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"You know, it reminded me of a joke..." Zeikin decided to lighten the gloomy atmosphere a bit:
He chuckled, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye, and scratched the back of his head.
"What was I saying? Oh, it's a pity he didn't drown; it was a terrible way to die. But I don't quite understand – why? Cannibals would have killed him right away. But they just cut him up and left him. Were they preparing for some kind of ritual? Or just for fun? And most importantly, if there are such villains living there who can simply kidnap a random person from the shore, it means they can also snatch a grandmother or a child from the city. We need to bring this to the attention of the administration. In my opinion, they should just blow up that statue with cannons."
Added 18 minutes later
"...Or maybe they wanted to make some kind of products from the bones?" Zeikin snapped his fingers, struck by a brilliant idea. "We had one guy like that in our block; he called himself a 'tendon carpenter, a craftsman of torment.' He made furniture from people. He was completely crazy; it was hard to serve time with him. When he finally annoyed everyone, they locked him in a solitary cell and poured fuel through the window in the door and threw in a burning rag. It's the same here. Who knows what kind of creatures roam our vast lands."