The moment they heard this term, Boluogo and others felt a chill. As field staff of the Bureau of Order, Happy Garden was no stranger to them.
"Happy Garden...or in other words, the holy land of the Zongge Band and the land of the Witch of Joy."
Canary looked at the Fang of Death in her hand. There were still some blood stains on the cold metal, but the head of the white gull had disappeared.
During the time when she lost consciousness, someone took away the head of the white gull. Canary could guess the identity of the other party, but she did not expect that she would do it herself.
Boluogo was stunned for a moment. He did not expect that this strange virtual realm that was often mentioned in his ears was actually related to a devil.
"Our ether, the alchemical matrix, all fell silent and stopped responding," Bologo asked, "This is also related to the devil's land, right?"
Boluogo and others are on this speeding train, no one knows where its end point will be, and on this train, they have been deprived of their extraordinary power and turned back into ordinary mortals.
Just like fish leaving the familiar sea water, the loss of their extraordinary power makes them feel uneasy.
"should be."
Canary took a deep breath and turned to Bologo to describe what she had not finished saying to Lebius.
"The Unbound Poetry Society once studied the devil. Belphegor did not resist this, but cooperated very much with our research."
Among the many groups that believe in the devil, the Unbound Poetry Society is definitely the one with the most harmonious relationship.
"The devil is like the incarnation of a certain conceptual power, dominating the will of this power."
Bologg nodded in agreement with Canary's words. This knowledge was not a secret to Bologg. He had already known this from his contact with the devil.
"The devil cannot directly interfere with the material world. Rather, the devil cannot form a specific entity in the material world. As for why, I don't know yet, but in order to gain a foothold in the material world, the devil has opened up his own territory in the material world.
"
Canary said as she stretched out her hand to touch the wall. The space they were in now clearly exceeded the capacity of a car. Just like a cabin, the infinite space continued to expand inside the Happy Park train.
"The devil's land, in other words..." Boluogo continued what Canary said, "a virtual realm constructed using the power of the devil."
"I have come into contact with virtual realms built by the power of the devil," Bologo recalled Wandering Chalu. "Unlike common virtual realms, these devil's lands often liberate the devil's power to a certain extent, and have the ability to
Special rules."
For example, in the Wandering Fork Road, as long as there are enough Mammon coins, a wish equal to the value can be realized in the Wandering Fork Road.
Canary said slightly surprised, "You sound like an expert on demons."
"Probably...but I do deal with the devil a lot."
Boluogo felt that this was not something to be proud of. Judging from the information obtained, it should be the power of the Happy Garden at work when several people lost their extraordinary powers.
"What else do you know?" Bologg asked, "As a mortal enemy, you should know more than the Bureau of Order."
The Bureau of Order's usual main enemies are the King's Secret Sword, as well as the endless orangutan sects, and secretive groups like the Zongge Band and the Unbound Poetry Society, and there is very little contact between them.
"Just some rumors, some rumors obtained from the betrayers."
Canary recalled that she had doubts about "The Endless Poems", but because of her anger towards the betrayer, she was still in the same camp as Belphegor. With Belphegor's help, she launched a long-term campaign against the betrayer.
Hunting and digging out a lot of useful information from them.
"The Garden of Joy, a pure land of bliss, never ends, just like a banquet on a train that never ends. It will spread its tickets to the world in a way we don't know yet, and only those with strong desires will
Only people can get tickets and get on the train.”
Palmer interjected, "Do you think we are lustful people?"
"It's my fault," Canary said, taking out the ticket and looking a little melancholy. "I also feel that I am a person without strong desires, but I have forgotten the lust for revenge. It drove me to chase the traitor and get this
A ticket..."
The atmosphere fell silent. After a while, Palmer asked doubtfully, "We are unlucky, are you involved in this?"
Palmer was a hapless old man, and he accepted this kind of thing quickly.
"It's not that simple, the white gull disappeared."
Boluogo looked at Canary's dagger, "I understand the devil's style. They are a group of monsters who chase value and will never do anything worthless. I don't think the white gull is of that much value and is worthy of a devil personally.
Take action, let alone drag us all along."
The Desire Witch has another purpose, but Bologg doesn't know it yet.
"What happens next?" Aimu noticed the problem, "What happens next when people with strong desires come to the Happy Garden?"
"Desires will be fulfilled."
Canary paused for a moment and continued, "According to the betrayer, in this garden of joy lies the power to satisfy all desires."
