Chapter 181: Snow Mountain (6)
Samuel had been killed. There was no doubt about it.
Both his hands and feet were tightly bound to the bedposts with rope, leaving him restrained in a standard “spread-eagle” position.
The man was completely naked, wearing no clothing at all. His eyes were wide open, his face twisted in agony, lying on his back.
His abdomen had been cut open. The incision ran from just below the ribs all the way down to just above the pubic bone, deeply slicing through the flesh and thick yellowish layer of fat. A large amount of blood had soaked the bedsheets and floor, staining them a dark red-black. Even on the walls and ceiling, splattered droplets of blood could be seen.
As for the internal organs that should have been inside his body, they had been removed one by one.
Further down, among the messy body hair, it was also clear that a certain organ that should have been there had been cut off at the root.
On the windowsill just a couple of steps away from the bed, the missing organs were neatly arranged like exhibits in a museum, lined up in an orderly fashion.
The window was wide open. After being exposed to the wind all night, the organs had frozen solid. The blood on them had also frozen into dark clots. In the sunlight, they glistened faintly, like some kind of blood-red gemstones—strangely, almost beautiful.
As for the aforementioned organ, it appeared to have been intentionally mutilated; it had been chopped into a mass of ruined flesh.