Chapter 591 - Four Hundred and Seven: Long Silence
Ferreiro put down the scalpel in his hand, took off his rubber gloves, and stared into the clean cavity of the eyes, lost in thought. It was so clean, without any foreign objects; the parasite he imagined was completely absent.
"Where could it be?"
He lit a cigarette and walked toward the balcony, ready to breathe in some fresh air.
Passing by the skeleton rack, the old elf saw the white bones processed by Malin himself, which were once the remains of a drunkard who had frozen to death in a drunken attempt to pass through a checkpoint. Malin had bought the body from his relatives and promised his young son an Apprentice slot... If Malin were here, he would surely know; the boy had many ideas.
Just as he was thinking this, Ferreiro stopped in his tracks. He saw something he had never considered. Reaching out, he opened the top of the skull and, looking at the wooden replica of a brain inside, Ferreiro remembered something Malin had once said—if humans truly possessed souls, the brain was like the puppeteer’s board, controlling the flesh. Without it, the soul couldn’t truly and permanently control the body, because it was no longer the master of the flesh.
Yes, the brain!
Ferreiro turned and went back to the operating table, put on a new pair of gloves, took out a saw, and then looked toward the Proxy at the door: "Record the close-up of the brain on the Demon Crystal."
Picking up the knife, Ferreiro steadied the child’s head: "Forgive me, child."
He began by apologizing, then started working, shaving off the hair, then peeling back the skin, and finally using a circular saw to open the skull.
As the skull fell to the ground, Ferreiro looked at the strange object on the brain and grabbed his beard.
"This is... desecration!" he roared with all his might.