He looked at the well-behaved boy with white hair and black bangs who sat quietly in front of him and remained silent for a long time.
Wilson was in a daze for a long time and did not react.
Is this guy really the same person as the foul-mouthed bastard he had a fight with before?
That muscular man who was so stubborn that he refused to give in no matter how much electricity was applied to him, had a tough mouth, was covered in thorns, and carried a lot of dangerous items with him...
How did he become the quiet, well-behaved and elegant young man he is now?
Is there something wrong with this?
Sunlight shone through the glass into the small town cafe, illuminating the small space brightly. Jason took off his windbreaker and placed all the murder weapons he was carrying on the chair next to him.
Only one copy of "Pride and Prejudice" remained in his hands.
He wore a black vest, folded his hands on his knees, and placed a book beside him. With his highlighted hair and dark green eyes, he looked artistically sensitive and melancholic.
If it weren't for the bright mask that looked like it was stained red with blood, Wilson would hardly have imagined that this was a person.
Wilson sighed dejectedly.
If I had known earlier, I would have confessed directly and appeared as Senior Diga!
He put the threats and inducements aside for a long time, but the guy refused to obey no matter what, but in the end, he successfully convinced him in less than a minute after meeting Ultraman Tiga.
So everything he did before was in vain!
Ultraman Tiga's charm is really great...
He is indeed my boyfriend of all time!
And now he is the one transforming into Ultraman Tiga!
Wilson thought happily, being able to transform into the male god of his childhood, who could refuse this kind of happiness!
He actually understood Jason's reaction very well.
If he discovers that a person has become very strange and seems to have been taken away from him, his first reaction will definitely be suspicion and vigilance.
He also admired Jiesen for his perseverance under such intense pressure. He could endure even that kind of pain, which showed his mental strength.
It wasn't until the misunderstanding was resolved and it was confirmed that Wilson was saved by him and that he was still alive that he agreed to cooperate with him.
Wilson lamented the other party's insistence on justice and principles.
The school auditorium was not a good place for communication, so they came to a small cafe in Arkham Town, where the privacy conditions were pretty good.
"Dear Lord Diga..."
The melancholy literary young man opposite finally spoke, speaking clearly and slowly, using the most standard London accent, with a wonderful rhythm, striving for perfection.
"..."
Wilson rubbed the goosebumps on his arms.
This guy had previously scolded him in various languages and tones without repeating a single word. Even his initial speech was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder...
He once thought that this guy would be unable to say anything other than ridicule and abuse.
"There is no need to use honorifics for me, and don't call me Diga in this state." Wilson smiled tiredly, "Just call me Wilson."
"Okay, Mr. Wilson." Jason nodded seriously.
"..."
Wilson was speechless and choked.
At this time, the waiter brought two cups of coffee and two small desserts.
Jason pushed it aside and showed no intention of moving.
Wilson stared at the mask on his face, a little confused, and asked with a little probing: "How do you usually eat? Isn't it difficult to breathe?"
The red mask was extremely conspicuous. He had checked it over and over again several times before. He was sure that there was not even a single crack in it. It tightly covered half of Jason's face and extended to the back of his head and neck. What was the mask like?
How to remove it?
Jason's expression was a little stiff, and he touched his mask unnaturally:
"This is actually... to suppress me."
"Suppress?" Wilson raised his eyebrows in surprise.
He took a deep breath and finally seemed to make up his mind.
The next moment, Wilson watched helplessly as Jason took out a dagger from somewhere and inserted it into his intact right hand.
"!"
Wilson looked at Jason's self-mutilation behavior in horror and wanted to step forward to stop him, but his expression did not change.
The expression of the young man opposite did not change, and he calmly pulled out the dagger again.
Blood slowly seeped out from the wound.
And then, beyond Wilson's imagination...
The blood that flowed out did not fall to the ground in accordance with Newton's law, but slowly stretched out like tentacles, dangling in the air.
The wound that was just poked was quickly wrapped and healed by the tentacles.
"That's it." Jason's tone did not sound unusual, as if this was an ordinary thing, "I don't know when, no matter how many wounds I cause on my body, I will return to normal."
"The more monsters I kill, the more monster I become."
"At the beginning, it was just a trivial mutation. But I became more and more crazier and worse, more and more angry and violent, and even felt pleasure in killing and wanted to eat them."
"Then I put on a mask. This mask is made of special material and can suppress my madness and anger."
"Every time you take it off, you must put it on within five minutes, otherwise the consequences will be very serious."
Jason's tone was very calm, as if he was not talking about himself.
Wilson frowned deeply and stared straight into Jason's eyes.
"This is not normal..."
He did feel Jason's suppressed mania, and he also felt the same abnormality in Wilson's memory.
This strange madness is definitely not a coincidence!
He suddenly realized that although he had met Gomora at the beginning, he had never met any other monsters since then. Not even in his childhood.
What he learned from Curator Armitage was from the other side of the world, and there were only partial words and texts. He had never really met the so-called rulers of the old days.
Director Armitage did not describe them in depth.
With preconceived ideas, Wilson felt that he had entered the world view of the classic Ultraman series, and believed that the main enemies faced by humans and Ultraman were monsters.
But even if it is as depressing as the Nexus set, the unkillable alien beasts that use human fear as their power will only bring panic to humans at most, and will not make people crazy, nor will they cause humans to mutate.
There will never be a situation similar to other people's human bodies and Jiesen!
What's wrong with this world?
Wilson thought of Drom's repeated warnings, the bad experience he had just arrived here, and the strange madness hidden under the surface...
“Is this pollution?”
Wilson murmured.
This world seemed to be much worse than he imagined.