"No need. I'll do it. I just started getting a feel for it." Smiling, Su Ming told his cousin not to interfere. He lowered his head to look at his palm, where traces of moisture still remained. "Killing a Little Dwarf—the real sensation gave me the pleasure of returning to basics. It's been quite a while since I last killed someone with my own hands."
The room was utterly quiet. Only the bubbling of the soup pot and the plops of chunks of meat falling into the water could be heard.
Strangle was meticulous in its work. Not a single drop of blood was left at the dismemberment scene, and there was not even much of a bloody smell. It had learned plenty of techniques from its host—naturally, not cooking techniques, but the essentials of dismemberment.
"That's true. Lately, all your enemies have been powerful types, so the weapons you used were either darkness or quantum." Wade nodded, found himself a seat beside the dining table, and poured himself a glass of juice. "Killing someone barehanded lets you feel the speed at which life drains away. It's too real, and too dark."
The greatest difference between humans and animals was that humans made and used tools. It was not impossible to kill someone with bare hands, but it was relatively rare in modern times.
Still, it had to be said that doing so truly let one experience that primitive savagery, feel that one had genuinely taken another person's life. It was completely different from pulling a trigger or pressing a button.
Even without seeing blood spray everywhere, feeling the victim's struggles grow weaker and weaker in one's hands was a process that could inspire poetry.
"Black Mouse probably wanted me to switch perspectives, think about it, and experience it again."