My name is Zhuang Mo.
I killed my sister with my own hands, made her bones into a comb, and soaked her eyes in a jar beside my bed - so that she could always talk to me.
They said I was crazy and wanted to take me for "treatment."
But I am more aware than anyone else: in this world, all saints are dead, and only animals can survive.
Last night she asked me: "Brother, do your eyes taste good?"
I said it was delicious, and my mouth was filled with blood from chewing it.
A group of good people came outside today and wanted to save me.
I held the scalpel and smiled.
Be good, wait for me for a minute.
Those careless people at the door wanted to separate us.
I went and skinned them--
Get you a carpet.
