"As a citizen of Los Angeles, you have an obligation to contribute to public security."
"You don't look like the kind of idiot with a sense of mission."
"It's all a conspiracy. All of this, everything, is a conspiracy."
"I can't imagine what it will be like, and I offer my highest respect here."
"All leather products require are animal carcasses, and the T-shirts you get from the sales are from Southeast Asian child laborers who died suddenly in sweatshops under the age of ten."
"Do you believe in the existence of God, Mr. Agent?"
"When an ugly person makes a mistake, he must be condemned regardless of the conscience of heaven and earth; when a beautiful person makes a mistake, he must be forgiven indiscriminately."
"Although the scene of heaven has been described by the sages, the world is still full of holes."
"The blood scab left by the tear... needs to be peeled off."
"You hypocrite, my kind."
The electric current escaping in the void is like countless worms squeezing around and wandering around the ears.
Those murmurs, those babbles.
The stiff faces all around looked at him with cold eyes, like tourists appreciating a madman.
Everything was like the most vicious curse torturing Colin's mind.
The office is as gloomy as hell, with old-fashioned electronic monitors dedicated to securities operations, in which the dark red and green stock index lines twisted and squirmed like a painter's palette.
In the most terrifying, disgusting, and mind-numbing way, it overflowed from the glass screen, seeped out of all the holes outside the display screen, and invaded everything around it, seeping into the gaps in the keycaps and submerging inside.
completely submerged.
That keyboard, it proliferates ugly flesh and blood, including arthropods, amphibians, birds, reptiles, a weird mixture, a reflective, turbid carapace, densely packed compound eyes, mouthparts, appendages, and antennae.
"Are you a catalyst, an invention, or a useless bubble produced in an experiment."
"Or maybe it's all three."
It opened its mouth to speak, rubbing its limbs with its completely cold-blooded and hollow limbs, and said this to Colin.
Colin has had enough of it all, countermeasures, abyssal syndrome, hallucinations, SCT, all of it, it's so crazy.
Too crazy.
"Stupidity, fallacy, greed."
"Occupy your soul and torture your body."
"Just as a beggar feeds his lice, you feed your sins."
"Fall, fall."
"Dive to the deepest point."
"The place where the fate of mankind is intertwined."
"The Promised Land of Ultimate Truth."
Those weird red and green stock index lines spread out from the insect's body, trying to get into Colin's body.
Just when it was about to succeed.
Colin suddenly woke up, grasped the weird flesh-textured line, grabbed both ends and tore it off, causing violent blood to flow out.
The insect suddenly became sluggish, and it was still mumbling words of unknown meaning in its mouth.
"mu...ti...crown."
It was like a stool suddenly falling off.
Colin woke up again.
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…
…
I do not know how long it has been.
Colin gradually regained consciousness from the chaos, but his whole body was so weak that he could not even move his body.
He opened his heavy eyes with great difficulty, and his vision was blurry. His arm... had something like a needle inserted into it, and next to it there was an instrument like a blood collection bottle, which was continuously drawing blood from him.
sound……
An extremely pleasant voice came.
The sound quality with negligible noise is not an ordinary speaker, but the music played by an old-fashioned record player.
My mind was in chaos, my eyes were hazy and I couldn't see clearly, but my ears could hear clearly.
He has heard this song.
It's Shostakovich's Waltz No. 2.
As the soothing music harmonized his body and mind, his pupils slowly returned to focus from their dilated state.
This is a large library, surprisingly large. Luxurious crystal chandeliers provide lighting here, emitting a soft halo, and a dazzling array of books are piled in every corner.
There is also a workbench transformed from a desk, with a dazzling array of tools placed on it.
Various models, various sizes, everything you need.
As the orchestral tempo intensifies.
The next scene made Colin's pupils shrink sharply.
Like making insect specimens, some neatly arranged human body parts... are penetrated by iron thorns through the stable structure, and there is a metal base underneath to make them stand upright.
Then Colin saw a familiar person.
About two months ago, I had an interview with two people who became official agents at the same time as me in the conference room of the 11th Section underground base.
man……
He was already dead, with his head twisted at an extremely weird angle on the chair. His expression before death was distorted, as if he had witnessed something extremely terrifying.
Even though the orchestra suppressed the mourning, it was only when he witnessed that scene that Colin heard... pitiful and heartbreaking sobbing.
The well-dressed man wearing red sunglasses is torturing a woman, and she is still alive.
"die……"
"There is no peace at all. It is eternal loneliness, eternal emptiness, and torture until the end of time."
"And time... will not end."
"This extreme terror is getting closer to you every second."
Randy put the watch on the side table, the second hand moved crisply, and then scratched her skin with the dagger.
"What flows in you is not blood, but the green water of the River of Forgetfulness."
