CAR 19

“Is it because of the students’ rumors?”

“…”

“The literature teacher, Dennis Kahler, sold his ass to be a teacher at Bolle… something like that.”

He noticed that Yan was intentionally trying to agitate Dennis. He could defend against this much. Dennis tidied his clothes and shook his head as if to say, “That’s enough.”

Thomer, who had been gazing at Dennis, came to Dennis’s aid.

“I’ve never heard of it.”

“That’s because you… are holed up in the faculty office all day.”

“I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t forget whose fault it is that I’m stuck in the faculty office.”

“Yes, yes. Alright. More importantly, Mr. Kahler, don’t you think it’d be better to rest?”

“I am resting now.”

“It looks like you’re going to work… If being in your room is really that bad, would you like to come to the infirmary?”

Dennis shook his head vigorously. That was out of the question. Yan probably didn’t realize what Dennis had gone through there and what he had witnessed. He never wanted to lie on that bed again.

“What a shame.”

Yan spoke with genuine regret. More than that, Dennis felt a strong thirst. He had been terribly parched for some time. Yan gazed at the glass in Thomer’s hand. Then Yan leaned towards Dennis as if confessing a grave secret. ‘That’s alcohol, you see.’

Dennis somehow felt deflated. He no longer had the energy to deal with them. It was as Dennis passed Yan and Thomer.

Something incredibly cold pierced the back of his neck. A cold liquid gradually spread along the blood vessels of his neck. Dennis tried to shake his head, but his neck stiffened. His vision spun halfway and he collapsed.

Dennis could no longer control his body and fell at their feet. Yan continuously smiled, as if Dennis’s greatly staggering state was amusing. That was extremely vexing.

Yan’s shoe lightly kicked Dennis’s lower abdomen a couple of times as he lay completely fallen. Yan, who had laid Dennis flat, sat down in the hallway. He reached for the back of Dennis’s neck.

Soon, a short syringe was pulled out. He examined the syringe, checking again to make sure all its contents had been injected. Dennis occasionally convulsed as if about to jump up.

Thomer, who witnessed the brazen crime scene, shook his head. He, too, knew very well how Yan corrupted innocent people. Nevertheless, it sent shivers down his spine every time he saw it in person. At the same time, it was a very uncomfortable sight.

Yan trampled on Dennis’s crotch with his shod foot.

“Look at this, Thomer… Our Mr. Kahler seems to be feeling very good.”

“Richter.”

“Will you call me by my name? Today, that’s not a very pleasant appellation.”

“Yan, Richter.”

“Why.”

Yan glared at Thomer coolly. Regardless, Thomer had to finish what he was saying.

“…It’s sap, isn’t it? How long have you been administering it?”

“At first, I put a little in his tea, but damn it, he developed a tolerance. Like a cunning junkie.”

“…”

“I have to inject it directly for it to even work. Well, I don’t know how long even this will last.”

“Why don’t you stop trampling? He’s going to ejaculate in the middle of the hallway.”

“Mind your own business and move him.”

Dennis’s eyes met Thomer’s, who looked very disapproving. He avoided Dennis’s gaze with an uneasy expression.

It felt as if his lower body was tightening. His whole body didn’t feel like his own. The fogginess he had felt ever since arriving here wasn’t simply due to poor sleep quality.

He recalled how he had kept offering Dennis tea and water. He resented his past self for readily accepting and drinking them.

Ah, foolish Dennis. All talk Dennis. Naive Dennis…

Thomer forcibly dragged Dennis by both arms. His shoulders felt sore, as if they would dislocate from being pulled without skill. In any case, Dennis was drugged and couldn’t move a single finger as he wished. His joints were disconnected.

Carried on Thomer’s back, he glared at the back of Yan’s head, who led the way. Whenever he opened his mouth to somehow hurl insults, a sigh resembling a groan came out instead of a voice.

“Fuck.”

That was the sound that came from Thomer’s mouth. He seemed very displeased that Dennis was breathing into his ear.