Borrowgo said, "The devil?"
"No, the devil needs the corresponding value and soul, but in the Happy Garden, there seems to be some special way, even if it does not have the corresponding value and soul, it can still satisfy its desires... It's like a loophole in the rules."
Listening to Canary's words, Boluogo couldn't help but look at Aimu. Coincidentally, Aimu also looked at Boluogo at this time.
Amu mouthed silently, "Mammon coins."
There is also a special mechanism for wish fulfillment in the Happy Park.
Palmer suggested, "Rather than these things, let's find a way to leave first."
"Then I have another bad news."
Canary felt a headache at the moment. Not only did she lose her extraordinary power, she also couldn't feel Belphegor's presence. From this moment on, the Happy Garden was also blocked along with her own protection and eternal labor.
.
"No one...at least as far as I know, all the people who entered the Happy Garden have never come back."
Like an ominous prophecy, Canary's eyes swept across the faces of several people. She thought she would see frightened faces, but everyone was much calmer than she expected.
"Before these things, can you leave for a while?"
Hart, who was huddled in the corner, took a deep breath and said in a loud voice, "Can we talk about this after I change my clothes?"
…
While waiting for Hart, Burlogo asked Palmer to go back and change his clothes. At the same time, he dug out all the weapons hidden at home and gave them a share. These rooms were all shaped according to their memories, even
The weapons stuffed in the drawer are also perfectly reproduced.
Canary played with the dagger, not knowing what she was thinking. Even though she had been mentally prepared, she was still a little panicked when she actually entered the Happy Garden. Belphegor ordered her to collect the tickets, but he did not tell her that after getting the tickets
What to do.
Boluogo and Aimu were leaning side by side. Maybe there was no crisis yet, so Aimu was not so nervous. Instead, he became infinitely curious about this place.
If possible, she would like to study the virtual realm and land constructed by the power of the devil carefully, but the ether fell into silence, and Amu was unable to cause any abnormalities.
Suddenly Boluogo stretched out his hand and squeezed Aimu's arm. Aimu turned around in confusion and listened to Boluogo's words.
"Are you still in the state of flesh and blood?"
"Well, what's wrong?"
Bologo requested, "Please transform into a body of steel."
Aimu nodded obediently. When she tried to replace herself with steel, she found that she couldn't do it, and her gift lost its effect. Then she looked at Boluogo with horrified eyes.
"It seems we haven't lost our power, it's just that they have been blocked and no longer respond to our calls."
Boluogo analyzed that if the Happy Garden deprived several people of their power, then Aimu should be in a state of steel now. From this point of view, Boluogo also temporarily lost the power of immortality.
Ether, alchemical matrix, blessings and gifts... Paradise has caused all power to fall into absolute silence, leaving only the mortal essence.
Boluogo loosened his collar. He was a little nervous now. The last time he faced such a complicated and weird environment was in the Abandoned Land.
Canary suddenly said, "There are six doors in total."
Bologg left the wall and moved along the narrow corridor. Six doors were arranged symmetrically. Behind each door, a passenger slept.
The room was completely shaped by the memories of the passengers. Due to the roommate relationship between Bologna and Palmer, the two slept in the same room, and then there was Aimu Hart's room.
"Is this your room?"
Boluogo looked at an open door and took a brief glance. The layout inside was extremely simple. Apart from a mattress placed on the ground, there were books piled around.
Canary nodded in affirmation, "Yeah."
Now that four rooms have been identified, Bologg walked towards the first two doors that were opened. The passengers behind these two doors would wake up before Bologg. He didn't see them when he came out. Maybe he could get out of the room from the room.
style to determine the identity of the other party.
Pushing open the penultimate door, the traces of space expansion here are extremely obvious. The huge space comes into view. Under the brick and stone castle, the huge bookshelf is like a half-kneeling giant, with a slightly sweet smell lingering in it.
Floral.
Compared to a bedroom, this should be a large library. Then Bologg saw a blanket spread on the floor in the corner of the big library. Bologg could imagine the owner of the big library with his companion dog who always accompanied the books.
Sex life.
Bologo picked up a manuscript and from the signature, he determined the owner of this room.
Irwin Fleischer.
Another person's identity was confirmed, and Boluogo had an unknown premonition in his heart. This was a bit too coincidental.
Boluogo, Aimu, Palmer, Hart, Canary, Irwin...could it be said that several people playing board games have been involved in the Happy Garden? Is this a list of some evil things?
