My feet were dangling by my ears in a most odd position.
It was as if I had suddenly been splashed with a basin of cold water all over my body. I suddenly woke up and found that my body had been placed on a flower stand by someone unknown. Dark red internal organs flowed out from the ten-centimeter incision, like a still bloody waterfall. But the lung lobes were different. The lung lobes were forcibly pulled out from the cavity and stretched out like butterflies, which was unexpectedly beautiful. And my arms were connected to where my legs should be, holding my head steadily. My black hair was stained with blood and stuck to my left ankle. The moonlight was shining, and the starry sky was upside down in my sight.
It was a mutilated murder, and I was the victim.