Indeed. He was the normal one. This school was terribly twisted, and sensible people like Dennis or Thomer were considered abnormal. It wasn’t normal for a man to pursue another man, trample him, pierce him, and slaughter him, was it?

Dennis groaned.

“Ugh…”

“Dennis Kahler.”

Thomer called him quietly. In fact, he and Dennis had never exchanged any private conversations except when requesting supplies. His horsehair-like hair sometimes shook violently.

“I’ll lay you down on a bed as close to the window as possible… so roll with all your might and jump out.”

“…”

“Are you listening?”

Dennis sighed instead of answering. As if that was enough, Thomer calmly continued.

“Vittorio broke the alliance.”

Whatever pacts they had exchanged, Dennis was not involved. But Thomer was chattering as if it were a pact made jointly by Vittorio, Yan, and Dennis.

“Yan is thoroughly enraged. And coincidentally, Vittorio is absent right now… How do you think he’ll treat you?”

Now, it was just tiresome. It would be a rape, whether he heard it or not. The very arrogance of believing that this would break Dennis’s spirit was ridiculous and sickening. He planned to piss all over Yan’s face the moment he exposed his lower body. Dennis was half out of his mind.

“Yan’s specialty is dissection.”

“…”

“Do you know why he burns all the corpses instead of burying them?”

Well, that was something Dennis couldn’t know.

“There isn’t a single intact corpse.”

All of them, every single one. Yan peered inside all of them without missing a single one, Thomer added, with a disgusted look on his face.

He seemed to have belatedly realized that Dennis Kahler was unexpectedly heavy, and he adjusted his hold on him a couple of times. As they moved further away from Yan, Thomer’s accusations flowed eloquently.

“The shelf under the infirmary is entirely his collection. Damn… everything from eyeballs to lips is in there. Isn’t that horrible?”

“Ah…”

“Laurent Remi’s dick is there too.”

That thing Dennis had clumsily let slip away.

“Rather than hand your body over to that bastard… it would be better to break a limb and become crippled.”

Thomer threatened. That was something Dennis also agreed with.

Yan opened the locked infirmary door. He greeted them mockingly, as if welcoming them to enter.

Yan looked very excited, like a boy anticipating a fun prank. He even held the door open for Thomer, who was carrying Dennis, to easily enter. It was as Thomer, carrying Dennis, staunchly approached the window.

“Ah, not there.”

Yan pointed nonchalantly at the desk. It was cluttered with various scissors and syringes. Thomer hesitated, then silently followed Yan’s instructions.

“Are you going to kill him?”

Thomer asked. His tone was very plain, unlike when he had been exposing Yan’s true nature to Dennis.

Yan seemed to be deliberating. He expressionlessly looked down at Dennis, who was now drooling, and shook his head.

“If Vittorio were here right now…”

Yan murmured indifferently. He compulsively tapped the desk and muttered that if Vittorio were here, he would have flipped a coin. Yan, wearing gloves, tore off Dennis’s shirt. With scissors placed on Dennis’s exposed white abdomen, Yan expressed his regret.

“Thomer, want to watch?”

“…I’m good. I have a weak stomach.”

“If you want, you can also penetrate him. I’ll make another hole in his abdomen for you.”

“I don’t have such hobbies.”

Dennis was slowly coming out of the drug’s influence. This was probably because he had developed quite a tolerance, and the moment Yan’s scissors crossed Dennis’s navel, he snapped back to his senses as if burned. Yan truly intended to ‘operate.’ Now, he was deeply engrossed in thought as he looked down at Dennis’s body. A sense of foreboding enveloped him. His gaze, directed at Dennis’s abdomen, was blurry.

“Laurent had his head cut off.”

“…”

“Vittorio hid the existence of the head until the very end.”

“Ugh…”

“Now, will Mr. Kahler please answer?”

Where he abandoned it. Yan placed the scissors at Dennis’s neck. Dennis held his breath completely.

The infirmary, with even Thomer gone, was silent.

Dennis unconsciously recalled the events of a few weeks ago. The bewilderment of being grabbed by Laurent Remi and dragged here.