"Once, I shot a guy through the head with a gun, from the side."
"The incredible thing is that the man is not dead. I am very sure that the man's brain is completely mangled."
"But he did not die. He stood and did not fall down until seven or eight seconds later."
"I think I discovered the truth."
"Human consciousness is separated from the physical body."
"I read some academic research. The soul and memory are all chemicals in synapses. They are composed of tiny proteins called brain peptides."
"Everything is determined by the type, quantity, sequence and spatial structure of brain peptide amino acids."
"I always feel something is wrong. There is always something wrong anyway."
"But all the information is so real. Memory proteins are extracted from the brains of trained bees and transplanted into the brains of untrained bees. Then these bees can fly every day as if they have been trained.
Dining in designated hives.”
"I always felt that something was missing, so I kept killing people, accurately and efficiently. I just wanted to confirm that expression, the natural reaction of the body within a limited time after the brain was completely destroyed."
"But I haven't met anyone for a long time who can still live for seven or eight seconds after the brain is penetrated. This must be my problem."
"The brain must be destroyed in an instant without any extra steps. I kept continuing and improving, and my technique became more and more sophisticated. At the beginning, it was two seconds, five seconds, or even ten seconds."
"Finally, I have reached the ultimate."
"If I kill the assistant next to you now, her brain will completely fail."
"But she was able to survive for thirty-three seconds."
Bang……
The iron plate holding the coffee cup fell to the ground with a clang, making a clanging sound of gold and stone.
Twenty-two destruction zones.
Inland sea.
The strong winds were blowing hard, causing waves as dark as stagnant water to hit the rocks and smash themselves into pieces in a continuous flow.
As two green snake lightnings lit up the lighthouse standing on the huge rocks on the coast like a thunderbolt of doom, the corrosive acid rain made a fragmented and wild sound.
Through the mottled lighthouse window, half of a human face is reflected. The short hair combed back stands like a steel needle, with a few messy strands floating in front of the forehead. The face is unremarkable, so ordinary that it is even terrifying.
To the point where, even if those dark eyes are looking at the person in front of them, they just feel like they are looking somewhere else.
The sound of waves continued, in the reception room on the upper floor of the lighthouse.
"Feel sorry……"
The female assistant tidied up the mess on the floor in panic, saying that she would prepare again immediately. She could no longer stand the depression in the room. Even if the broken glass of the cup scratched her hand and blood oozed out, she didn't care. She quickly finished cleaning up, picked up the plate and left.
Room.
Only the guests who came here after a long journey and the owner of the lighthouse were left.
This lighthouse, which was cast in the 15th century, has survived for five to six hundred years. The stone walls and furnishings in the room are extremely primitive. There is even a rusty iron base carrying a torch on the wall, but it has long since lost its function. The iron gate
The grid sodium lamp emits a faint, ghostly light, providing illumination here.
Chainsaw heard that there is a stargazer here, who understands the mysteries of the universe, knows the past, present, and future, and possesses a large part of the so-called original true page.
"Thirty-three seconds."
"This is truly magical."
"It seems like nothing can escape this number."
"There is indeed something wrong. I am very curious. After the brain was completely destroyed, for so long, even more than half a minute, what happened..."
"What kind of state is it exactly?"
Rhodes asked calmly, not afraid of this doomsday master-like figure, a large violent group spanning multiple destruction zones, and the supreme leader of the Salvation Army.
"It seems that rumors are just rumors after all."
"You are not a god."
"I noticed something was wrong, and after I reached this extreme, I finally discovered the problem."
"Brain peptides and amino acids are indeed the carriers of memory."
"Things like electronic data, binary code symbols."
"There must be..."
I'm a little short of words for chain saw, I'm stuck for a moment, I can't find the right words in my mind.
Rhodes added for him.
"Things used to recognize and decode these data."
"That's the essence of being human."
"Is that what you mean?"
Rhodes said calmly.
His reminder made Chain Saw's thoughts become clear again. Perhaps he was too closely connected with the abyss and was about to hit the bottom. There was some great force preventing him from breaking through the shackles of 3.
"Yes, you are right, Stargazer."
"That kind of theory cannot convince people at all. This kind of transcendence, in the infant stage... no, even in the embryo, or even earlier, long before that, something was injected into the brain."
"It is a wonderful form that transcends time and space. It cannot be thought of in categories such as cause and effect, attributes, existence, and non-existence."
"It's like nothing... nothing can be called nothing only relative to something."
"Nothing is truly nothing. This consciousness, this spirit, is everywhere."
Suddenly, the chainsaw's breathing became a little rapid, a little crazy, and as a thunder suddenly appeared, you could see through the white ordinary shirt, the traces of the abnormal phenomenon, the iron pieces, thorns, and blood scales were spreading and growing.
"It's like cosmic consciousness."
"We are all parts that have been ripped out of the abyss."
"And we always have to return to it."
"This is latent syndrome."
Chainsaw said this, as if he was over-drinking, his hands were seriously unsteady, and they were shaking when he took anything. He reluctantly accepted the coffee that the female assistant handed him again.
In today's world, coffee beans are even rarer than canned fruit. Perhaps it was the long-lost injection of caffeine that made him exhale a long, sickly breath. He looked out the window at the raging waves of the inland sea and the lightning, feeling a little paranoid.
Frightened, but also somewhat ulterior, secretly excited.
It's like tearing off a scab from a wound.
"You haven't gotten to the point yet."
"These things are all reflected on the faces of the dead."
"Please tell me, what kind of expression is that?"
Rhodes asked.
The chain saw shrank back like a frightened bird, seeming to be a little frightened.
"I killed them."
"They are indeed dead."
"Brain peptides, amino acids, whatever, they no longer exist."
"abyss."
"I call him the abyss. Within thirty-three seconds, the abyss will rise up, out of darkness, out of nothingness, out of chaos."
"Stare at me."
"I can only keep pursuing."
"Constantly..."
"Constantly..."
As if he was in the dead of winter, Chainsaw shivered and took a blanket from the sofa to cover himself. The temperature around him seemed to be different from that of Rhodes, and his breath was filled with white heat mist.
