It was a naked human body, which looked like a male. It was very similar to the "myself" I saw in the specimen bottle before. There were still droplets of liquid flowing downwards on it. I guess it was stained on the body.
Formalin embalming fluid.
Just when I was mentally prepared, thinking that I would see that face as pale as mine again, I found that everything was beyond my expectation.
He has no face.
To be precise, where the face should have been on his head, now there is only a layer of black and red flesh left, from which the white skull, eyes, nose, lips and other facial features are all missing, only
The ears survived because they hung on either side of the head.
It looked like someone had torn off the face... No, it wasn't like the face was torn off, but like it was eaten away bit by bit, because if it was torn off directly, it would be on the chin, especially Tianling.
There are obvious marks left on the ears.
As for the person in front of me, the skin on other parts of his head is actually normal. Only the area close to his face is like being bitten and peeled off inch by inch by something, leaving jagged marks, which are like flesh and blood.
As terrifying and faceless as a black hole.
Because I knew that he could only watch from the side of the stairs and that I could not enter even a little bit, I took the courage to move a few more steps up the stairs, making the field of vision in front of me wider and clearer. This time I could see his "face" completely.
"There's something else on there.
They were squirming flesh worms, like maggots, but their bodies were thicker and had more patterns.
Those flesh bugs seemed to be very leisurely and comfortable, crawling in and out of the surrounding world of flesh and blood, sometimes taking a bite of the flesh and blood next to them, or squirming and shaking in place, crawling in and out, completely treating this place as their own survival
A paradise of reproduction.
If you look closely, you will see that there are at least thirty or forty flesh worms covering the entire face, swimming in and out constantly, sometimes submerging into the flesh, sometimes emerging from the brain, and positioned between each other.
The distribution is even and neat, and it seems to vaguely correspond to some pattern or formation.
I couldn't help but feel nauseous. I squatted down and endured the nausea. I stopped looking at that face. Although I was prepared, the visual impact couldn't be fooled by simply using the word "forbearance".
.
I seemed to have an illusion that my face was bitten and torn by these unknown insects, and finally became a hotbed for their reproduction and continuation. As my thoughts surged, an inexplicable itching suddenly appeared at the same time.
It spread on the face, as if these flesh bugs had really crawled on it.
I touched my face, but there was nothing. It was probably just an illusion. After these encounters, I had some understanding of the routines here. They are very good at using human beings' "sympathy" characteristics to use shock.
Powerful images or sounds can seduce victims into various illusions.
The so-called empathy means that when a person is impacted by a certain sense, people will naturally think of it and what kind of feeling it will bring in another sense field, thus causing corresponding reactions in the central nervous system.
effect.
For example, you are a person who is very afraid of spicy food, but once you were tricked by a friend into eating a spicy Chaotian pepper. Next time you see a bright red Chaotian pepper, you may involuntarily feel a burning sensation on the tip of your tongue.
Then the saliva secretion intensified, and then I remembered the burning and pungent feeling in my nose, and even coughed.
This is the so-called empathy. Its essence is that human beings have too strong imagination and the combined effect of various conditioned reflexes. However, under normal circumstances, empathy is controlled to a degree that does not interfere with reality and can be controlled by oneself.
Control the content of your thoughts to end your shared feelings.
For example, as long as you immediately think of iced drinks or watermelon and mango, the spiciness of chili peppers you saw before will be relieved a lot or even completely gone.
However, this place is different. I found that since entering here, my ability to empathize has become extremely strong. When I see a corpse that is exactly the same as mine, I will subconsciously have the illusion that I am actually lying in a specimen bottle. Then,
I even felt cold liquid flowing around my body, and the pungent smell of the antiseptic liquid flowed into my nasal cavity, so that even my mental state declined, gradually returning to the silence of death...
The same thing happened when I arrived on the third floor. When my mana spiritual consciousness was occupied by the unknown thing, I not only felt that my soul and vitality were gradually leaving my body, but I even saw specific scenes and heard seductive sounds, but
Logically speaking, the visual and auditory experience of that thing should only exist on the fourth or fifth floor.
Now I see this terrifying face that has been eaten by poisonous insects, and I slowly begin to feel that poisonous insects are crawling on my face. All of this has verified my conjecture that after entering this space, people are born with the ability to empathize.
, will be infinitely amplified, even to the point of being harmful to life and health.
You know, having too much empathy is never a good thing. To put it simply, it is a manifestation of severe neurosis. If you see a kitchen knife from a distance, you can imagine that your skin was cut inch by inch by that kitchen knife.
If you feel pain, you can smell the strong smell of blood from the wounds on your body, and even think from your brain that you lost too much blood and fell into a coma.
This is a consequence that can lead to death. Obviously, this is the purpose of the person who set up this space. I have just felt that he seems to be constantly tempting me to believe that I am dead, and then give up all resistance and accept this fact.
Obediently fell into the embrace of death.
After thinking about this, I felt that the strange touch of being crawled by bugs on my body was much lessened, because empathy can be forcibly weakened through active mental intervention. Even if I cannot completely suppress my imagination, I can still pass it through.
Divert your attention to minimize the impact.
I tried my best not to look at the broken face, but placed a talisman to suppress evil spirits on the peach wood sword, while silently reciting "Evils and demons all return to impermanence", completely calming down my mind, and repeated this seven or forty-nine times.
It wasn't until the tip of the peach wood sword glowed with a silvery brilliance that I opened my eyes and saw that the peach wood sword in my hand was illuminated by silver light, and every rune on it glowed with crystal clear light.
The swords are filled with abundant Taoism, like the light of comets falling from the mortal world.
So I lifted it up, exerted force on my feet, and rushed upstairs with all my strength like an arrow leaving the string!