Boluogo immediately left the big library, walked into the corridor, and walked out towards the last door.
Opening the door, the scene behind the door surprised Boluogo.
There is nothing... nothing, no bed, no desk, no wardrobe, no furniture or any decoration. There are just gray floors, walls, and ceilings. This is not a bedroom at all, but an ordinary room.
, a rough room that has not yet been processed.
Could this be Cinderella's room?
"Any questions?"
Aimu followed, and before she saw the gray cement wall behind the door, Boluogo closed the door, "Nothing."
"Did you guys stuff an arsenal of weapons into your house?"
Hart was shocked by the things Palmer took out. In addition to ordinary firearms, there were also hammers, clubs, and various knives. He remembered that Palmer did not have such a hobby.
"Don't ask me, these are all Bologg's hoards," Palmer sighed, "But don't tell me, I always feel that as Sublimation Masters, we don't need these things..."
"Just in case you need it," Bologeau said.
Several people were fully armed, at least to the extent that they could do it for now.
Palmer had already explored the surroundings, and there was no other way for them to go except the door at the end of the corridor.
Boluogo is at the forefront. Even if the Happy Garden blocks his gift, Boluogo is still the one most suitable for trial and error.
With nervousness, Boluogo pressed on the door with both hands. Before he could push it open hard, the door was opened from the back, and Boluogo almost escaped.
The door opened, and the music and laughter came with bursts of fragrance. A wave of warmth passed through Boluogo's skin, as if there were countless pairs of gentle hands caressing Boluogo's body, and then the sound of a woman sounded next to his ears.
Their seductive whispers.
The blurred hallucinations flashed by, and Bologo woke up. Then he saw a woman in a dress standing respectfully in front of him. She smiled at Bologo, and then bowed.
Behind the woman is a magnificent hall, with a huge crystal chandelier located on the dome, and the elite clear mirror refracting the light into thousands of light paths, like a sun being plucked into the room.
The symphony orchestra is located on the second floor of the hall. They pull the bow strings day and night, and the melodious tunes are intertwined with the fiery emotions of the crowd. Men and women attend in costumes and dance on the dance floor.
They hugged each other, spun around, and kissed each other at the climax of the tune. Their snow-white necks intertwined, and their bright red lip prints left traces, like the wounds left by wild beasts biting each other.
"Guests, please follow me," the woman guided people, "other guests are already waiting for you."
The woman's words were gentle and intimate. No one would refuse such a beautiful invitation, but Boluogo felt deeply chilled by this beauty. Not only him, but Palmer also felt the same. He clenched the hand in his hand.
With a long knife, he wanted to chop off the woman's head immediately.
disturbed.
In this extremely beautiful scene, a strong sense of uneasiness surges in people's hearts.
As if the woman could see through people's thoughts, she suddenly moved forward, gently held Palmer's hands, slowly raised the long knife, and let the sharp blade cut through her fragile skin.
"Is this what you want?"
Palmer was stunned. He had no idea what the woman was doing. Then the woman pulled Palmer's arm hard and penetrated his body with the long knife.
From beginning to end, the woman had a smile on her face, as if she could not feel pain and was not afraid of death.
Blood stained the dress, and the body fell heavily to the ground. The waiters quickly came over. They cleaned the woman's body skillfully and wiped the blood on the ground, as if nothing had happened.
The waiters arrived like the wind and left quickly, but before leaving, they left behind another woman. She was almost exactly the same as the woman who had just died, with a trademark smile on her face.
"Aren't you satisfied yet? Do you need more cruel means to vent your desires?"
The woman made a gesture of invitation to Palmer, "Then please go to the next car, where is there a place that can fully satisfy your desires."
Palmer stared directly at the woman. The normal phenomenon was filled with a strange atmosphere. Palmer did not even recover from the death of the woman.
At this time, Boluogo put his hand on Palmer's shoulder, and his steady voice sounded.
"Calm down, Palmer, control your emotions and don't be aggressive towards her."
Palmer took a deep breath to control his uneasiness and the anger caused by it. At the same time, a look of confusion appeared on the woman's face, and she asked, "Don't you need it?"
The woman moved her gaze to Boluogo's face and shook her head, "Weird person."
She continued, "If you have no other needs, then please come with me."
The woman turned and walked towards the gorgeous hall, and Boluogo stepped forward and followed the woman calmly.
Bologger asked, "Who are you? The witch of pleasure?"
