[Original] 'This Little Thing Called Murder' 01

Spring, it's that damned spring again. The snow has only half melted, turning into a muddy mess. The bone-chilling cold makes me feel sudden anger for no reason.\I stare blankly at the snow slowly drifting down from the sky. At this moment, I want to scream out loud, to plunge a sharp knife into my own heart. Struggling between destruction and existence. My inner self is roaring, like a raging river, disturbing everything.\I want to release it, yes, to release all of this.\…………………Divider…………………\Murder, what is it? It is an art, an incomparable great art. Believe me, it combines physics, chemistry, fine arts, biomechanics, fluid dynamics, and my favorite… culinary… arts.\Watching a life end in your hands, seeing the truest beauty hidden in the body, primitive beauty, the pleasure is unimaginable! So, I fell in love with this art, practicing it every day. For me, it's like a stroll after a meal.\Murder, this small thing.\Another incredibly beautiful day. I stretch lazily, reluctantly getting out of bed. I look out the window, the sunlight is brilliant.\I quickly finish washing up, admiring the face in the mirror that even I can't help but praise.\Downstairs, I bought some small steamed buns, then slowly wandered back upstairs. How could these buns fill me up? I have my own special dishes.\In the corner of the bedroom is a large vegetable container. I carefully open the lid, and with extremely gentle movements, take out what's inside.\It is the head of a woman; this woman is very beautiful.\I go to the kitchen and grab a saw, slowly sawing the skull from the back of the head. My neighbors were all scared away because I brought the woman and her child over to play, but they never went home.\Of course, someone called the police to arrest me, but that person's entire family of 19 had been killed.\(The earlier part was too disgusting, rewriting it, but having typed so much, I suddenly lost the mood to continue; will continue in the next chapter…)