, that¡¯s not the scent.


    I wiped my nose and tears on their clothes and abruptly pushed them away.


    Standing before me was the corpse beauty.


    ¡°Who are they?¡± I frowned, turning to ask the nurse.


    ¡°Ch¨³ Y¨¬, your boss.¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t remember. What does it matter to a person with amnesia? I¡¯m leaving.¡± I turned to walk away but was stopped by a fair hand grabbing my sleeve.


    ¡°Don¡¯t you miss me? Didn¡¯t we finally meet again?¡±


    It really was like him, even the ability to manipulate minds was identical.


    Reluctantly, I turned and met his lively eyes.


    ¡°What do you want?¡±


    ¡°Nothing. I just want to take you away from here.¡± He seemed to know I couldn¡¯t bear to leave, and smiled¡ªlike ice melting, bringing a cold but soothing wind.


    I truly had no dignity.

 Parched Moon

    ¡°I am the parched moon, waiting in silence for your dewdrops of light.¡±


    The second floor of the barbershop was dim and silent, with only the occasional rustling of fabric as someone turned over. I stood frozen at the doorway, staring into the pitch-black room, as if gazing into an abyss that could swallow one¡¯s soul.


    I knew what was inside.


    I didn¡¯t want to go in.


    ¡°Gu Yin?¡± A voice, languid and syrupy, slipped through the crack of the door, carrying a scent both sickly sweet and strangely metallic.


    I glanced down at my hands¡ªdry, peeling. Turning to leave, I was suddenly seized by the arm.


    I didn¡¯t want to turn around. That hand gripping me¡ªits posture, its existence¡ªwas like some wretched spirit reaching out from the depths of a swamp.


    I brushed away that bruised, needle-marked hand. ¡°Mom, take a break. Stop¡­ getting high for now.¡±


    ¡°Gu Yin has grown up, hasn¡¯t he? Come play with Mommy~¡±


    So light, so airy¡ªher voice, soft and fluffy like plant-based cream, sweet to the point of being sickly.


    That hand crept along my waist, fingers fumbling to undo the buttons of my shirt.


    At that moment, the rhythmic sounds of rutting spilled from the room. The pulsating waves of noise crashed against my eardrums, making me heave. I bent over, gagging, my hand slowly moving toward the boot knife.


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    Her throat was right within reach¡ªso frail, so powerless. I could peel open her carotid sheath as easily as slicing through pear skin.


    After all, does one really need that much rationality?


    Sweat dripped into my eyes as I plunged the blade into her heart¡ªangled upward.


    May the Lord hasten her release from suffering.


    She collapsed, dissolving into a thick, foul-smelling pool of tar.


    The repulsive cacophony fell silent with her disintegration.


    Drenched in cold sweat, I gasped for breath, slumping into a corner. Tears rolled down my cheeks, mingling with my sweat.


    Then I began sobbing¡ªuncontrollably, shamelessly.


    Snot dribbled down, saliva too, as if every orifice in my face was weeping. I wanted to stop, but the moment I blinked, more tears gushed out, an unstoppable spring.


    I rubbed at my face messily.


    Chu Yi should be here now, I thought.


    Every time I broke down like this, he was supposed to appear.


    ¡°With that look on your face, what do you expect me to do?¡±


    From the pitch-black room, Chu Yi emerged, his footsteps scattering the lingering darkness.


    He walked with such beauty that I wanted him to keep stepping¡ªright onto my face.


    I tilted my head back, watching the sunlight illuminate his translucent white profile. Even the faint pulsing of veins beneath his skin was visible.


    I wanted to taste every inch of him, to drown him in a swamp, to enshrine him in a temple.


    I wanted to belong to him.


    I wanted him to belong to me.


    Perhaps I should dissect him¡ªslice him into six-micrometer-thick sections, label each one with my mark, examine them under a scanning electron microscope, and preserve every detail.


    Then, whenever I missed him, I could flip through him like a book.


    Step by step, he drew closer, and my body trembled harder, overtaken by an uncontainable thrill.


    He crouched before me, his gaze locked onto mine.


    My tears had likely dried, my eyes had probably betrayed everything inside me.


    But I had already surrendered to instinct.


    Truly, I was an untamed beast, beyond redemption, incapable of grasping the sickly, false love humans disguise as affection.


    Yet he showed no fear of my aggression. His eyelids remained half-lowered in that perpetually indifferent way.


    He met my stare with such unguarded ease that it shattered me, entranced me.


    Tilting his head slightly, he let out a small chuckle, resting his chin in his hand, utterly at ease.


    ¡°You¡¯re so weak, Duan Gu Yin.¡±


    I should have felt shame, or defeat.


    But all I felt was pure, unfiltered joy.


    After all, I was just a dog starving for affection.


    His fingers loosened slightly¡ªthen suddenly, he slapped me across the face.