"No, how could it be?" the woman shook her head, "I am just a waiter serving this paradise."
"Who are we going to meet?"
"The person you should meet."
Borrogo then asked, "How do we get out of here?"
"Huh?" The woman stopped and asked in confusion, "Why are you leaving?"
The music in the hall reached its climax, and the majestic music echoed in people's ears like a storm. The bright and brilliant light suddenly dimmed, and people abandoned their reason and became barbaric and hateful.
Screams filled with pain rose and fell, and they treated each other in the most cruel way. Silver knives cut open the flesh and blood, broken wine glasses were inserted into the throats, and some people took out their steaming internal organs and beat up a beautiful woman with their bloody intestines.
bow tie.
The stench of blood echoed with gasps of excitement and joy. They were covered in blood. Conventional stimulation could no longer satisfy these empty souls. For this reason, they could only use more cruel methods to stimulate their nerves.
Most of the people died from these fatal injuries, but when the bright light came on from the crystal chandelier again, time seemed to have been reset. The blood and corpses on the ground disappeared, and the men and women changed back to that look.
They were all dressed up, holding each other's hands and dancing.
The woman pushed open the door and led a few people out of the golden hall. The surroundings were dark. Boluogo could feel the ground shaking a little, and he could still hear the faint sound of howling wind.
Another door opened in the darkness, and the smell of fine wine came from behind the door. This was a huge banquet hall, with several rows of long tables placed in it. Dinner plates full of food scraps were piled up on the long tables, and the bodies
Diners as fat as hills sat on both sides of the long table.
The waiters push the dining cart and continuously deliver plate after plate of delicious food to the table. However, as soon as they put it down, the food is often devoured by the diners. The speed of serving meals gradually cannot keep up with the eating of the diners. Some hungry diners directly
He grabbed the waiters and pinned them on the dining table. Then countless hands stretched out and devoured the waiters in the blink of an eye, leaving only the blood-stained bones.
Borrogo asked, "What are all these?"
"People's desires, all kinds of desires." The woman was very frank, and she answered all of Bolog's questions.
Pushing open the door again, Boluogo and others came to a quiet place. The warmth and soft light in the room were diffused through the water vapor, and the sound of gurgling water made people feel relaxed.
This is a bathhouse where people soak their bodies in warm water and close their eyes tightly as if they are asleep.
Compared with the previous scene, this bathhouse is undoubtedly a lot more relaxing now. Then the woman led them through one strange building after another, and experienced groups of weird and crazy people. People used various twisted ways to
way to vent one's own desires.
Until the last door opened, the woman stood respectfully at the door and did not enter with Boluogo and others.
Bologg paid attention to her and walked in directly. Now they were completely passive and under the control of the Desire Witch. Apart from going deep into the tiger's den, even Bologg couldn't think of any other solution.
A round table was placed in the center of the courtyard, and seven chairs were placed around the round table. There were already people on two of the seats. Bologna saw each other at first sight, it was Irwin and Cinderella.
Everyone sat down one by one, and an eerie silence filled the courtyard. Then Bologg noticed that the center of the round table was covered with a red cloth, and deep breathing could be faintly heard under the red cloth.
Palmer also noticed this. He stretched out his long knife vigilantly and opened the red cloth, revealing the head underneath, which was the white gull.
At this moment, Bai Ou's head is covered with rivets and iron pieces, as if a rough doctor has healed him with cold metal. An iron pipe extends from the bottom of the head and is connected to the base, integrating with this huge round table.
For one.
Accompanied by the sound of harsh metal friction, the white gull's head moved slowly, and its remaining single eye scanned the faces one after another.
Suddenly, the white gull's mouth opened at an abnormal angle, and a shrill wail was released from his mouth, but this time it was just a simple cry, and it did not have the impact of the Bliss Wound.
Gurgling blood gushes out from the cross section of his head, and the amount of bleeding is far beyond what his head can hold. The blood overflows over the round table, covering a scarlet mirror.
Many textures and patterns rise from under the scarlet blood mirror, like a war sand table, constructed from a variety of miniature terrains, with exquisite and compact railroad tracks running through them, including wilderness, coasts, mountains, cities and...
This small town seems to have been carved by a famous craftsman with a hammer, everything is so exquisite and perfect.
"Everyone, let us continue this unfinished "Journey to the End of the Night"."
Bai Ou said, his blood condensed into a slender arm, and he picked up a twelve-sided dice.