Chapter 384 The False Truth and the Golden Light
The former didn't say anything to persuade him to stay, and just watched the other party drift away quietly.
Su Fan watched a very famous movie called "Manchester by the Sea" in his previous life.
The male protagonist Li once had a very happy family.
But after getting drunk at a party, a fire suddenly broke out in his home, and his two children were killed in the flames.
Li concluded that it was because he forgot to put the fireproof board on after adding firewood to the stove before leaving, and he was entirely responsible.
But the police thought it was just an accident and no one would be perfect every moment.
Everyone sympathized with the lost man.
But Li didn't think so. He silently grabbed the policeman's gun, pointed it at his own head and tapped the trigger without hesitation.
If the safety of the gun had not been turned on, the bullet would have penetrated his head and taken his life.
Others tried their best to prevent this tragedy, but also took away his only chance of relief.
Because since then, he has been like a robot with missing parts, living numbly.
Not socializing, refusing romantic encounters, and staying in the past.
His wife, who was in the same pain as him, finally started a new family and started a new life.
After meeting again, the ex-wife couldn't help but shed tears when she saw Li like this.
She knew what kind of hell it was because she tried her best to escape from there, but she didn't expect that Li stood still and refused to seek redemption.
As a former lover, she hoped that Li could let him go.
But he couldn't get out, he was unwilling, unworthy, and unable.
Just like the man who left before me.
The heavy burden of the past weighed on his back, weighing down his strong figure.
But...
Su Fan withdrew his gaze.
The wind picked up the dead leaves on the ground, and when they fell again, the figure standing there had disappeared.
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After bidding farewell to the young man, James turned around and left the woods the way he had come.
After going to town and roughly determining where he was, he headed to an inn as his base.
Neither the car nor the credit card was missing, but the process of how to get here was blank.
Time seems to have been cut out by something and then spliced back together.
This extremely uncoordinated confusion caused him to toss and turn in bed, unable to sleep.
Finally, he got up from the bed and fumbled for the cigarette lighter in his bedside jacket.
A flame suddenly appeared, lighting the cigarette, and with the puff of mist, faint sparks slowly moved back in the darkness.
At this moment, James' body suddenly paused and his muscles tensed.
There was a sound of heavy and slow footsteps outside the door, coming from far and near, heading directly towards the room where he was.
[On the first day, you will hear his footsteps...]
The legend about the Empty Man suddenly flashed into James' mind. He rolled over and got up from the bed, took out the dagger he carried for self-defense and held it in his hand. He approached the door little by little and slowly lay down.
Through the crack in the door, you can vaguely see the shadow of the other party under the moonlight.
That unknown existence seems to be breaking in at any time.
James' heart was racing and his adrenaline was surging.
He stood up slowly and opened the door suddenly.
But the corridor in front of him was empty and there was no one at all.
The tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and the man felt a burst of strength.
He was sure that something was standing at the door just now, but now it seemed that He had no immediate plans to approach.
Combined with the content of Kongren's legend, it is not difficult to guess that the opponent should appear in front of him completely on the third day.
If there is a seemingly nonexistent oppression, it hangs over James's heart.
He no longer felt sleepy at all, so he simply put on his clothes and walked out of the hotel.
The front desk staff didn't know where they were, and the entire lobby was empty.
Under this environment, James subconsciously slowed down his pace.
At the same time, a series of shouts came from not far away, and followed the sound. Somewhere outside the glass door, fire was rising into the sky, and it seemed that someone was holding a bonfire party.
But unlike ordinary parties filled with laughter and laughter, their voices were uniform, as if they were chanting a certain name in unison.
"%￥#@%￥"
James walked out of the hotel and headed towards the direction of the fire.
After crossing a pontoon bridge and arriving at a small island in the middle of the lake, he finally saw the true face of the bonfire party.
Many dark shadows were walking neatly around the fire.
Along with the shouts from their mouths, the fire seemed to begin to lengthen, spreading towards the sky like tentacles, as if to connect the earth under their feet with the endless starry sky.
