Chapter 472 Palace - Church of Redemption
After leaving the bathroom, Fudo Kyousuke walked in a quiet corridor, looking around warily.
Why are the cloisters and the transepts on both sides apparently empty? Is it because it's not opening hours?
But if that's the case, why are the lights in the corridor so bright...
The strange scenes he encountered from the moment he entered the operating room were constantly impacting his cognition. Tokyosuke tried hard to calm down and find out the way to escape from the repeatedly changing scenes, or what the so-called "test" was.
However, the frequently changing environment and the strangely logical scene switching were making him uncontrollably agitated and his thoughts kept going astray.
It is true that he took Karasawa Akira hostage and entered the haunted house in the amusement park. If we say that the operating room where Akegoro appeared can be said to have used the original layout of the haunted house, the hospital operating area that appeared later, and this The increasingly weird church...
What is this, an hallucination? Is he demonstrating the cognitive influence of that organization?
This question is actually nothing complicated.
“Although I have always known that leader you will have many wild and strange ideas, but it is still very unexpected that such a bold idea can be successfully realized.”
Standing in the safe house, monitoring Kyosuke Futo's actions through the perspective that Noah had set up in advance, Hoshikawa Teru stepped on the floor of the operating room under his feet twice and couldn't help but sigh.
“It’s a very simple logical question.” Looking at the monitor with his chin propped up, Tang Ze said casually, “Have you forgotten that because of the special existence form, although Shadow Noah, the master of the palace, Ark has been "stolen" by us as a secret treasure, but its palace still exists and still has the characteristics of a game space. So, let Ark build a space that is exactly the same as Fuudo Kyosuke's palace. In fact, it is not difficult. Not big. "
Noah nodded while distractedly manipulating the monitor: "Intercept the information flow from other halls, create a new interface in my space, and then set it as special The entrance... is indeed very simple.”
This part was the inspiration given to Karasawa by the original holographic game.
Since Noah’s Ark can intercept Hiroyuki Kanaya’s palace information and use it in the construction of game scenes, it should be a simple matter to sew a room in Futo Kyosuke’s palace, right?
After confirming that Kyousuke Futo's palace corresponded to the real-life Miwa Yakushino Hospital, a location that he had absolutely weak control over and would completely overlap with the real-world scene, Karasawa confirmed it without even thinking.
It must be the operating room, where else could it be?
For Kyosuke Futo, who was assassinated due to an emergency surgery and cut off his path to surgery forever, the operating room must be something he was unwilling to touch or approach in his consciousness. place.
So, the operating room became a special location selected by Karasawa for intermediate transfer and transmission.
The special nature of the haunted house in the amusement park will prevent Kyousuke Futo from realizing the change of location at the first time, so at the right time, he will be sent to Noah's space that has been prepared for a long time. , and then use Noah's space to truly teleport into the corresponding position of Fudo Kyousuke's own palace.
Except for the few Phantom Thieves who frequently enter and leave the cognitive world and can detect the clues between the two transfers, Muggles like Futo Kyosuke, combined with the appearance of Goro Akechi and the constant mental oppression, will not be able to react at all. Something happened.
"He is about to find the exit of the corridor." Asai Narumi, who is most familiar with this scene and was responsible for the entire survey, observed Fuudo Kyousuke's movements and gave an accurate judgment, "I guess he will see it soon. The queue is gone."
"Well, it's almost there." Looking at the map on his interface, Tangze nodded, "Let's go, he will probably see his masterpiece soon. ’
The people who had seen the scene in advance exchanged glances and looked at Tang Ze’s back at the same time.
"What's wrong?" Sensing the complicated gazes of his teammates behind him, Tang Ze turned around, looked at the expressions on a few people's faces, and couldn't help but laugh, "Okay, I know what's over there. The scene is outrageous. I’m not worried. What are you afraid of?”
"I really don't know whether I should call you a strong psychological endurance, or what to call it..." Pressing his temples and recalling his mood when he first walked into this hall, Asai shook his head.
At this time, someone is truly feeling the impact Asai Naomi has received.
Fudo Kyousuke, who passed through the transept and walked into the main body of the church, looked at everything in front of him, his eyes widening.
Unlike the scene he imagined was empty because it was not open, there was a long queue in front of the chapel.
Guests dressed in black and white formal attire were lined up in a long queue, waiting silently to enter the hall.
Some of them wore cloaks that covered their whole bodies, and their faces could not be seen, while others had their faces revealed.
——Fudo Kyousuke is familiar with every face that can be seen.
“Are they all from the school?” After roughly identifying a few, Fudo Kyosuke felt that his clenched palms were sweating.
How did this happen, did they investigate the background related to the school?
No, it seems that there is no need to do this. As patrons, they may have been paying attention to them and do not need any additional help.
So why are they all gathered here today? Did the people from that organization put themselves into a secret gathering of a school of thought?
After observing for a while, seeing that no one in the queue paid any attention to him, Futo Kyousuke gritted his teeth and slowly approached the end of the queue, approaching a member he was more familiar with.
"Mr. Harada, what are you doing..." He lowered his voice and asked a middle-aged man wearing glasses in front of him.
