I don’t know how much time has passed, whether it’s a second or a century.
Colin woke up suddenly, black and red blood overflowing from his nose.
"There is no horror in the world that can surpass the indifference and cruelty of the frozen sun and the long days of mist and chaos."
The ravings of a madman came to my ears.
A strong sense of déjà vu suddenly emerged in Colin's heart, here is...
What appeared in front of him was a large library, with luxurious crystal chandeliers emitting a dense light, and several custom-made bookshelves made of solid wood that were attached to the walls filled with a variety of books ranging from literature to documentary.
And the tendons of his hands and feet were severed and fixed to a stool, and eight blood collection needles were connected to his body. He couldn't generate any strength at all, not even to stand up.
The blood-red round sunglasses reflected purgatory.
Randy took a deep breath, that smell! It was the same smell that Colin smelled when he committed suicide for the first time, but it was different. The fragrance was too mellow, as if it had gone through a long time.
"What an amazing method!"
"I have given you a psychological hint in the future!"
"This is actually true, it's really God's method!"
"Everything that will happen to you in the future..."
Randy stumbled backwards and knocked over the hot black tea on the side table. His eyes under his sunglasses showed deep fear. He slumped down on the chair, his body stiff.
Colin was stunned on the spot.
time……
Backtracking…
Or what?
"This is impossible, impossible. I have already killed you. I will cut you into pieces like a pig or a dog."
"And you coward... chose to commit suicide."
Fine cold sweat broke out on Colin's forehead. He couldn't understand what was going on. There was a violent pain in his head. It was an extreme pain that could tear apart the soul. Just like every time he went back in time before, he fell into the abyss.
Generally, it is combined with distending pain, puncture, and severe pain from twisting.
"It's incredible..."
After Randy paused for more than ten seconds, he finally regained his calm elegance.
"Suicide? This is forbidden by the Catholic Church."
"But I might do that. No one cares about God, the devil, or the communion table."
"Did I even kill myself?"
"But you, in an instant, are completely different from each other. What else can destroy you?"
"You are too strong, Colin, you are too strong."
Randy had never seen such a powerful person. From those furious eyes, the power to destroy the universe gathered.
"You're dead, Randy. Come out, Hugo, and stop playing your tricks."
Colin endured the severe pain in his brainstem and tried desperately to recall everything. The SCT launched a general attack. The Pope turned St. George's District into purgatory in a taboo way. That method was the most evil massacre.
"What exactly have you been through?"
Randy was a little confused, but as long as he tasted the strong fragrance coming from the cerebral cortex, he could know what kind of happy or unhappy life he had lived.
He took a deep breath.
"Like a nightmare."
"sct, those scary people."
"They use the cemetery as a studio and praise death with simple innocence."
"But neither the SCT nor the strategy is correct."
"You are so confused, like a cellar that has lost its key, like a wild beast wandering the streets."
"I walked all the way and couldn't see anything."
"Walking through the fields, you can't tell the difference between summer and winter."
"Like a trash, dirty, useless, and ugly."
"Being the butt of jokes for the children's amusement."
Randy adjusted the buttons on his sleeves and continued to add: "I have nothing to do with you Colin. The human spirit is like a spring. If it has been oppressed for a long time, it will lose all elasticity."
"Everyone is like this, and can only tolerate a certain degree of despair. When the sponge has absorbed enough water, even if the sea flows over it, it can't add a drop of water to it."
"It's hard to say whether this is a good thing or a bad thing. You are like a majestic giant standing still now."
Randy took off his blood-colored round sunglasses and looked a little disappointed.
And Colin didn't know when he had heard enough of these useless nonsense. Before he came to encircle and suppress Hugo, he learned the relevant information from the communication terminal. The Pope's hint meant that the universe
There is a certain understanding of the truth and the mysteries of the world, and it is also related to the spirit and psychology.
He determined that this was an illusion. Although all the scenes were extremely real, Colin was extremely convinced.
"Do you think hallucinations will work on me?"
Colin was a little disdainful.
And Hugo also revealed his true body. Although he was wearing Randy's clothes, his figure, face, and especially his deep eyes were extremely recognizable.
"I have to say that you people are too strong-willed."
"Think about it, anyone who can reach this level must have an unswerving spirit."
"No matter how subtle the illusion is, it can be seen through quickly."
Hugo played with the blood-colored sunglasses, Baudelaire, what an elegant taste.
At the beginning, when Colin went to protect the woman, the feather passed through him. Even though what passed through was just a vision, the vision was essentially one with Colin, and both transcended spirit and matter.
things.
Colin's use of the enhanced blood knife to tear Hugo into pieces was just an illusion, and Hugo remained unscathed from beginning to end.
"You must be confused now. I don't know what you have experienced, but I can still create this illusion."
"Thought, memory, and the human brain are extremely mysterious."
"As long as you use some special means, you can even be immersed in the painful environment you create."
"Just like every mental patient I treat, they always have some unspeakable painful past and waste too much time in that smoke-like illusion."
"And I always have access to their memories."
Hugo put his sunglasses aside and stared at the unmoved Colin. He pinched his chin and flashed a look of thought. He was indeed a powerful man. In terms of destructive power, he already had the momentum to catch up with Hazy.
"This is where you are, Colin."
"Grief and pain spread throughout your body, and the fire of the entire universe burns in your veins."
"The soul is like the boiling intoxication of coal buried in a boiler."
Hugo continued to look around. There were six dead people, were they also killed by Randy, as well as a desk that had been transformed into a tool table.
He frowned. The specimens and various tools on it, including hole openers and tweezers, were hard to imagine. What kind of perverted man he was. It couldn't even be called torture, but was created specifically to cause pain.
Twisting precision surgery.
"I discovered that you rotten people all have one thing in common."
Colin dismissed it and added: "Is this your method? To create a painful illusion? What a clumsy trick."
There was even a hint of mockery in the corner of his mouth.
Hugo was silent for a while.
"You're right, pain is a bad thing."
"Such an illusion cannot destroy the strongest."
"But this is indeed a kind of trust in time."
"Eternity is valid."
Hugo took out a dagger from the tool table and inserted it into Colin's thigh without expression.
"The great thing is, I've also read some poetry."
"Let me think about what to say at this time...just like Randy."
"This section is good."
"All happiness and hope cannot escape the fate of disillusionment sooner or later."
"In the end, they will be thrown into the basket of forgetfulness."