James looked up, and the stars in the sky began to rotate, and the little stars pulled out white light, and the night sky trembled, as if the sky was about to fall.
Realizing that he was going insane again, he shook his head violently and prepared to leave.
Suddenly, the shouting that had been continuing not far away stopped.
Sensing something was wrong, he turned to look behind him, only to see that the bright bonfire had been extinguished at some point.
Many figures also stopped walking, not far away, staring at him.
The collective malice is so obvious that it is almost solidifying.
James instinctively took a step back, and the crowd on the opposite side also took a step closer.
After a brief pause, the former turned around and ran wildly without any hesitation!
And behind him, the same goes for many figures.
They let out an inhuman roar, and moved towards James' direction with all their hands and feet, approaching at a rapid speed!
Heavy rain suddenly poured down, and blazing white lightning split the night sky.
At this moment, James turned around hastily, and happened to see the twisted human figures, wading across the lake quickly, heading towards him!
Ordinary people would have been frightened to death when they saw this scene. After all, James had worked as a policeman, so his legs and feet were not so weak that he could not move, but his hair was still standing on end.
The rain blurred his vision, and he could no longer identify the direction. He could only drive his legs frantically to prevent them from stopping.
I don’t know how long it took, but there was light in the darkness.
James didn't have time to think too much, he almost unleashed all his body's potential and headed towards the light.
"Bang!"
The embarrassed and wet figure knocked open the glass door and fell to the ground, but not long after, he stood up quickly and looked around cautiously.
It looked like a hospital, with the smell of disinfectant filling the air. Apart from the empty hall, there was only one nurse on duty who stared at him in surprise.
Heaven and hell seemed to be separated by only a door. When James turned around, there was nothing in the darkness outside, as if the believer chasing him just now was just a dream.
"You came here to visit that patient too?"
The nurse at the front desk suddenly spoke.
James looked confused.
"I'm not here to visit the patient, I'm just..."
"There is no need to open the door so hard when visiting a patient. He has been here for almost a year and will not be transferred suddenly."
The nurse looked at James and spoke again.
"The man has been in a coma for twenty years, and young people will come to visit him every once in a while."
"If you want to see him, just keep walking along the corridor and turn right."
James stood up and glanced at the nurse.
There was nothing unusual about her expression, but what she said did not follow the logic of the conversation at all.
It's like a set dialogue NPC. No matter what you ask, she will only respond in this way.
The purpose of everything is to guide the target to a specific place.
James did not continue talking to the nurse and walked step by step towards the ward she mentioned. There, he saw a familiar figure.
The girl was wearing a backless dress, as if she was going to a grand dinner.
But she was so gorgeously dressed, but she was just helping the man lying on the hospital bed to trim his beard.
"Amanda."
The girl he had been searching for was now in front of him, and James couldn't believe it.
"Aren't you...in the church?"
"Yes, it's just that I'm here now."
Amanda didn't seem surprised by James' arrival, and was still calmly trimming the unconscious man's long beard with scissors, focusing and patiently.
"Who is he?"
"I don't know."
Amanda replied softly.
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"This person is nothing more than a carrier. He can receive modulated signals and then spread them to church believers. This signal, like a virus, is contagious."
"Everyone who comes into contact will feel the empty man and become his believer."
"You're crazy."
James' heart sank.
What he worried about finally happened, and the girl was completely confused by the cult.
Amanda's life would be in jeopardy if she was met by the young man she met before.
He immediately took out his cell phone and called his mother, Nora.
"Nora, it's me, James, I have found Amanda, she is now..."
"Sorry...sir. What are you talking about? Amanda? James? Do we know each other? You must have dialed the wrong number."
A woman's voice came from the other end of the phone, leaving James stunned.
But before he could ask further questions, the hang-up tone came from his ears.
Amanda turned her back to James and smiled strangely.
"What the hell is going on?!"
James asked, his face full of anger and disbelief.
