An extremely ugly tree, with gray-green moss growing on its surface. The ugly lines are arranged in spirals and even irregular twists, entangled and growing together in a hateful way.
It is too thick. Rather than a plant, it is more like a majestic tower built by some kind of power. I don’t know how high it is. You can’t see the top of the tree when you look up. Its width is even wider than in this evil forest shrouded in black mist.
Completely unknown.
The roots, trunk, and branches of the Tree of Horror are as luxuriant as the crazy reproduction of inbred relatives and branch out into endless branches.
And rolling and squirming in the bark of these trees, the humanoid outlines and the twisted and painful features are like eggs laid by flies in carrion. They are bulging and inlaid on the bark one after another. Thousands or even thousands of them are inlaid on the bark.
There are more, countless, constantly blending into the heart of the tree. Even if you can't hear a sound, you can still feel the weird and miserable scream.
Below the big tree.
A beautiful young woman with blond hair and blue eyes, wearing linen clothes, kneeling in the evil array of triangular piles of firewood, with a crown of thorns on her head and horns plucked from the carcass of a wild deer.
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She was letting out heartbreaking sobs, while the indifferent and thin man beside her was holding a book with an unknown animal cover and talking plausibly.
"In fact, there is no need for sacrifices, it will absorb the sacrifices on its own, but I am still willing to make a little contribution to her."
The man's voice was extremely hoarse. He found that Jessica was crying, caressing her face lovingly, and put his index finger on his lips like a child, making a silencing gesture.
"Jessica, this is your name."
"You are very important. I think you overestimate your so-called friends."
"When I'm about to turn their insides out, everyone says without hesitation, they know Jessica."
"Jessica is the mayor's daughter. Her father will definitely make a difference. No matter how much the ransom is, the beloved mayor can give it."
The man gasped slightly, seemingly angry, and tugged her hair with his fingers.
"I knew a man a long time ago, in Siberia, in the Far East, during the endless winter. Maybe he had no impression of me."
"He said that just as the strong must rule over the weak, so the wise must fool the stupid."
"Do you agree?"
The man asked softly.
But Jessica was just trembling with fear and couldn't say a word
He paused for a while.
suddenly mad,
He grabbed her hair and pulled it hard, breaking some of her scalp and wringing out the blood.
"Do you agree?"
he asked angrily.
Jessica could only nod, nodding wildly, not daring to refute at all.
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Corrupt Sheriff Observation Post.
Liszt closed the file. He had sorted out all the information inside and it was deeply imprinted in his memory.
"This corrupt forest, all the work, comes from a man named Clay."
"His family has a history of superstition, and his grandparents, including his father, are all members of a secret religion."
"The records describe that his only sister disappeared when he was very young, but no further information is mentioned, only some clues."
"However, judging from the worst guesses about the person, it is likely that he was sacrificed to the so-called gods by his family."
Liszt said calmly.
"Is there really anyone who would sacrifice his own family?"
It's not that Eugene doesn't visit forums. She occasionally reads some strange stories on the Internet, many of which involve pastoral villages in some interstate areas. In these remote areas, she will subconsciously use exaggerated words to trace those hidden stories.
I quit because it was really depressing. Only when I encountered this kind of thing did I realize how evil it was.
"As an infected person, you should understand the imaginary world, the symbolic world, and the real world."
"The problem is that many people don't even have the qualifications to come into contact with universal symbols. Their world only comes from their families and surrounding environment."
"There is no transition stage at all. In their cognition, killing family members and making evil sacrifices are all part of the logic."
"These are just prerequisites. This person named Clay has a criminal record."
"Because of money, he took the blame for the son of a wealthy businessman who ran a software company. Originally, it was just an ordinary hit and run, and he would only be sentenced to less than five years in prison."
"But during the trial, it was discovered that the son of a wealthy businessman had assaulted a high school student and caused him to become disabled and suffer a mental breakdown. He was sentenced to 30 years in prison."
"I think it was at that time that the seeds sprouted. He escaped from prison less than ten years ago and his whereabouts are unknown."
Liszt said.
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Under the ugly giant tree.
Clay was not satisfied with Jessica's answer at all. Two strangely long hands that were as dry as rotten branches strangled her neck, but they did not kill her. They just made her unable to breathe and played with her.
"In fact, this is biased."
"The problem is that many times, people are enslaved voluntarily. There is no so-called fooling, they are just subject to some unimaginable supreme will."
"Do you understand what the moral standard is?"
"In the mouths of some philosophers, the standard of morality is judged to be that if the whole world is doing the same thing, and this thing will not have a negative effect on anyone, then this thing is moral."
"I think……"
"That's what's so cruel."
"Everyone needs food, everyone needs love, everyone needs better housing."
"Can this be a sin?"
"But... if you have one more cow in your pasture, someone's pasture will have one less cow. An environment can only support the life of a fixed number of groups. It's just how to tilt it, otherwise you will fall into the so-called Malthusian trap."
"If a person spends time building palaces for others, then he will definitely not have time to build his own home. If a person is rich, then many people will lack money. If a person does not have money to get married, then he will only choose to hire prostitutes. Those who suffer from sores and bleeding
A foul-smelling pus-sucking hallucinogenic bitch.”
"The desire for happiness...is also an original sin."
"Under this logic, no one is moral and everyone is guilty."
"You understand, Jessica, you are highly educated."
He let go of Jessica's hand. Her face was already so red that she was about to bleed, and her eyeballs were bloodshot. The moment he let go, she inhaled violently, which resulted in a raging cough, and she fell into
The ultimate pain.
Clay, he suddenly became extremely angry.
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Inside the Sheriff's Observation Post.
Lister continued to say to Eugene: "This is the registration for entering the town. Clay returned to this place, his hometown, six months ago after a long period of escape."
Eugene still didn't understand, but these information and records didn't prove that Clay had attacked so many innocent people. Even if his family had a legacy of superstition, it didn't prove that he was a madman himself. He had no reason to do that.
"How can you be sure it's him?"
Eugene asked incomprehensibly.
Liszt asked Eugene for a cigarette.
To be continued...