Just like an illusory dream, people never remember how to start.
When you react, you are already in it, but when you find out it is a dream, you will wake up completely, or fall into a more abstract dream.
It was a burst of thick white fog hiding unknown and falsehood. The thick fog suddenly appeared on the road and appeared together with the completely different rainy weather. After getting deeper into it.
Colin quickly regained consciousness from inside the car and looked at the scene around him, but he was a little surprised.
It was a kind of dry and decayed old tree vine, with a rotten black and yellow color. The cracked and deformed gaps were filled with plague buds. They spread from all directions, seeped into the car, and entangled themselves everywhere, on the seats and on the roof.
On the top and handle, thick roots spread out many small tender strips, seeming to be absorbing something.
However, these are nothing at all. The leather interior in the car is peeling and cracking, and has only been eroded into some residues, covered with mold composed of green and red spherical particles. The glass is completely broken, and only a large iron frame is left in the vehicle.
tilted.
But there was no one around, not even Eugene, Heller, or Liszt.
"Fuck, I've been sleeping for fifty fucking years?"
Colin subconsciously took out the wine bottle from his arms and took a sip. He found that his clothes were intact and the wine in the wine bottle tasted mellow and fresh.
"what's the situation."
He kicked the car door open, and the hinges of the car door had already rotted and were kicked several meters away. He walked out, and the scene in front of him was blurry. He was surrounded by thick fog and the visibility was less than 200 meters.
Everywhere you look, there are signs of strange jungles. Huge, but twisted and growing trees like demons have lush dark green leaves. This green is not bright green, but a dark green with the luster of insect carapace, which makes it look very strange.
One wonders whether it can shed mucus as sticky as a toad's body.
The dense vegetation on the ground is full of unnamed weeds and weeds, and some red or white coelenterate creatures are faintly squirming, but Colin can't see clearly, and he can't be sure whether they are some kind of bugs or autumn bugs.
I was going to use my absorbed eyes to see the phenomenon caused by the wind blowing the grass, but I thought it would be taken back into my body later, which made me feel a little nauseous, so I forgot about it.
"It's really your mother's fault."
Although Colin couldn't understand what was going on, he might be dreaming, and everything he saw was illogical.
He touched his pockets, and it was great. The cigarettes and lighters were still there. Fortunately, the coat had more pockets. He bought four packs of cigarettes before coming, which would last for a day or two.
I immediately lit a cigarette to continue my life, and after a deep hiss I felt refreshed.
Due to his infection with latent abyss disease, his strong vitality did not cause his sense of smell to decline, and a pungent smell of putrefaction also came to his nostrils.
Curiosity made him follow the smell.
Click, click, click...
Most of the time, the boots stepped on dead leaves, and occasionally a sticky snapping sound could be heard.
Colin noticed this strange thing on the way, raised one foot and looked at the sole of the shoe.
It was indeed the bursting pulp and wrinkled white skin of some weird coelenterate.
"I..."
It took Colin a lot of effort to get these boots. He hurriedly sharpened them on the grass a few times, and then he gave up after finding that they couldn't be cleaned.
I continued to search in the direction of the strange smell, and finally found that it came from a dry tree hole at the bottom of a tree.
"Come again..."
This kind of old bridge was no longer very familiar to Colin. He crouched down and looked towards the tree hole. Inside was an unusually rich hodgepodge of coelenterates, the same kind that he just trampled to death. The epidermis
It is full of wrinkles and has a weird mouth like a desert worm, crawling and rolling around the corpse of some kind of creature.
Even Colin frowned and stood up. Maybe this was really his nightmare. Maybe the latent syndrome found that the pain and fear could no longer torture him, so he found other ways to disgust himself.
"You really have latent abyss syndrome."
Colin quickly took a puff of cigarette to calm down.
Buzz buzz...
At this moment, a noisy sound of a chainsaw came from a distance. The disturbing mechanical whine was too cold-blooded and made people feel scalp numb.
Colin looked along the source of the sound, but there was no sound, as if it came from outside the thick fog.
He had no fear and just stood there, waiting for the man who was pretending to be a ghost to show up.
As the terrifying sound of gear rotation gradually increased in intensity, shaking the cochlea, its user gradually emerged from the thick fog.
It was a two-meter-tall weirdo with blurry facial features and only dark brown dead skin on his face. His hair was soaked with gel. He was wearing overalls full of congealed blood scabs and dried filth. His hands and backs and
On its shoulders, there are forearm-long black tentacles and sensory organs like octopus suckers.
It walked slowly towards Colin. At first it was just slow, astonishingly slow and threatening. He gradually picked up the pace, getting faster and faster, faster and faster!
to the end.
He was almost running wildly, using the terrifying chainsaw.
Colin was hooked!
It was as if he had arrived at a bonus level in an arcade game, because killing this bastard would not have any good or bad effects. It was just a point-eating prop for the bonus level. Colin didn't know if this was an infected person or something, it was more like an alien.
Space creatures.
"What a fucking dream!"
Colin laughed in an extremely rare way, but it was more like a twitch of facial muscles. He no longer cared about how expensive the high-end brand double-breasted coat was, and his right hand directly turned into a bone knife. The enamel structure connected to the muscles and flesh was astonishing, and then
.
This is not enough.
Click, click, click...
He added bone teeth to the bone knife, wrapping the entire outline of the bone knife like a wheel belt, and then began... to rotate crazily.
His plasma surged, and he used his own pain as the driving force to turn the bloody bone saw and run towards the chainsaw man.
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The other end.
Thick fog, forest, coelenterates wriggling on the ground, and the faint fishy smell that always comes in the wind.
All this made Eugene feel uneasy.
"what are you laughing at?"
Eugene is confused, Lister is with her, but Colin and Heller seem to be missing.
"Am I dead?"
"Is this hell? Or is it the bottom of the abyss I came to when I went crazy?"
"Very good……"
Liszt's face was filled with a happy smile.
"You're really fucking crazy."
Eugene subconsciously took two steps back.
"Don't you understand, Eugene, from the moment we were infected, we were no longer human."
"Based solely on our status as infected persons, going crazy may be our ultimate goal."
"Too tired...you know what."
"too tired."
"I am always struggling with the teachings and knowledge of the sages and the unknown chaos and madness. I am so tired."
"I finally died..."
His fingers were trembling a little, and he seemed really happy.
"If you keep talking nonsense, do you believe I will really kill you?"
Eugene was speechless. Each Riddler was better than the last. It was normal for him to dare to be affectionate and to use the full power of his abilities. Let alone S-level infected people, she felt that she could handle them.
"Well...as expected, you are the real Eugene. You are as devoid of rules as prime numbers. A new problem is transformed into a solved problem. I have to think about the current situation quickly."
Liszt's face turned paralyzed instantly, he pinched his chin and began to think deeply.
Eugene's eyelids were twitching wildly, now she really wanted to kill someone.