But Amanda did not answer his question, but continued her previous narrative.
"The human body cannot withstand that kind of force for a long time. The body has reached its limit. So we need a brand-new carrier to serve as a medium between us and the empty man."
"Before him, carriers appeared naturally five hundred years ago. We couldn't wait that long and decided to make our own carriers."
At this moment, James felt as if a bullet had penetrated his chest. His body refused to obey and he staggered backward.
The wall supported his body, but it did not bring any improvement.
Because at this moment, his ears were filled with tiny and meaningless whispers, sometimes distant and sometimes near.
"It's hard, isn't it? But it doesn't matter, it will pass soon."
"What's wrong with me..."
James had never felt so uncomfortable, and he seemed to be concentrating all his will when he spoke.
"The will of the Empty Man is squeezing your consciousness out of your body. Give up resistance."
Amanda stepped forward, bent down, and looked down at the poor man in front of her.
"Only by disconnecting from the false reality of the present can we connect with the truly powerful reality."
James struggled to resist, banging his head against the wall to stay sane.
His mind was filled with crazy whispers that almost destroyed his sanity.
It's just the obsession in his heart and the memories of the past that are trying to support him.
However, the words coming from above completely shattered everything.
"Do you think I don't know that about you and my mother? Not only do I know, but I made those things happen."
"It was me who wrote that incident into your script, because all your experiences were written by me."
The girl told all his secrets accurately, and then showed a gentle and kind smile.
She looked at James, but her eyes seemed to be looking at the mother of her child.
"Your real birthday is not on April 1, 1975, but one month ago."
"You are a child created by our church together. We called you out of nothingness."
"You are our Tupa, our empty man."
"Consciousness + concentration + time = physical body."
Amanda knelt down and gently placed her hand on James's struggling face.
The latter immediately understood everything.
Why did the professor act as if he knew him when he was in church and said things like, "I hope I can stay a little longer this time."
Why did he always have headaches and dizziness from time to time after the car accident?
After understanding all this, tears flowed from James's eyes.
Everything is false.
People in pain still have memories to comfort them, but everything they have is fabricated by others.
Even the name James does not belong to him.
He is destined to be a foreign vessel from birth, and his physical actions and the emotions in his heart are all under the control of others.
Like a puppet on a stage.
"We have tried once before and failed because His signals can only reach us through the cracks created by grief, pain and guilt."
"And fear was the missing piece, so we created you."
"The most painful thing in your life is the death of your wife and son, and your deepest fear is what you have experienced in the past two days..."
"Now, all conditions are ripe. You, who were born from thought, are now no different from normal humans, enough to shoulder the destiny of the container."
A look of distress appeared on Amanda's childish face, and she reached out to hold the stiff and tense man in her arms.
"You look in pain...it breaks my heart. You are like a child to me."
"Give up, it will be simpler and easier to give up."
At this moment, James appeared in a room with only chairs.
The moment his eyes came into contact with the chair, the scene of him sitting on it with a dull face appeared in his mind.
The next second, he came to the cave where the cold wind was howling.
There was a faint light coming from above, illuminating a corner of the huge skeleton.
It looks like a human being, but it has twenty fingers, densely intertwined with each other, placed on the chest, as if it is playing some kind of long musical instrument.
Suddenly one of the fingers of the skeleton moved. It peeled off the rock wall and transformed into a tall figure wearing a tattered cloak, heading towards James!
He turned around and wanted to run away, but a girl's murmur came to his ears.
"Give up resistance, give up..."
"It's all fake, isn't it?"
Taking back the steps he had taken, James closed his eyes and waited for the moment when the black cloaked figure completely eroded him.
But after waiting for a long time, nothing changed. In confusion, he opened his eyes.
But when he saw the figure in a black tattered cloak, he stopped.
And between himself and the other party, at some point, there was a golden light.
There was a chuckle from the young man.
"What's so sad about losing that sad past? How about making a fortune?"
(End of chapter)