This guy is a colleague with whom he has communicated quite a lot in the school. After he left, he was a new attending physician in the Department of Cardiology, Toto University Affiliated Hospital, and he shared many ideas with him on many issues. It coincides with each other and there is occasional email exchange.
There is actually a situation where Harada is notified without notifying him...
"You've already come to line up, and you still ask me why." Pushing up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, Harada turned around like a fool and glanced at Futo Kyousuke, "Of course it's for the Holy Communion. Today is Holy Communion Day. If you are not grateful to the Lord, then there is no need to come.”
“Holy Communion...?” Fudo Kyousuke frowned.
The kind of Holy Communion ceremony where hymns are sung and then the priest distributes wine and wafers?
While he was still waiting to say anything, the team moved forward a few steps.
Ignoring the question on his lips, Futo Kyosuke followed the end of the team, stepping on the red carpet and catching up a few steps forward.
With this movement, he noticed the subtle sound of water coming from under his feet, the sound of stepping on the liquid, and as the entire queue moved forward, there was a small and sticky squelching sound on the soles of everyone's feet.
Stunned for a moment, Futo Kyousuke lowered his head to observe.
The leaf-shaped church windows divided the blazing midday sun into colorful colors. The two steps he took forward happened to step out of the shadow into the sunlight, and he could see his feet clearly. situation.
On the ground, between the two inlaid metal strips, the dark red floor was not the common red carpet he thought.
It was a layer of red liquid one finger deep, which gently submerged the soles of his boots, reflecting his blurred face.
With his years of surgical experience as a guarantee, Fudo Kyosuke can assert that -
This is blood, fresh blood.
It just flowed out of the living body, without any coagulation of blood.
Smelling the slight fishy smell at the end of his nose, Fudo Kyousuke swallowed hard and followed the direction of the queue, looking towards the chapel in front.
The voice of the choir echoed under the dome, and the priest in black recited blessing prayers and placed a small cup of red liquid and a white tablet in the hands of each believer.
After delivering it, he would go back to the pulpit, take the new Communion from the cross, and then come down again.
He kept repeating this action without getting tired of it, with a kind of fanaticism on his face, as if his faith had found some comfort in this repeated set of actions.
As the people in the team received their things one by one and sat down on the benches on both sides, Fuudo Kyousuke finally saw everything on the stage clearly.
Like a stage, behind the pulpit, which is much higher than the seats, a huge cross hangs from the top, hanging there. In the center of the cross, a man wearing only a cloth was nailed to his hands and feet.
His face and limbs, except for the parts pierced by iron nails, were all intact, allowing people to identify him at a glance - this was Tang Zezhao.
However, starting from his neck, his entire body was completely cut open and torn, like an animal being slaughtered, with its missing internal organs exposed to the air.
Blood was constantly flowing down from his dissected abdominal cavity, flowing through the white steps of the pulpit, flowing through the rocky ground, falling into the grooves, and flowing all the way to Fuudo Kyosuke The carpet of blood formed under his feet.
…He’s even alive.
Seeing clearly the gently trembling eyelids of Karasawa Akira and the still pumping heart in his chest, Kyosuke Futo felt a contraction in his stomach and couldn't help but raise his hand to cover his mouth, suppressing Stay with that queasy feeling.
Going back and forth with the team and the priest on the stage, the movements he was making, and as he got closer and closer, completely fell into the eyes of Kyosuke Futo.
He kept picking up the empty cup, taking it from Tang Zezhao's blood flow, and then picked up the scalpel on one side, carefully and slowly, peeling off thin slices from the missing organ. One piece, then put it into holy water to wash, and then walked off the stage with another glass of liquid and white pieces of cake, with a kind smile on his face.
This time, Fudo Kyousuke also saw the face of the black priest clearly.
The golden eyes are a little strange, and the neat divine robes on his body are also very unfamiliar, but that face is undoubtedly Fuudo Kyousuke's own face.
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"Ah——"
Hearing this scream of fear and horror, Tangze, who was studying the bloody carpet on the ground as he walked, glanced forward interestingly.
"It seems that he has seen himself." Narrowing his eyes and smiling, Tang Ze said harshly, "It seems that he doesn't like his work very much, he looks very disappointed."
"Maybe this is called being so perverted that you can't bear it." Xingchuan Hui twitched the corner of his mouth with a smile.
Even if he fully understood the religious implications of this scene, there was no shortage of disgust and anger.
"Obviously Futo Kyosuke is not a Christian, but the temple actually has such religious connotations... It's even more interesting when I think of him trying to kill people in the church where the wedding was held." Since it was the easiest to sneak into the hospital, we went back and forth several times. Asai Narimi has passed that emotional stage and commented seriously.
"This should be because my father's theory actually became a religion that redeemed his spirit. As for the Holy Communion..." Tang Ze clicked his tongue twice, "Maybe, this is special It fits the actual scene he thinks of 'Karasawa Akira's usage'."
The same goes for Futo Kyousuke. If you have the ability to use metaphors in your heart, don't yell randomly if you have the ability.
Look at yourself, you are scaring yourself and making such a fuss.
