"More than the panic and helplessness of being framed, what I felt was anger. How dared they use such a method to kill someone?!
Some people would never understand. The meaning and beauty of ice lay in stillness. Water molecules could take countless unpredictable forms, but only ice could make the whole world stand still, creating a space where one could think quietly. That was why things encased in ice always possessed a silent kind of beauty. Even the most ordinary object, when frozen in Dense Ice, looked like a Byronic heroic sculpture.
This woman chosen as the victim was so utterly unremarkable. In everyday life, there would have been no beauty in her stillness either. There was nothing static in her personality worth writing extensively about. Therefore, when she was fixed within the ice, what had been magnified was not beauty, but ugliness.
There was no doubt that the killer had made a major error when activating the flash-freezing device, causing the ice layer to retain water streaks. These irregular, sickly marks made me nearly vomit. Like countless maggots gnawing at a body, they completely destroyed the static beauty, making this look like nothing more than a frozen corpse, no different from all those other rotten, disgusting bodies.
In short, the killer's creation was an utter failure. Not only did it lack substance, even its outward imitation was terribly done. More importantly, they actually dared to present such an ugly scene before me. Perhaps Schiller was right. I had been too gentle, to the point that everyone wanted to step all over my head..."
After Schiller broadcast Victor's inner thoughts again, the room became astonishingly quiet. Gordon, who had just walked in, silently backed out again. There were simply too many deranged serial killers in this room; if Gordon