"Christ used his body and blood to turn into bread and wine, and gave himself to believers as 'divine food'." Miyano Akemi calmly analyzed, "And those who have the right to consecrate the Eucharist, Only a priest who has received the divine order, Fuudo Kyousuke, will really put his face on the line.”
"This is his strongest ability. I suspect that as an anti-social personality, the reason why he became a palace has nothing to do with the evil in his hands. It may simply be a personality distortion caused by self-righteousness. He is really a The guy who will find him a face." Tang Ze spread his hands and said, "Even though I have emphasized it repeatedly, he may still think that this scene is an assessment specially set up by the organization for him. Take it seriously."
Although it is difficult for Futo Kyosuke to rank high in this world in terms of narcissism, he still has the right to occupy a place in the field of self-love.
"If we don't hurry up, those unfriendly shadows will probably tear this 'disrespecting god' guy into pieces." Asai Narumi reminded kindly.
"You're right." Tang Ze nodded in agreement, but his steps forward became a little slower, which fully demonstrated that he really didn't want to save, and just wanted to watch this kind of stupid thing happen. Dead mood.
He even took out his mobile phone and opened the mailbox carefully.
Almost as soon as the screen was turned on, the influx of messages made his phone buzz for a while, almost heating up.
"Ahem..." After reading only two sentences, Karasawa put away his phone as if nothing had happened and cleared his throat, "Let's go see Futo Kyousuke quickly. The play hasn't started yet. It’s over, don’t let anyone die here.”
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“Ugh...”
I really can’t control my nausea, Feng. Tokyosuke's trembling hands could no longer grasp the wine and holy wafers that were handed to him, and the two things fell into the pool of blood at his feet in the next moment.
This small sound seemed to press the pause button on the entire scene.
The singing of chants stopped, the scriptures in the priest's mouth stopped, and even the fountain of blood that kept flowing down stopped.
"...Irreverent sinner." As if he didn't recognize the face that was exactly the same as his own, Shadow Futo Kyousuke maintained the demeanor of a priest and looked down at his other self who fell on the ground.
"Since you don't respect the Lord, why did you step in?" Looking at Kyosuke Futo who fell into a pool of blood in embarrassment, priest Futo frowned deeply, "Before the ceremony begins, you You should first confess to me devoutly, and then fast for a few days according to the severity of your guilt before you can come in and receive the Holy Communion... Since you cannot do this, your serious sins are not worthy of being borne by the Lord for you.”
"Lord..." Fudo Kyousuke wiped the smelly, hot blood from his face and looked at the huge flower window behind the pulpit with some fear.
One on the left and one on the right, Karasawa Ikawa and Karasawa Leona, wearing robes like mythical figures with painful and compassionate expressions, were painted on the huge flower window, standing directly in front, with the bright scorching sun casting their shadows on them. On the benches on both sides, the faces of the believers fell into each other, as if they were divided into countless pieces by these people.
In the middle, Tang Zezhao, who was dying and hanging there with his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes along with the words of the priest Fengdo.
Those were a pair of inorganic, golden eyes. The next moment, they were locked on Fuudo Kyousuke.
"You don't respect the Lord, you don't respect the blood shed by the Son for sinners like us, you are not worthy to step here." Standing in front of him, priest Fenghu looked down at him, and vomited out Thunderous declaration, "Drive out the disrespectful sinners."
At this time, not only Tang Zezhao on the cross, but also the statues in the entire church and the believers on the benches on both sides stood quietly. He stood up and looked straight at Futo Kyosuke.
"Expelled." Tang Zezhao said.
“Expelled.” Priest Futo said.
“Expelled!” everyone said.
The sound of breaking glass was heard, and Ichikawa Karasawa and Leona Karasawa, whose faces were covered by golden masks, walked down from the flower window. They were sculpture-like human figures four to five meters tall. , stepped directly on Fuudo Kyosuke who was lying on the ground.
“Help, help—!” The real attack came. Shocked by the scene, Fudo Kyosuke stood up and rolled to the ground, no longer caring about the messy face on his head. Traces, stepping on the carpet made of blood, regained consciousness and ran hard in the direction from which he came.
What the hell is this, what the hell is this place? !
Is this also an illusion, the same as the one he saw in the amusement park today? So, it was that organization that kept oppressing his spirit throughout the entire process? !
He tried hard to tell himself that these were all fake, but Futo Kyosuke instinctively ran forward.
The strong sense of crisis and fear prevented him from stopping, so he could only run as hard as he could, trying to escape from this weird church.
No one stopped him, not even the two tall statues of gods.
He just ran forward, escaping, driven forward by instinct.
Until he suddenly felt a strong pulling sensation on his ankle.
Fudo Kyousuke was stunned, looking down at his feet.
A pair of slender hands reached out from the pool of blood, stained with scarlet color, and grabbed hold of the thick boots he had prepared to chase the victim.
"Doctor Fuido..." Karasawa's voice came over, "Aren't you going to save me? Why are you running?"
Well, the new addition is even worse than yesterday. As expected, I pounced
Just make do with it and just lie down
(End of this chapter)